Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

The light of the White Tiger Vajra Transformation dimmed instantly, and the state of martial soul possession was almost lost.

Xiao Wu didn't stop.

The moment she landed, she used her waist to exert force again, and her left leg lashed out like a whip, accurately kicking Dai Mubai's other shoulder.

"Crack!"

Another sound of bone cracking.

Dai Mubai's other shoulder blade was also shattered.

He could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground, face down into the mud, looking utterly pathetic.

Xiao Wu landed lightly beside him, her pink scorpion braid drawing a graceful arc in the air.

She patted non-existent dust off her hands, a hint of boredom flashing in her pink eyes.

"That's it?"

Two words, light and airy, yet like two resounding slaps, struck Dai Mubai's face hard, and also struck the hearts of all the students of Shrek Academy.

The scene was deathly silent.

Dai Mubai lay on the ground, his face buried in the dirt. The excruciating pain from his shattered shoulder blade made him tremble all over, but what he found even more unbearable was the humiliation.

He, Dai Mubai, is the third prince of the Star Luo Empire, a fifteen-year-old level thirty-nine Soul Master, and the owner of the Evil-Eyed White Tiger Martial Soul.

To think that... to think that a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl could defeat him so easily with a combination of pure physical skills and soul techniques?

Moreover, this happened in full view of everyone, in front of Teacher Zhao Wuji, and in front of classmates like Tang San and Zhu Zhuqing.

Chapter 291 A Bet's a Bet

Dai Mubai wanted to get up, wanted to roar, wanted to unleash his soul skill.

But his shoulder was shattered, his soul power was mostly depleted by the series of attacks, and his White Tiger Vajra Transformation was forcibly interrupted. At this moment, he could barely move a finger.

Zhao Wuji's face was terribly gloomy at this moment.

He stared intently at Xiao Wu in the arena, his eyes filled with shock, confusion, and a hint of barely perceptible... apprehension.

This pink-haired girl is so eerie.

At the age of twelve or thirteen, her soul power level was definitely no more than level thirty-five. Zhao Wuji could sense that her soul power fluctuations were not particularly strong.

But her combat awareness, movement skills, and use of soul skills were simply unbelievable.

Especially the final series of attacks.

The waist arch enhances strength, allows for instantaneous repositioning, and enables precise strikes against weaknesses in close combat.

Every move was perfectly timed, every technique struck at the heart of the matter.

This is not the kind of combat experience a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl should have.

Just who is this girl?

Zhao Wuji's mind raced, and his gaze swept over Chao Tianxiang and Meng Yiran.

Chao Tianxiang remained calm, as if she had expected this outcome.

Meng Yiran's eyes shone with admiration as she looked at Xiao Wu as if she were looking at an idol.

This grandfather and granddaughter were very aware of the pink-haired girl's abilities.

In other words, this girl named Xiao Wu is probably someone who sweeps aside her peers in the Beast Academy.

Zhao Wuji then thought of Tang San and Cinderella.

Those two little monsters were also twelve years old, level 30 or so, and their combat power far exceeded that of their peers.

Now another little dance has appeared...

What's wrong with this world? Are twelve-year-old Soul Masters all this abnormal?

“Teacher Zhao…” Oscar began cautiously.

"Boss Dai, he..."

Zhao Wuji took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the shock and apprehension in his heart, and said in a deep voice, "Go and help Mu Bai up."

Ma Hongjun and Oscar quickly stepped forward and helped Dai Mubai up, one on each side.

Dai Mubai's face was deathly pale, and there was still dirt on the corner of his mouth. The excruciating pain from his shattered shoulder blade caused cold sweat to pour down his forehead.

But his heterochromatic eyes were fixed on Xiao Wu, filled with resentment and venom.

“Little girl…” Dai Mubai squeezed out three words through gritted teeth, “I’ll remember you.”

Xiao Wu flicked her scorpion-tail braid, a hint of disdain flashing in her pink eyes: "So what if I remember? You can't beat me anyway."

"You!" Dai Mubai was so angry he almost spat out blood again.

"Enough," Zhao Wuji interrupted coldly, turning his gaze to Chao Tianxiang.

"Seniors, you have won this competition."

He had no choice but to admit defeat.

Dai Mubai has already lost, utterly and completely. Continuing to argue will only make him look even more pathetic.

Chao Tianxiang smiled slightly and stepped forward, leaning on her snake-head cane: "You flatter me. Xiao Wu didn't know her own strength and injured your academy's student. I'm truly sorry."

She apologized verbally, but her face showed no remorse; instead, it held a hint of smugness.

Zhao Wuji's expression grew even more unpleasant, but he could only force himself to say, "Insults are inevitable in sparring, it's alright."

He paused, then looked at the crested snake on the ground: "In that case, this crested snake is yours."

When Zhao Wuji said those words, his heart was bleeding.

We finally found such a suitable soul beast for Oscar, and now we're just giving it away like this.

But he had no choice.

The other side has a valid argument: Snake Granny Chaotianxiang is a Soul Emperor, and Dragon Duke Meng Shu is likely nearby.

If things really come to a head, Zhao Wuji alone might not be able to protect the six students.

Moreover, Xiao Wu's strength is too strange. What if she has some kind of background?

Zhao Wuji is truly afraid now.

Last night I was taught a lesson by the black-clad Title Douluo, and today I was slapped in the face by a little girl.

He has almost completely disgraced Fudo Myoo.

"Thank you." Chao Tianxiang nodded with a smile, then turned to Meng Yiran, "Yiran, go ahead."

Meng Yiran nodded excitedly, grasped the snake-head cane, and walked to the side of the Phoenix-tailed Crested Snake.

This thousand-year-old soul beast is still unconscious, making it the perfect time to absorb its soul ring.

She took a deep breath, raised her cane, aimed it at the head of the crested serpent, and plunged it in.

*Pfft!*

The snake-headed cane pierced precisely into the head of the Phoenix-tailed Crested Serpent. The colorful thousand-year-old soul beast convulsed violently in its unconscious state, and then its life force rapidly dissipated.

A purple spirit ring slowly rose from its corpse, radiating pure and vibrant energy fluctuations.

Meng Yiran looked at the spirit ring floating in mid-air, took a deep breath, and her eyes were full of excitement and anticipation.

She turned to look at Chaotianxiang: "Grandma, I'm starting."

"Go." Chaotianxiang nodded kindly, gently tapping the snake-headed cane in her hand. Six spirit rings pulsed around her as she warily scanned her surroundings.

"Grandma will protect you."

Meng Yiran sat down cross-legged, slowly releasing her soul power to guide the thousand-year-old soul ring toward her.

A purple light enveloped her body. Meng Yiran showed a hint of pain on her face, but she quickly stabilized and entered an absorption state.

Seeing this, Zhao Wuji's last shred of hope vanished.

With a dark expression, he said to Oscar, "Give him a recovery sausage."

Oscar dared not delay and quickly chanted the soul incantation: "I have a giant sausage!"

A steaming hot sausage appeared in his hand, which he carefully handed to Dai Mubai.

Dai Mubai's face was still deathly pale, and the excruciating pain from his shattered shoulder blade caused the veins on his forehead to bulge.

He glanced at the sausage in Oscar's hand, then at Meng Yiran who was absorbing a spirit ring not far away, and at the pink-haired girl standing next to Chaotianxiang, swinging her scorpion-tail braid.

humiliation.

An unprecedented humiliation.

From birth to now, when has Dai Mubai ever suffered such humiliation?

He was defeated in public by a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl, and was completely powerless to fight back. He even had to give up his spirit ring.

If this gets back to the Star Luo Empire, what will his brothers think of him? What will his father think of him?

Dai Mubai's eyes were almost overflowing with resentment, but he knew that now was not the time to unleash it.

He took the sausage, stuffed it haphazardly into his mouth, and chewed it vigorously.

The effect of restoring the giant sausage was indeed quite good. The warm soul power flowed into his body, and the excruciating pain in his shoulder blades began to ease. The broken bones slowly healed under the nourishment of the soul power.

Physical wounds are easy to heal, but psychological wounds are not so easy to heal.

Dai Mubai's gaze toward Xiao Wu was as cold as a knife.

Xiao Wu sensed his gaze, turned her head, a hint of disdain flashing in her pink eyes, and then turned her face away, as if Dai Mubai was just a speck of dust on the roadside, not worth mentioning.

This disregard angered Dai Mubai even more than direct mockery.

"Boss Dai, how are you?" Ma Hongjun asked cautiously.

Dai Mubai forced out two words through gritted teeth: "It's nothing."

Chapter 292 Er Ming