Douluo: Starting with an Engagement to Zhu Zhuqing

Chapter 40: Brutal Slaughter

The fat man felt a surge of unease.

He had not expected that in just three years, Dai Yao had reached level 20.

Luckily, he hadn't yet obtained his second soul ring; otherwise, this duel would have been much harder to call.

The first yellow soul ring lit up.

"First soul skill, War Charge!"

Upon activating his martial soul, his body mass increased exponentially. With unstoppable force, he charged at Dai Yao, shaking the ground with each step he took.

With a cruel smile, he intended to crush Dai Yao to pieces!

But as the pressure of the attack bore down on him, Dai Yao felt an unexpected sense of joy.

His three years of effort had finally borne fruit.

Under the waterfall, he had meditated for three years, resisting the unrelenting water pressure.

It felt like he was a nimble fish, swimming through the immense pressure released by the fat man, dodging the overwhelming force effortlessly.

"Indeed, my three years of effort have not been in vain," Dai Yao thought, filled with happiness.

He activated his explosive step, becoming like a streak of white lightning charging at the fat man.

"Is he a fool?" someone from the crowd muttered. "A one-ring soul master actually thinks he can face a grand soul master head-on?!"

"Grasping at straws! These nobles have no real combat experience," a commoner soul master scoffed as he observed Dai Yao's actions.

"His soul power isn't bad, but his brain isn't exactly working right." Someone else shook their head.

In their minds, no one-ring soul master, no matter their soul power or strength, could stand up to a grand soul master. A head-on clash was a sure path to self-destruction.

The initial shock caused by Dai Yao's soul power quickly disappeared. The image of the cowardly and useless Dai Yao returned to their minds.

"Just as useless as I thought!" they sneered.

Zhu Zhuyue, standing next to Dai Yao Ming, smiled faintly and looked forward to Dai Yao's miserable defeat.

However, Dai Yao Ming felt a subtle change.

Dai Yao had never been reckless. His six years of patience in the Cold Palace, and the three years he endured in the academy, had not shaped him into the kind of person to act impulsively.

"Why is he doing this?" Dai Yao Ming wondered. "Could it be that he has the ability to go head-to-head with the fat man?!"

He couldn't help but stare at the battlefield, his curiosity piqued.

As Dai Yao charged toward him, the fat man wasn't surprised—instead, he was pleased.

"Really, you've chosen death. If you've given up resisting, I'll at least leave you with a breath of life," the fat man said smugly.

To him, Dai Yao's reckless charge looked like a suicide move.

Dai Yao was undeterred by his words. Rage burned in his chest.

The soul power in his body surged with the force of a landslide, focusing into his right hand. He shouted:

"Eight Extremes Collapse!"

In the eyes of the spectators, the two figures collided with a thunderous sound. The fat man staggered a bit but quickly regained his balance, while Dai Yao was sent flying backward, stumbling several steps before managing to stop his retreat.

Seeing Dai Yao's disheveled state, the fat man laughed maniacally.

"Is this all you've got? Talking about blood debts, blood repayment... How ridiculous!" he mocked.

To the onlookers, the outcome of the duel seemed predictable. But they were also surprised by the force behind Dai Yao's strike.

"So, that's why he dared to go head-to-head with a grand soul master," one person murmured, realizing there was more to Dai Yao than they initially thought.

"But indeed, fighting head-on doesn't give any advantage," Dai Yao thought silently. But his true trump card wasn't in the visible power of the Eight Extremes Collapse—it was in the hidden energy behind it.

Just as the fat man was gloating, a sudden searing pain shot through his arm.

"Ahhh!" he screamed.

His face contorted in agony as sweat poured down. He felt a domineering force rip through his body, making it impossible to move.

Dai Yao revealed a cruel smile—this was the true power of his Eight Extremes Collapse.

Bending slightly, he shot forward again with even greater speed than before, using his explosive step.

He knew that opportunities like this were fleeting, and the fat man's lack of understanding of the Eight Extremes Collapse gave him a rare chance.

If the fat man figured it out, he wouldn't get another opening like this.

With a vicious grin, Dai Yao appeared before the fat man in an instant. He grabbed the fat man's injured arm and, with the fat man's horrified expression, struck him viciously in the elbow.

A pitiful scream erupted from the fat man, the sound piercing and full of agony, making everyone watching feel a chill.

The arena fell silent as the fat man's arm was twisted violently, breaking under the force. He clutched his trembling arm, horror in his eyes, stumbling back in panic.

After the break, the fat man's strength had significantly diminished. The constant pain overwhelmed his senses, and he knew he was no longer a match for Dai Yao.

But Dai Yao wasn't done.

Step by step, he approached the fat man, his movements as cold as death itself.

The fat man's eyes widened as he realized Dai Yao's intent. Zhu Zhuyue had toyed with Zhu Zhuqing earlier, and now Dai Yao was going to exact brutal revenge on him.

Desperately, the fat man tried to surrender.

If the referee was present, he could simply admit defeat and leave the arena.

But Dai Yao wouldn't give him the chance.

Dai Yao's face twisted with fury as he raised his fist, swinging it with the full force of his soul power. The wind howled as his fist crashed into the fat man's mouth, silencing him.

A powerful punch left the fat man's face unrecognizable. His teeth scattered on the ground, and his mouth was filled with blood. Only the occasional gasp for air showed that he was still alive.

Dai Yao's fist was covered in blood, the skin torn and his bones exposed.

The immense force behind the punch was clear.

"This punch is for my mother!" Dai Yao roared, his voice wild with rage.

For three years, the fat man had provoked him, insulting him and his mother. Dai Yao wasn't a wooden puppet—he couldn't remain silent when his mother's honor was slandered.

All the fury that had built up over the years poured into that punch.

But Dai Yao didn't stop. He gathered his soul power again, and with another explosive punch, he struck the fat man's face.

"This punch is for Zhuqing."

The fat man's head sank into the ground, the earth around him cracking under the impact.

With that punch, the fat man's face was barely recognizable. Dai Yao's fist, though, had swollen further, his knuckles bloodied and raw.

Yet he didn't stop. He raised his fist high once more, and it came crashing down on the fat man's face for a third time.

"This punch is for me!"

The fat man's entire head disappeared into the ground, his body spasming intermittently.

Dai Yao collapsed to his knees, breathing heavily. Those three punches had drained him of all his energy.

The three years of suppressed fury, the anger that had accumulated over time, was finally released.

The arena was completely still. The spectators watched in stunned silence as they witnessed a one-ring soul master crushing a grand soul master head-on.

Dai Yao's three punches didn't just land on the fat man's face—they struck the spectators' hearts, shattering the image they had of the weak and useless Dai Yao.

Though Dai Yao now knelt, in their minds, he had transformed into a figure like a demon god.

(End of Chapter)

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