Chapter 128: Coveting the tyrant tiger soul refining saber, Beating Dai YuehengDai Youheng had neutralized the Zhu Man's several assassination attempts with thunderous methods, knowing in his heart that the time was ripening.With the Zhu Man's narrow-minded and vicious Heart-Nature, after repeatedly hitting a wall with him, there was a high probability she would turn her malicious gaze toward the more vulnerable Bai Wanning and Dai Luoli, attempting to coerce him by controlling them.And he was precisely waiting for her to make this move.It happened that on this day, he returned to the stagnant atmosphere of the Dukes Mansion and found that Dai Yueheng was actually there as well. Furthermore, this elder brother, who had been gloomy ever since his hand was crippled, unexpectedly had a rare trace of relaxation on his face.The reason was simple: after nearly a year of waiting and adjustment, his right hand, which had been severed due to the corrosion of the Death God Emissary's toxin, had finally been fitted with a spirit tool prosthetic meticulously crafted by the Shrek Academy's Soul Tool Department.This prosthetic was exquisitely made, almost indistinguishable from the real thing; the joints moved flexibly, enough for him to handle daily life without obstacles and even engage in some less intense combat.However, it was ultimately an external object, unable to replace the original palm, and even less capable of carrying the White Tiger Martial Soul's most aggressive tiger-claw skills. For an attack system battle Spirit Master, this was undoubtedly a massive flaw.The Zhu Man, out of love for her son, saw that he had finally recovered a bit but still had this regret. She racked her brains and came up with a solution: since the tiger claws couldn't be restored, why not use a powerful external weapon to make up for it?And right now, an excellent weapon was right before their eyes: Dai Youheng's Rank 8 melee spirit tool that had shone brilliantly in the Spirit Master Tournament, the tyrant tiger soul refining saber!A Rank 8 melee spirit tool was already at the top level in the Star Luo Empire; after all, this wasn't the Sun Moon Empire, and Rank 9 spirit tools were nowhere to be seen.Moreover, this tyrant tiger soul refining saber was not only of a high Rank, but its characteristics were also exceptionally compatible with the fierce and domineering nature of the White Tiger Martial Soul—it was practically a match made in heaven. Such a treasure would be difficult for even the Dai Family to find a second of.The Zhu Man knew well that if she personally asked for it, Dai Youheng would absolutely scoff at her.Thus, she wrote a letter and sent it by express horse to Dai Hao at the Mingdou Mountain Range. In the letter, she exaggerated Dai Yueheng's pain and inconvenience from losing his right hand, emphasizing the vital importance of the tyrant tiger soul refining saber for restoring his combat power and rebuilding his confidence. Using the Family's overall situation and brotherly affection as reasons, she implored Dai Hao to order Dai Youheng to "yield" the blade to his elder brother.Dai Hao was far away at the border and did not fully understand the details of the undercurrents surging within the mansion. Seeing that what was said in the letter seemed reasonable, he thought: no matter how precious a blade was, could it really be more important than the bond between brothers or the overall strength of the Family?Without deeply considering the process and significance of Dai Youheng obtaining this blade, he wrote back a letter. In his capacity as a father and the Clan Chief, he persuaded Dai Youheng to consider the big picture, show compassion for his elder brother, and hand over the tyrant tiger soul refining saber to Dai Yueheng.He wasn't deliberately targeting Dai Youheng; he simply didn't care about such trifles. Dai Hao's perspective was focused on national affairs. To put it nicely, he had dedicated his life to the country at the expense of his Family. Consequently, he spent little time with his three women or his sons, and he didn't even know he had an illegitimate son.Today, as soon as Dai Youheng returned to the mansion, the Zhu Man impatiently brought out Dai Hao's handwritten letter. With a reserved yet arrogant expression of near-victory, she used the Clan Chief's order to command Dai Youheng to surrender the tyrant tiger soul refining saber.Although Dai Yueheng felt a bit awkward to the side, his desire to restore his strength overwhelmed everything. He cooperated with his mother, forcing a bit of brotherly warmth and helplessness onto his face as he said, "Youheng, I know this blade is your beloved possession. But look at my hand... I am truly willing but unable. If I have the help of this blade, I will surely regain my former glory and be better able to serve the Family in the future. We are, after all, brothers; I hope you can fulfill your brother's request this once."Using both soft and hard tactics, the mother and son cooperated perfectly.However, how could Dai Youheng fall for this? He sneered in his heart, but his face instantly darkened. Without any courtesy, he flipped over the rosewood tea table beside him. Cups and tea sets shattered all over the floor with a startling crash."You want my blade?" He swept his cold gaze over the Zhu Man and Dai Yueheng, his tone full of sarcasm. "Sure! But Dai Youheng's blade is not trash, and it's not something any random cat or dog is fit to use! Dai Yueheng, if you want to take it, you have to prove you're worthy of it!"He suddenly pointed at Dai Yueheng. "Don't say I'm bullying you because of your hand. Neither of us will use our right hands; we'll duel purely with our left hands! If you can beat me, I will hand over this tyrant tiger soul refining saber with both hands, without a single complaint! If you lose..." His voice turned icy cold, "then take your fake hand and these absurd delusions and get as far away as possible!"Hearing this, Dai Yueheng's expression shifted uncertainly. He was indeed extremely wary of Dai Youheng's strength, knowing well that his ability to fight above his level was startling. But on second thought, it seemed that all of Dai Youheng's previous brilliant achievements were inseparable from that tyrant tiger soul refining saber and those mysterious blade techniques.If he didn't have the blade in hand, his combat power would surely be greatly discounted. Furthermore, since both agreed not to use their right hands, his disadvantage—where his prosthetic couldn't exert force and his original right hand was lost—would be leveled out.Looking at it this way, with his spirit power foundation as a Spirit Emperor and his combat experience, he might not necessarily lose to a Spirit King. Greed and wishful thinking ultimately gained the upper hand. Dai Yueheng gritted his teeth and replied, "Fine! We'll do as you say! I will test your skills!"The two immediately took their stances in the courtyard outside the hall. The Zhu Man watched anxiously from the side, both hoping her son would win and feeling a faint sense of unease.The battle began extremely quickly and ended even faster.Dai Yueheng surged with Spirit Emperor-level spirit power, turning his left hand into a palm and lunging straight for Dai Youheng's face with a fierce wind. It was a standard White Tiger Vajra Palm opening move, and its power was not to be underestimated.However, Dai Youheng didn't even use his Spirit. He stepped back slightly with his left foot and raised his left hand seemingly at random. A trace of extremely cold intent faintly circulated in his palm. Although he didn't have Ultimate Ice at the moment, the power-exerting technique and chill of the Emperors Palm had already begun to take shape. Without dodging, he directly met Dai Yueheng's White Tiger palm force.*Bang!*The two palms collided, producing a dull thud.Dai Yueheng felt an extremely strange palm force—both domineering and frigid—penetrate his body. His White Tiger spirit power actually shattered instantly, as if hitting an ice wall.Furthermore, an incredibly condensed piercing force surged up through the Meridians of his arm. His entire left arm instantly became numb and painful, almost losing all sensation.He was terrified and wanted to change his move and retreat, but it was already too late.Dai Youheng pressed his advantage. His left hand pulled and guided, easily deflecting Dai Yueheng's force as if tossing straw. Then, his palm strike was like lightning; the second palm had already landed on Dai Yueheng's wide-open chest.*Pfft—!*Dai Yueheng felt as if he had been struck by a heavy blow. His body flew back uncontrollably, crashing miserably into a rockery in the courtyard before he could barely stop his momentum. A sweetness rose in his throat, and he couldn't help but spray out a mouthful of fresh blood. His face was full of unbelievable horror and humiliation.Three moves? Maybe not even two! As a Spirit Emperor, in a situation where his opponent was a mere Spirit King, didn't use a right hand, and hadn't even used a Spirit or a weapon, he had actually lost so completely and so embarrassingly!Dai Youheng withdrew his palm and stood tall, dusting off non-existent dust from his robes. The contempt in his eyes was almost overflowing. "With just this bit of ability, you're fit to covet my tyrant tiger soul refining saber? Dai Yueheng, you're really regressing as you get older!""Go live your days clutching your fake hand, and don't come out to make a fool of yourself again!"After saying that, without even looking at the Zhu Man, whose face was pale and who was trembling all over, or the humiliated and desperate Dai Yueheng slumped on the ground, he turned and walked straight away, leaving behind a cold and powerful silhouette.The Zhu Man stared fixedly in the direction Dai Youheng disappeared, her nails almost digging into her palms as blood seeped out.Her face turned from green to white, then from white to purple. Her chest heaved violently; she was clearly enraged to the extreme and would definitely not let the matter rest here.
