manynovel Chapter 128 Coveting the Tyrant Tiger Soul Refining Blade, Beating Dai Yueheng
Chapter 128 Coveting the Tyrant Tiger Soul Refining Blade, Beating Dai Yueheng
Chapter 128 Coveting the Tyrant Tiger Soul Refining Blade, Beating Dai Yueheng
Dai Youheng swiftly thwarted Zhu Man's several assassination attempts, realizing that the time was ripe.
Given Zhu Man's narrow-minded and ruthless nature, after repeatedly hitting a wall with me, she will most likely turn her vicious gaze to the more vulnerable and easily bullied Bai Wanning and Dai Luoli, attempting to coerce me by controlling them.
And he was waiting for her to make that move.
On this very day, he returned to the Duke's mansion, where the atmosphere was tense, and found that Dai Yueheng was also there. Moreover, his elder brother, who had always been gloomy since his hand was crippled, had a rare look of relaxation on his face.
The reason is simple: after nearly a year of waiting and adjustments, his right hand, which had been severed by the poison of the Grim Reaper, was finally fitted with a soul-guided prosthetic limb meticulously crafted by the Soul Guidance Department of Shrek Academy.
The prosthetic limb is exquisitely crafted, almost indistinguishable from a real one. Its joints are flexible enough for him to handle daily life without any obstacles, and he can even engage in some less strenuous combat.
However, this is ultimately an external object, unable to replace the original hand, much less bear the White Tiger Martial Soul's most offensive tiger claw-type skills. This is undoubtedly a huge drawback for a power-attack type Soul Master.
Zhu Man loved her son dearly. Seeing that her son had finally recovered a little but still had this regret, she racked her brains and came up with a solution. Since the tiger claw could not be restored, why not use a powerful external weapon to make up for it?
Right now, there is an excellent weapon right in front of you: Dai Youheng's level eight melee soul tool that shone brightly in the Soul Master Competition, the Tyrant Tiger Soul Refining Blade!
Level 8 melee soul tools are already top-tier in the Star Luo Empire. After all, this is not the Sun Moon Empire, so level 9 soul tools are not commonly seen.
This Tyrant Tiger Soul Refining Blade is not only of a high grade, but its characteristics are also exceptionally compatible with the fierce and domineering nature of the White Tiger Martial Soul, making it a match made in heaven. Even the Dai family would find it difficult to find a second such treasure.
Zhu Man knew that if she were to ask for it herself, Dai Youheng would definitely scoff at her.
So she wrote a letter and sent it to Dai Hao in the Mingdou Mountains as fast as she could. In the letter, she described in great detail the pain and inconvenience that Dai Yueheng had suffered from losing his right hand, emphasized the importance of the Tyrant Tiger Soul Refining Blade for restoring his fighting strength and confidence, and, on the grounds of the greater good of the family and brotherhood, earnestly requested Dai Hao to order Dai Youheng to "give" the blade to his brother.
Dai Hao was far away at the border and did not fully understand the details of the undercurrents within the mansion. He only saw that what was said in the letter seemed reasonable. No matter how precious a knife was, could it be more important than the brotherhood between brothers or the overall strength of the family?
Without deeply considering the process and significance of Dai Youheng obtaining the sword, he wrote back, urging Dai Youheng, as a father and clan leader, to consider the bigger picture, show consideration for his elder brother, and hand over the Tyrant Tiger Soul Refining Sword to Dai Yueheng.
He wasn't deliberately targeting Dai Youheng; he just didn't care about such trivial matters. Dai Hao's vision was focused on matters of national importance. To put it nicely, he would dedicate his life to the country rather than to his lover. Therefore, neither his three women nor his children spent much time with him, and they were even unaware that he had an illegitimate child.
Today, as soon as Dai Youheng returned to the manor, Zhu Man couldn't wait to take out Dai Hao's handwritten letter. With a hint of triumphant pride and arrogance on her face, she ordered Dai Youheng, on behalf of the clan leader, to hand over the Tyrant Tiger Soul Refining Blade.
Although Dai Yueheng felt somewhat embarrassed, his desire to regain his strength overwhelmed everything. He cooperated with his mother, forcing a mixture of brotherly tenderness and helplessness on his face, and said, "Youheng, I know this sword is your beloved possession. But look at my hands... I truly lack the strength. If I could obtain this sword's assistance, I would surely regain my former glory and be able to better serve the family in the future. We are brothers after all, and I hope you will grant me this request."
Using a combination of persuasion and pressure, the mother and son worked together seamlessly.
However, Dai Youheng was not going to fall for it. He sneered inwardly, but his face instantly darkened. Without any politeness, he overturned the rosewood tea table next to him, and the cups and teaware shattered on the ground with a loud noise.
"Want my knife?" His gaze swept coldly over Zhu Man and Dai Yueheng, his tone full of sarcasm. "Sure! But my knife, Dai Youheng's, isn't junk, not something any Tom, Dick, or Harry can use! Dai Yueheng, if you want it, you'd better prove you're worthy of it!"
He pointed sharply at Dai Yueheng, "Don't say I'm taking advantage of your hand disability. We'll fight using only our left hands, neither of us using our right! If you win, I'll offer you the Tyrant Tiger Soul-Refining Blade with both hands, without a second thought! If you lose..." His voice turned icy, "then take your fake hand and these absurd delusions and get as far away as possible!"
Upon hearing this, Dai Yueheng's expression shifted uncertainly. He was indeed extremely wary of Dai Youheng's strength, knowing full well his astonishing ability to fight beyond his level. However, upon further reflection, he realized that Dai Youheng's many previous glorious achievements seemed inseparable from that Tyrant Tiger Soul Refining Blade and that unpredictable swordsmanship.
If he were without a sword, his combat power would be greatly reduced. Furthermore, since both sides agreed not to use their right hands, the disadvantages of his prosthetic arm being unable to exert force and his loss of his right hand were eliminated.
Therefore, given his Soul Emperor-level soul power and combat experience, he might not necessarily lose to a Soul King. Greed and wishful thinking ultimately prevailed. Dai Yueheng gritted his teeth and replied, "Alright! As you say! I'll test your skills!"
The two immediately took their stances in the courtyard outside the hall. Zhu Man watched nervously from the side, hoping her son would win, yet also feeling a vague sense of unease.
The battle began extremely quickly and ended even faster.
Dai Yueheng channeled his Soul Emperor-level Soul Power, transforming his left hand into a palm strike that hurtled straight at Dai Youheng's face with a fierce gust of wind. It was the standard starting stance of the White Tiger Vajra Palm, and its power was not to be underestimated.
However, Dai Youheng didn't even use his martial spirit. He simply stepped back slightly with his left foot and raised his left hand seemingly casually. A faint sense of extreme cold flowed through his palm. Although he didn't have the ultimate ice, the power and coldness of the Emperor's Palm were already taking shape. Without dodging or avoiding, he directly met Dai Yueheng's White Tiger Palm force.
"Bang!"
The two palms clashed, producing a muffled thud.
Dai Yueheng felt an extremely strange palm force, both domineering and chilling, penetrate his body. His White Tiger Soul Power was as if it had hit an ice wall and instantly dissipated.
An incredibly concentrated penetrating force surged upwards along the meridians of his arm, instantly causing his entire left arm to feel numb, tingling, and almost lose all sensation.
He was terrified and tried to change his tactics and retreat, but it was too late.
Dai Youheng pressed his advantage relentlessly, using his left hand to pull and guide Dai Yueheng's force as easily as plucking at straws. Then, with lightning speed, his second palm struck Dai Yueheng's wide-open chest.
"puff--!"
Dai Yueheng was struck as if by a heavy blow. His body flew backward uncontrollably, crashing into the artificial hill in the courtyard before he could stop his momentum. He felt a sweet taste in his throat and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. His face was filled with disbelief, horror, and humiliation.
Three moves? Maybe even less than two! This Soul Emperor was defeated so thoroughly and so miserably by a mere Soul King, without using his right hand, nor his Martial Soul or weapon!
Dai Youheng withdrew his palm and stood up, dusting off non-existent dust from his robes. The contempt in his eyes was almost overflowing. "With such little skill, you dare to covet my Tyrant Tiger Soul Refining Blade? Dai Yueheng, you're really getting worse as you get older!"
"Just stick to your prosthetic hand and stop embarrassing yourself in public!"
After saying that, he didn't even glance at Zhu Man, whose face was ashen and who was trembling all over, or Dai Yueheng, who was lying on the ground, filled with shame and indignation. He turned around and left, leaving behind a cold and powerful figure.
Zhu Man stared intently in the direction where Dai Youheng had disappeared, her fingernails digging almost into her palms, drawing blood.
Her face turned from green to white, then from white to purple, and her chest heaved violently. She was clearly furious and would not let the matter rest.