Chapter 26: One Strike Victory

At the instant the second soul ring lit up, Dai Xiyu's muscles all over his body began to swell, and even his height seemed to increase a bit.

Black stripes appeared on his skin, resembling those of a humanoid fierce tiger.

His internal power surged, and his speed greatly increased.

At the same time, his martial soul switched instantly, and his second martial soul, the Sharingan, activated.

Dai Mubai's figure was instantly slowed to a crawl, like a snail.

Dai Xiyu shifted his stance and easily dodged Dai Mubai's all-out attack.

Immediately after, he pushed off with both legs, leapt into the air, and spun 180 degrees.

With a fierce aura, he aimed his right leg at Dai Mubai's neck and chopped down violently.

"Boom!"

This kick carried intense killing intent.

Like Dai Mubai, Dai Xiyu is certainly no pushover.

If he could kill Dai Mubai right then, he would gain ten million fortune in one go.

Although the system had warned that to kill someone, one's remaining fortune must vastly exceed the opponent's, otherwise a backlash is likely.

But Dai Xiyu had never tried it before and had no real sense of it.

This time, he happened to have the chance to give it a try.

"Boom!"

A dull thud sounded; Dai Mubai couldn't dodge in time and was struck squarely by this kick.

Immediately after, Dai Mubai's body suddenly shrank and fell face-first onto the Combat Soul Platform.

Even the Combat Soul Platform, built to withstand impacts, was cracked.

This shows how tremendous the impact on Dai Mubai's body was.

After landing this full-force kick, Dai Xiyu withdrew his strength, stepped back, and adjusted his breathing.

That blow alone would have killed even a five-hundred-year Blaze Light Tiger.

The neck is a vital point for virtually anyone or beast; under such immense force, even a typical first-ring soul master would surely die.

And Dai Mubai indeed lay motionless, flat on his stomach in the center of the Combat Soul Platform.

Seeing this, the exam supervisor rushed forward and announced the match over, with Dai Xiyu the winner.

At that moment, everyone present couldn't help but shiver.

Dai Xiyu's kick, together with his fierce gaze, was truly terrifying.

The spectating students put themselves in his shoes.

If they stood in Dai Mubai's place, facing such terrifying killing intent, they probably couldn't even muster the thought to resist.

In their impression, Dai Xiyu had always been weak and inept.

Until a month and a half ago, Dai Xiyu began to show his talent, becoming somewhat bold and overbearing.

By today, the Dai Xiyu before them had suddenly turned ferocious.

Many who had once looked down on Dai Xiyu now broke out in cold sweat, their breathing constricted.

Others, quick to react, hurriedly raised their hands to applaud, hoping to leave a good impression on Dai Xiyu.

In short, Dai Mubai now appears completely still, and perhaps tomorrow will bring the sad news of his death.

Now, who would still care whether Dai Mubai bears a grudge? Making Dai Xiyu notice oneself is far more important.

After the battle ended, Dai Xiyu dismissed his martial soul and stepped down from the platform.

The medical staff waiting outside also quickly rushed in with a stretcher and carried Dai Mubai away.

At that very moment, a notification refreshed in the upper-left corner of Dai Xiyu's vision.

【Fortune gained from Dai Mubai +500,000】

"Only five hundred thousand? It seems Dai Mubai didn't die... Not dying even after this is rather unreasonable."

Human physical quality can never surpass that of soul beasts.

Even a kick that soul beasts cannot block, when it strikes a vital point, still allows one to save their life, which to some extent shows the effect of fortune.

However, the backlash the system mentioned did not occur.

"Could it be that my killing intent isn't strong enough? If I were to stab a vital point directly with a weapon in a sure-death situation, perhaps the backlash would appear then."

He shook his head and didn't think further.

But just then, he furrowed his brow.

A wave of pain came from his right calf.

With each step, the pain felt like needle pricks.

He raised an eyebrow, showed no abnormality, and went straight back to his seat.

The students on both sides unconsciously moved away, their gazes at Dai Xiyu tinged with a hint of fear.

Dai Xiyu's performance was truly terrifying; those noble youths who usually live in luxury had never seen such a scene.

Producing such fear is understandable.

The examination proceeded as usual until the school day ended at six in the afternoon, when it was finally over.

This time, Dai Xiyu and Zhu Zhuqing did not return to the Ducal Mansion right away; instead, they went together to the Imperial Palace.

After returning to the bedroom, Dai Xiyu's gait was already somewhat unnatural, as he inched onto the bed step by step.

After Zhu Zhuqing helped Dai Xiyu onto the bed, she immediately ran off to find the Imperial Physician.

Not long after, a middle-aged man carrying a medicine box pushed the door open.

This Imperial Physician is a middle-aged man wearing a pair of small glasses, with a steady countenance.

Dai Xiyu recognized him, recalling that he was a 52nd-rank Soul King, one of the top three support-type soul masters in the Imperial Palace, and his martial soul was a medicine pill.

In this palace, he had already been there for over ten years, even earlier than when Dai Xiyu was born.

Thinking that, Dai Xiyu nodded at him in greeting and said gently, "Thank you for your trouble."

The Imperial Physician also smiled kindly, gave Dai Xiyu a salute, and said:

"This is within my duty. Miss Zhu Qing said that Your Highness the Second Prince has a problem with your right leg; let me take a look."

Nodding, Dai Xiyu lifted his pant leg to reveal his calf.

The middle of his calf was already a mass of bruised purple, even oozing traces of blood.

Seeing this, the Imperial Physician immediately half-squatted on the ground and lightly touched it with his hand.

A sharp pain shot through, and Dai Xiyu furrowed his brow.

However, compared to the ten years of torment in his previous life, this pain is nothing at all.

So Dai Xiyu made no sound, even relaxing his tightly furrowed brow.

He looked completely uninjured, with a calm expression.

After examining him a while longer, the Imperial Physician saw that Dai Xiyu's expression was normal, with no trace of irritability, and couldn't help but nod to himself.

Compared to this gentle, courteous, low-key and restrained Second Prince.

That Third Prince, however, is irritable, arrogant, and utterly worthless.

The Imperial Physician withdrew his hand and said softly:

"Your Highness the Second Prince, the bone in your right calf is fractured, but fortunately your physique is strong, so it's not too serious."

"This is a bone-setting pill I made using my third soul skill; as long as you take it and apply the medicinal ointment externally, you will recover quickly."

Dai Xiyu had anticipated this, so he merely nodded and said, "Then I'll trouble you."

The Imperial Physician gave Dai Xiyu the bone-setting pill, then applied the medicinal ointment to the bruised area, bound a splint with a bandage, and rose to leave.

(End of chapter)