The Evil Soul Master is actually myself

Su Ming raised his arm to withstand the heavy blow. The black-haired boy's eyes darted around, and strands of azure electricity burst forth from his fine pores, intertwining to emit bursts of tiger roars and thunderous sounds.

Sizzle~

Dai Huabin was thrown several meters away by a thin layer of dazzling electric current shield. His tiger paw was charred black. He groaned, staggered, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Just now, he only felt a strange fluctuation coming from his opponent's indestructible body, rushing straight to his internal organs, as if he had been injured by the rebound of his own enormous force.

"I mean what I say. I'll never go back on my word if I say I'll give you three moves." Su Ming stared at his opponent with sharp eyes, exuding an invincible confidence.

Dai Huabin gritted his teeth, his heart filled with shock. His opponent hadn't even activated his Martial Soul; he had simply been repelled by the force of his own power. Was such a physique truly achievable by a human?

"White Tiger Vajra Transformation!" "White Tiger Blazing Light Wave!"

Having experienced real combat, Dai Huabin remained calm once in battle. Taking advantage of his opponent's arrogance, he unleashed his full power.

His three soul rings—two yellow and one purple—shone brilliantly at the same time. First, a thin layer of golden light enveloped him, and then his body expanded again. His bronze muscles were full and firm, radiating a metallic luster. Black horizontal lines appeared on his skin, making him look indestructible. His aura surged to the extreme, and a white tiger phantom appeared behind him, roaring to the sky and charging forward with its host.

Boom boom boom!

Dai Huabin strode forward with superhuman strength, each step shaking the arena, like a giant emerging from ancient times to stand tall in the sky, unleashing tremendous power.

The right tiger paw gleamed with silver light, like an ancient monument, and fell down with a powerful force, striking the air with a loud bang.

Su Ming was no longer relaxed. His martial spirit possessed him, and his whole body swelled up. Obsidian-like ripples flowed around his body, and he blocked Dai Huabin's punch with just one arm.

Clang!

The clanging of steel echoed, deep and resonant, reverberating all around.

Dai Huabin felt a sharp pain in his palm; the web between his thumb and forefinger split open, and a few drops of blood oozed out.

He roared and struck out again with his left palm. A ball of blazing light, radiating a pale glow, pressed against Su Ming's arm. Brilliant fireworks burst forth, and specks of white starlight fell.

Dai Huabin staggered back a few steps, looking at the black-haired boy in front of him as if he were a towering, unmoving mountain.

"Haha, Dai Huabin is in! Dai Huabin is unleashing a barrage of attacks! Dai Huabin can't take any damage!"

The commentator suppressed a laugh.

"If the first three soul skills of the White Tiger Martial Soul weren't bad at attacking, I wouldn't be in this situation," Dai Huabin thought bitterly.

The Dai family's martial soul early on was more focused on defense and amplification, but its attack power was actually sufficient. It was all because he encountered Su Ming.

"Three punches have passed, I'll defeat you in one move!" The black-haired youth's eyes burst with blazing light, and a surge of energy and spirit gathered and rose, mixed with heavy and stagnant blood and qi ripples.

"Reign Supreme!" Su Ming shouted, unleashing a technique that no one else had ever seen before.

Rumble!

The black-haired boy seemed to possess a nuclear fusion reactor as its activation device. Amidst lightning and thunder, he suddenly attacked, unleashing a storm of wind and rain. His footsteps exploded on the floor, cracking it into a spiderweb pattern, sending fragments of stone flying everywhere.

In a flash, Su Ming moved closer to Dai Huabin and unleashed a powerful punch.

Boom!

A muffled thud of flesh colliding rang out. Dai Huabin felt the immense divine power impact, which directly shattered his indestructible body and broke through his defenses. At the same time, a huge, explosive aura surged from his chest, crashing into his meridians and internal organs.

The tall white tiger boy fell straight down. Before losing consciousness, he vaguely saw a fierce and domineering demon god standing in the sky, looking down at his insignificant self.

Dai Huabin sensed the scent of death, and a strong sense of fear surged into his heart. The fist mark seemed to be deeply imprinted on his soul, a shadow that would accompany him for the rest of his life.

[Ruling the World], his fist kills and severs souls!

Su Ming still held back; he wouldn't normally kill someone in a competition. Besides, he wanted to see the Netherworld White Tiger Fusion Technique.

"He was defeated in one move, what's there to say?" commentator Wang Ping remarked.

"You could punch me a hundred times and I might not even break through your defenses, but if I punch you once, you'll either die or be seriously injured!" Lin Jun concluded.

A burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted from the audience; people were happy to see nobles being attacked.

On the VIP platform, several deans, their robes fluttering, looked down at the arena below.

"What kind of move is this? Can you withstand a soul skill with just your physical body? Can you break through a defensive soul skill with just your iron fist?" Yan Shaozhe frowned and asked in confusion.

"Absolutely impossible. Although Elder Mu's 'Reign Over the World' is powerful, it's not used like this. It needs to be used in conjunction with soul skills to unleash its earth-shattering power. Relying solely on flesh and blood without using martial soul or soul power is simply against common sense," Elder Xuan shook his head and said.

"Do you know what this means? If you can defeat a Soul Master with just your physical body, what's the point of having a Martial Soul? If even some commoners with useless Martial Souls can do this, it means there's a cultivation system that's no less powerful than a Martial Soul."

"The best part is that it doesn't rely on spirit rings; it can even be cultivated in parallel with martial spirits," Elder Xuan said excitedly.

“I think we need to have a good talk with this student,” Yan Shaozhe said with some anticipation.

"Don't even think about it! I've got Su Ming under my protection," Xian Lin'er scolded.

"Let nature take its course. Anyway, didn't the Su family come up with a 'Desperate Situation' plan? Let's wait and see," Qian Duoduo said cautiously.

While the deans were talking, [Youming] had already sent people up the stage to carry Dai Huabin down and deliver him to a cold-looking girl with dark green hair.

She checked Dai Huabin's injuries and breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "Fortunately, the other party showed mercy. With my martial spirit, I can recover in half an hour."

Chapter Eighty-Eight: The Netherworld White Tiger

The girl with dark green hair revealed her martial spirit, a black hibiscus blooming, its dark petals mixed with an aura of decay, its stamens dark green, giving it a feeling of demonic poison.

Nine-Hearted Black Epiphyllum

This is the inherited martial soul of the Tang family. As a member of a reclusive family, the Tang family has a small population, and even fewer people inherit the Nine Heart Black Ephemeral Flower martial soul, so it is unknown to outsiders.

Tang Li is one of the current inheritors of martial spirits, having reached the level of a Soul Master at the young age of twelve. She was introduced to this team by the Youming Zhu family.

The Nine-Heart Black Epiphyllum is said to be closely related to the Nine-Heart Begonia Flower Martial Soul, which was passed down to only one person in a generation ten thousand years ago, and can be considered a kind of evil mutation.

The use of Nine-Heart Black Epiphyllum in treatment is extremely limited. It no longer possesses the miraculous power to bring the dead back to life, and each treatment brings extremely terrible side effects.

However, its advantage lies in its considerable combat power. The nine spirit rings are no longer limited to a single healing ability, but rather allow it to master different spirit skills like a normal spirit master. The inheritance is not limited to one person per generation, and it has already been able to branch out.

"Nine hearts exchange for life, a fleeting moment, one heart, one tribulation." Tang Li chanted the soul incantation, the bewitching black epiphyllum she held in her hands swaying, and wisps of eerie dark green patterns spread out. The two yellow and one purple soul rings surrounding her body all turned dark green, shining with a dim radiance.

Drops of dark green fluorescent pollen fell, looking like some kind of eerie poisonous powder, and eerily seeped into the unconscious Dai Huabin.

Soon, Dai Huabin kicked his feet, his eyes snapped open, and his whole body tensed up. Thick, dark green veins bulged out, like venomous snakes coiled around him, as if he had been eroded by the black epiphyllum.

"Ah!" he cried out in pain.

Seeing this, Zhu Lu asked anxiously, "What's wrong with him? Why is he in so much pain?"

The aloof beauty with dark green hair withdrew her martial spirit and said indifferently, "You've known me for so long, don't you know the abilities of my martial spirit? Generally speaking, the more severe the injury, the more painful the treatment. And his White Tiger martial spirit is of the light attribute, which is normal."

Upon hearing this, several team members who had been fortunate enough to experience the Nine Hearts Black Ephemeral Flower healing technique shuddered and looked at their core member with sympathetic eyes.

The treatment of the Nine-Hearted Black Epiphyllum is like this. It is actually a way of releasing toxins to stimulate cell division in the human body and accelerate wound healing. It also has the magical effect of delaying the onset of serious injuries.

Of course, the cost is also severe, as it has an impact on the body, so it's best not to use it repeatedly.

The healing ability of the Nine-Hearted Black Epiphyllum increases with cultivation level. It is similar to the priest in the D&D system. Each soul ring can be automatically replaced with the same level of [Healing Toxin] and [Death Toxin] for use. Consuming soul power is equivalent to releasing a soul skill.

With the first ring's [Heal Minor Injuries] and the second ring's [Heal Moderate Injuries] advancing all the way up, it's equivalent to being born with two martial souls, making the titled Douluo level terrifying.

Fortunately, every martial soul has its weakness, and the Nine-Hearted Black Epiphyllum's weakness is the most fatal: any dark-attribute martial soul can absorb this strange toxin to heal itself without causing physical damage. This means that none of the Nine-Hearted Black Epiphyllum's soul skills can harm dark-attribute enemies.

This is also why the Tang family has always remained hidden from the world. Like the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, this kind of martial soul can only be called a top-level martial soul because of its fatal flaw, rather than an ultimate martial soul or a god-level martial soul.

The individual matches on the arena continued, and each time the [Netherworld] team sent one person up, they could only last for one minute before being defeated. After the fifth match, the [Netherworld] team announced their withdrawal from the individual matches.

There was no other way; the remaining two were not only delicate girls, but also support Soul Masters with no combat ability whatsoever.

Yes, Tang Li is equivalent to a support Soul Master in front of Su Ming, and she's on the opposite side.

"From this moment on, Su Ming's performance was a slap in the face to those people. What does it mean when 'when the cat's away, the dog is the king'? It's like the Soul Master, the pinnacle of the younger generation, has arrived, and he is still invincible among his peers."

The commentator couldn't help but rave about it.

To be honest, Tang Li thought this was outrageous. Her Soul Master teammates all had top-tier Martial Souls and could barely unleash the combat power of a Soul Master when fighting for their lives. Yet, just like their previous opponents, they were easily defeated by Su Ming.

She was curious about this boy of the same age who belonged to the same reclusive family circle. It was said that his martial soul was a kind of dark tiger-like ferocious beast, which was the protector that the Tang family had sought for generations.

"In the group stage, we'll use a stalling tactic, playing as slowly as possible while still securing a victory. This way, we can drag the game to the third team match, wait for Dai Huabin to recover, and then turn the tide in the team match!"

Ning Tian, ​​the team's mastermind, calmly made the arrangements.

Then, unexpected news arrived.

"Qiongqi has chosen to forfeit the group stage. The team competition will begin after you have a half-hour rest period," the organizers informed them.

Ning Tian gritted his teeth and said, "Su is indeed good at scheming. Knowing that his team had little chance of winning the group stage, he simply gave up and decided to take advantage of Dai Huabin's lack of recovery to decide the outcome of the team competition."

Everyone was speechless after hearing this, secretly cursing how insidious he was.

On the other hand, Su Ming hadn't really thought that far ahead; he was actually looking forward to the appearance of the Netherworld White Tiger martial soul fusion skill.

The reason for forfeiting was that he didn't want all the "tools" to get hurt. Why bother? Since they couldn't win anyway, it was fine if they hurt the flowers and plants, but if they hurt themselves, Su Ming would have to expend his energy to heal them.

"What you said makes so much sense, I have no words to refute it." Cao Jinxuan was speechless.

Time passed by, and after resting for more than ten minutes, Dai Huabin finally managed to stand up.

"Hua Bin, don't push yourself. If it's really not going to work out, just let this match go. As long as you win the next two matches, you'll still have a chance to win the championship," Zhu Lu advised.

"Get out of my way! I'd rather die on this stage!" Dai Huabin clenched his fists and said unwillingly. He was about to face Su Ming again, and he actually felt a trace of fear in his heart, something that his pride could not tolerate.

"Hua Bin..." Zhu Lu hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping herself.

"He's very strong. When you go on stage, don't hesitate, just unleash our trump card!" Dai Huabin warned seriously. He knew he had a psychological trauma, and to break the mark left by Su Ming, he had to defeat him.

Seeing that the core member insisted on his own opinion, the others helplessly spread their hands. After all, he was just a temporary team member, and it was hard to persuade this damn guy with kind words.

The third match.

The two teams lined up and looked at each other from a distance.

"Hey, what's wrong with Qiongqi? The formation it's set up looks really strange. It's clearly not up to standard." The deans in the VIP seats frowned and said in surprise.

Dai Huabin's team has a standard 2-2-3 lineup: a front-line defender and a strong attacker, a middle-line ranged damage dealer and controller, two support characters in the back, and a detached agility-type Soul Master.

The group's positioning is clever, providing ample space to maneuver while also quickly assisting teammates and coordinating their actions.

On the other hand, Su Ming stood alone in the center of the position, while his teammates scattered and stayed far away.

"It might be easier to escape from there," the commentator said after watching for a moment, managing to quip a joke.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the match begins!" The referee, who was essentially just a figurehead, appeared many times before finally uttering a line.

Roar!

In an instant, Dai Huabin's martial spirit manifested, his body swelled, black and white stripes appeared on his muscular physique, and the character "王" (king) on ​​his forehead exuded majesty and domineering power. He strode forward and roared, "Zhu Lu!"