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Boom—!
As Dai Chengfeng's words faded,
In an instant, his aura surged violently, and countless white energy blasts erupted, forcefully deflecting Yang Wudi's rapidly thrusting spear.
"'Shock'?"
Yang Wudi's pupils contracted sharply, his face filled with disbelief. "This can't be!"
He was astonished to discover…
Dai Chengfeng's move bore many similarities to his first soul skill, the Soul-Breaking Spear's 'Shock'.
How could this be?
My soul skill—how could Dai Chengfeng possibly know it too?
But Yang Wudi charged forward again, carefully sensing while fighting. After a moment, he shook his head.
"It's different!"
"My technique originates from the unique soul skill of the Soul-Breaking Spear, but Dai Chengfeng has mimicked its principles using only his physical body…"
"But!"
Looking at Dai Chengfeng across from him, calmly wielding his weapon with silver glints in his eyes, effortlessly dodging his rapid spear attacks as if strolling through a garden,
"Damn it! Can someone tell me how a soul skill can even be imitated?!"
"And what's even crazier is that it can surpass the original?!"
Even the battle-hardened Yang Wudi couldn't help but curse under his breath, questioning his very existence.
He simply couldn't understand how Dai Chengfeng had achieved this.
His 'Shock' was merely about stimulating all his muscles and spirit with soul power to bring his aura to its peak.
But the abilities Dai Chengfeng displayed went far beyond that…
"It's as if he can predict my moves in advance?"
And while Yang Wudi was baffled, confused, and shocked, Dai Chengfeng was utterly thrilled.
Through this moment of enlightenment, Dai Chengfeng had elevated his absolute insight from the "Mustard Seed Realm", along with his muscle control, mental state, and combat willpower, to their peak, perfectly integrating them.
This made Yang Wudi appear like an open book to him…
The subtle fluctuations in Yang Wudi's soul power and the minute changes in his muscles already provided Dai Chengfeng with the most accurate prediction of his next move!
Then, relying on his combat instincts, Dai Chengfeng's body reacted reflexively, bypassing conscious thought entirely, maximizing his speed and reaction time.
This state reminded Dai Chengfeng of Goku's "Ultra Instinct" from Dragon Ball Z, which he had seen in his previous life.
The two shared striking similarities.
Thus, Dai Chengfeng named his third form "Supreme Intent!"
Of course, true Ultra Instinct was a divine technique originating from the depths of the godly realm—a further manifestation of potential unleashed after breaking one's limits, even allowing the separation of consciousness and body.
Dai Chengfeng wasn't quite there yet.
Still, he was exhilarated.
After all, he had just mastered the third form of the White Tiger Overlord Spear. There was still vast room for improvement in "Supreme Intent."
"This battle with Yang Wudi has truly been incredibly beneficial to me!"
Thinking this, when Yang Wudi thrust his spear fiercely once more, Dai Chengfeng simply shifted his waist to dodge it easily. At the same time, he lightly tapped the halberd against Yang Wudi's spear shaft, precisely three inches from its tip.
Though Dai Chengfeng exerted almost no force, Yang Wudi's full-powered strike was abruptly deflected into the ground.
Boom—!
A loud explosion rang out as the ground instantly caved in, forming a deep crater, dust flying everywhere.
"That halberd strike just now seemed to hit the weakest point of my power…"
Yang Wudi quickly retracted his spear and retreated, staring at the massive destruction on the ground, his eyes filled with shock and uncertainty. "H-how did he do that?"
"Elder, is there still any point in continuing this fight?"
At this moment, Dai Chengfeng finally spoke, looking at Yang Wudi with a gentle smile, his face radiating calm confidence.
Yang Wudi fell silent for a moment.
Bang—
"No more fighting—you're just a damn freak!"
Yang Wudi slammed his Soul-Breaking Spear onto the ground. "With only Soul Elder-level strength, I'd have absolutely no chance against you!"
"I admit defeat!"
With that, Yang Wudi angrily strode to the side, grabbed a teacup from the table, and gulped down a large mouthful.
Damn it, this is the first time in my life I've lost to someone at the same level—and I can't even find a reason for it!
Moreover, this loss feels so humiliating.
How did this kid suddenly become so agile? My attacks seem like child's play to him, effortlessly dodged…
The more Yang Wudi thought about it, the angrier he became. How could he lose so miserably? He couldn't understand.
Meanwhile, Yang Wushuang walked up smugly, glancing at the dejected Yang Wudi.
"Big Brother, how was it?"
"I told you the prince's spear technique could be called the best in the world in some sense, but you didn't believe me and even mocked me."
"You said I was embarrassing myself, scared by some kid's pretend spearplay—what nonsense about being the best."
"And now?"
"Getting crushed by some 'kid's pretend spearplay' and losing your sense of direction—this is still the big brother who claims to be invincible at the same level? Tsk, tsk~"
Recalling his earlier words, Yang Wudi realized he had indeed mocked his younger brother.
And now, fighting Dai Chengfeng at the same soul power level, he had indeed been utterly dominated, like a child being taught a lesson.
For a moment, shame and frustration welled up inside him.
If it weren't for his younger brother hyping up Dai Chengfeng's spear technique, he wouldn't have challenged him and wouldn't have suffered such an inexplicable, humiliating loss…
Thinking this, Yang Wudi's eyes narrowed as he turned to Yang Wushuang and shouted loudly.
"Wushuang! When you walked over just now, did you step with your left foot first?"
"Yeah, so what?"
Yang Wushuang was utterly bewildered by this sudden question.
"Don't you know our Breaking Clan's rules dictate that you can't step with your left foot first when facing the clan leader?"
As he spoke, Yang Wudi swung a powerful punch, aiming straight for Yang Wushuang's eye.
"Ow! What rule is this?! I've never heard of it!"
Yang Wushuang covered his right eye, protesting loudly.
"I just added it today! Got a problem with that?"
Yang Wudi explained menacingly, "You're also a Soul Douluo. Beat me, become the clan leader, and then you can add your own rules!"
With that, he delivered another punch to Yang Wushuang's left eye.
"So you lost to Prince Chengfeng at the same level and are taking it out on me? What kind of skill is that? If you've got the guts… challenge Prince Chengfeng again!"
Upon hearing this, Yang Wushuang dodged while defiantly retorting.
"Huh?"
Yang Wudi frowned slightly. "Still talking back? Today, I'll teach you a lesson and show you who's the big brother!"
Bang, bang, bang—
Though Yang Wushuang fought back as hard as he could, he was no match for Yang Wudi. In the end…
Yang Wushuang ended up with both eyes black and blue, looking utterly defeated, before Yang Wudi finally stopped, satisfied.
"Hmph! If I can't beat Dai Chengfeng at the same level, can't I at least beat you, little brother?"
Yang Wushuang stood behind Yang Wudi like a scolded child, his face full of grievance.
"I treat you as my big brother, and you treat me like a punching bag?!"
At this moment, Dai Chengfeng and Dugu Bo watched the finally "reconciled" Yang Wudi and Yang Wushuang with amusement.
"Leader Yang Wudi, can we now discuss the terms for the Breaking Clan to pledge allegiance to me?"
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