Douluo Dalu 1: The Tang Family Rebel

At this moment, Dai Mubai, trapped by Yun Chuan's use of a skill derived from Tang San's Blue Silver Grass martial soul, finally unleashed his third soul ring ability.

The appearance of Dai Mubai underwent another transformation before everyone's eyes. His already robust body, enhanced by the White Tiger martial soul, expanded further. His exaggeratedly bulging muscles tore his upper garments apart, exposing a terrifying musculature. The most peculiar change was the black horizontal stripes that emerged on his skin, making him resemble a tiger's hide—though without fur.

His tiger claws grew even larger, their blades turning a brilliant silver. The most striking aspect was the intense golden light enveloping his entire body, giving him the appearance of being gilded. His blood-red eyes shone with a bloodthirsty gleam, exuding the aura of a king among beasts.

Tang San, observing from the sidelines, didn't know what this transformation signified. However, given that it was a skill granted by a thousand-year soul ring, its effects were bound to be extraordinary.

"What will he do next?" Tang San's gaze shifted to the black-haired boy in white. The latter's ordinary face still carried a faint smile, and his deep, beautiful eyes revealed an enigmatic charm.

Yun Chuan remained calm, and with a thought, blue-and-black Blue Silver Grass shot out from around his body. The thorned vines surged through the air, blocking Dai Mubai's vision while wrapping toward his limbs and neck.

"Will it work?" Tang San stared intently at Dai Mubai.

Suddenly, ten streaks of silver light flashed across the air. The fast-wrapping Blue Silver Grass froze mid-air before disintegrating into dust. Dai Mubai's towering figure steadily advanced toward Yun Chuan, his tiger claws gleaming silver, exuding a terrifying pressure.

"Your Blue Silver Grass is indeed impressive," Dai Mubai said arrogantly, his voice tinged with confidence. "Its toughness surpasses my expectations. Normally, my soul power couldn't cut through it in one strike. But now, I'm using my third soul ring skill—White Tiger Vajra Transformation."

He continued, his aura radiant with newfound vigor: "I endured countless hardships to acquire this soul ring by slaying a thousand-year-old King Kong Tiger Soul Beast. It not only greatly boosts my strength, attack, and defense but also grants me the White Tiger Vajra Transformation skill.

"This transformation lasts for thirty minutes, during which my resistance to status effects, as well as my attack, defense, and strength, all double. With my level 37 soul power and this boost, your poison can't hurt me. Even though your soul skills are clever and your control-type martial soul is impressive, you are no match for me. This is the absolute gap in strength!" His evil eyes gleamed with red light as he declared, "You're doomed to lose!"

"Oh? You think you've already won?"

Facing Dai Mubai's arrogant demeanor, Yun Chuan remained composed. He spoke softly, "It seems I'll have to get serious."

As he spoke, his hands began forming seals, exuding a faint ripple of soul power. In an instant, his hands executed over a dozen seals. With a final hand sign, he declared loudly, "Self-created soul skill—Blue Silver Avatar!"

As his words fell, Blue Silver Grass sprouted once again, but this time, the vines intertwined and fused. Before Tang San's astonished gaze, they formed into a two-meter-tall wooden figure adorned with Blue Silver Grass patterns.

"This... Blue Silver Grass can be used like this?" Tang San muttered in disbelief. He quickly shook his head, thinking: It's just for show. The nature of Blue Silver Grass is inherently fragile. Even if woven into a wooden figure, it won't change its fragile essence. This soul skill is flashy but impractical.

However, his perspective was soon overturned.

The wooden figure advanced toward Dai Mubai under Yun Chuan's control. Dai Mubai, similarly skeptical, swung his tiger claw, intending to tear it apart.

But the wooden figure retaliated, throwing a punch toward Dai Mubai's claw while aiming another at his chest.

Despite the wooden figure's forceful attack, Dai Mubai's body, in its White Tiger Vajra state, was as resilient as steel. The punch felt like hitting rubber—it connected but lacked impact.

"Impressive strength! But it's useless!"

Seeing the wooden figure's punch land harmlessly on his chest, Dai Mubai sneered. Though surprised by its solidity, he swiftly counterattacked, his left claw aiming a powerful strike at its chest. The wooden figure staggered back several meters from the impact.

"Come on!" Dai Mubai roared, charging forward again.

Despite taking a heavy blow, the wooden figure felt no pain. Under Yun Chuan's control, it charged back at Dai Mubai.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A duel of fists ensued between the wooden figure and Dai Mubai, each clash echoing with dull thuds. The fierce exchange reduced the hotel lobby to shambles, with walls and floors resembling a demolition site. Onlookers cowered behind the counter, stealing cautious glances at the chaotic battlefield.

"Brother San, that wooden figure is amazing! Can you do something like that in the future?" Xiao Wu's eyes sparkled as she nudged Tang San.

"I don't know." Tang San stared blankly at the figure holding its own against Dai Mubai. The fight defied all his prior understanding.

How could Blue Silver Grass transform into a wooden figure like this?

The key question lingered: Why is it so strong?

Unbeknownst to others, the wooden figure's material wasn't merely Blue Silver Grass. Yun Chuan had created it using the Wood Goddess martial soul, making it exceedingly durable. The prior weaving act was pure theatrics, as was his "self-created soul skill." It was all a ploy.

The wooden figure was a prototype of Yun Chuan's imagined "True Thousand-Handed Avalokitesvara." Though his ultimate vision—a massive figure wielding countless arms—remained a distant dream, this version was sufficient to deal with someone like Dai Mubai.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The fight raged on, neither side gaining the upper hand. The wooden figure's attacks lacked power but boasted overwhelming defense. No matter what Dai Mubai tried, he couldn't damage it.

As his White Tiger Vajra Transformation neared its thirty-minute limit, fatigue overtook Dai Mubai. His once-mighty strikes weakened, his muscles deflated, and the golden aura surrounding him vanished.

"Over... I'm done…" Dai Mubai muttered weakly.

The wooden figure seized the moment, grabbing the exhausted Dai Mubai and delivering a relentless barrage of punches.

'I'll teach you to abandon your fiancée.'

'I'll teach you to indulge in debauchery.'

Yun Chuan mentally listed Dai Mubai's wrongdoings with every strike. Though he wouldn't admit it, jealousy fueled his fervor.

'I'll teach you to enjoy life so smugly…'

[T/N: Wasn't bro also enjoying his life with Bibi Dong]

(End of Chapter)