Diary System—Chapter 111: Dai Yichen: Dai Weisi, I Still Prefer Your Unruly Look!

Diary System—Chapter 111: Dai Yichen: Dai Weisi, I Still Prefer Your Unruly Look!

As the old saying goes, things never happen more than three times, but he was certain his father's behavior had exceeded that limit. It was as if Dai Yutian, despite his undeniable position, was blissfully unaware of the deep bias he held.

Dai Yutian had his thoughts on the matter. That's not true. I recognize it; so what?

Bang—

Dai Weisi was startled by a loud crash, and upon rushing down the stairs, his heart sank at the sight of his villa door, now splintered and broken.

Dai Yichen!

Dai Weisi's expression shifted from surprise to anger as he recognized the culprit. "Fourth brother, what do you mean by this?"

Dai Yichen's presence was nothing short of an outright insult. Did he dare to challenge him directly? Fury burned inside Dai Weisi, but he fought to retain a facade of control, his face darkening.

Dai Yichen stood coldly at the foot of the staircase, his indifferent gaze locked on Dai Weisi as if he were merely observing a corpse. In an instant, the White Tiger Armor formed around him. His wrists clicked ominously as he adjusted the sleek armor, a prelude to something devastating.

Click—

In that electrifying moment, as his brother's armor materialized, Dai Weisi saw a flash of their father in Dai Yichen, particularly in his eyes, which now revealed an unsettling indifference.

Even a year ago, during their encounters, Dai Weisi would have witnessed raw enthusiasm in Dai Yichen, a hint of madness borne from battle. Now? The fervor had been replaced by chilling detachment.

Unwittingly, a sliver of fear crawled into Dai Weisi's chest, only deepening as he processed the chilling transformation.

How could he—a level 41 Soul Ancestor—feel fear towards a Soul Grandmaster? The thought gnawed at him.

Though he wouldn't admit it, he felt that creeping fear intensify his drive. Over the past year, he had trained harder, spending less time suppressing Dai Yuxuan and Dai Mubai, now enjoying a rapid ascension through the ranks of strength.

At just sixteen, he stood at the impressive level of 41, a remarkable feat considering the limitations he faced with only seventh-level innate soul power!

Then a realization struck him—Dai Yichen's late arrival suddenly made sense. A smirk crept onto his face. "It seems my three assassins were quite efficient. Your Zhu Zhuqing is gravely injured, isn't she?"

With a smug grin, he continued, "What's wrong? Are you angry? You invited Zhu Zhuyun over and told me not to act, but I did. Seeing you so upset is rather amusing for your big brother!"

"Ah! Ah ah—"

Before Dai Weisi could finish his taunt, a sharp, blinding pain pierced through his head—as if thousands of needles were stabbing him simultaneously, threatening to split him in two.

In that split second, Dai Yichen leaped to the second floor, delivering an *Octane Blast*—his right fist crashing toward Dai Weisi's chest with explosive force.

Dai Weisi was struck, hurled backward by the sheer power, shattering through the railing and plummeting from the second floor like a cannonball.

"Cough, cough... Puff—" As he lay writhing on the ground, blood spilled from his mouth, and pain radiated through his chest. It felt as though his entire body were fracturing. The agony of several broken ribs shot through him as he shifted slightly, dizziness flooding his senses. What in the world had just happened?

Dai Yichen chuckled darkly. "My dear brother, have you been drinking too much? You stood there and let me hit you? You didn't even summon your martial soul! How brave of you!"

"Since you chose to send those assassins to attack Zhuqing and ignored my warning, you must pay the price!"

Dai Yichen jumped down from the second floor, the white tiger helmet retracting to expose his cold, icy visage. The sight of him sent a chill down Dai Weisi's spine.

"Don't come closer!" Dai Weisi gasped, desperate to summon his martial soul—but it was futile. One brutal punch had rendered him completely incapable of fighting back.

He had no idea what kind of punch Dai Yichen had unleashed, but it felt as though it had passed through his very being.

The punch aimed for the center of his chest had to deviate slightly; if it had struck his heart? Dai Weisi shuddered at the thought; he was sure he would have met his end.

This was the first time the high-ranking Dai Weisi confronted the specter of death.

Meanwhile, the women had been watching the scene unfold through a video feed. Yes, Dai Yichen had activated the screen recorder upon arriving. Every moment would be meticulously documented—every pause examined for weaknesses.

Dai Weisi thought incredulously, 'Are you kidding me? You're going to kill me with one punch, and then review the footage to assess weaknesses?'

Dai Yichen cracked his neck, the sound echoing ominously as he leaned closer, a devilish whisper invading Dai Weisi's ears. "Dai Weisi, you should be grateful that royal competition rules prohibit private killings. You won't die today, but I refuse to let you have an easy time!"

Crack!

Without warning, Dai Yichen stomped down on Dai Weisi's right knee joint with a resounding, sickening crunch.

"Ahhhh—"

Dai Weisi's eyes turned bloodshot, his once defiant gaze replaced by desperation as he grasped Dai Yichen's foot tightly, his voice now laced with pleading. "Fourth brother, I was wrong! Big Brother was wrong! Please, forgive me just this once!"

Dai Yichen's smile was devoid of warmth. "My dear big brother, I still prefer your unruly look from earlier. Hehe~~"

With that, a beam of energy shot from Dai Yichen's fingertips, piercing Dai Weisi's right wrist with surgical precision.

Ugh!

Dai Weisi's pain multiplied—excruciating, unfathomable suffering!

Today, he felt as if he were meeting his fourth brother for the very first time. Dai Yichen was no ordinary opponent; he was a tormentor of unfathomable cruelty. Compared to what he had done to Dai Yuxuan and Dai Mubai, this was sheer madness.

His cries echoed through the night, a haunting wail that reverberated with anguish. Yet, strangely, no one came to investigate. For them, this had become the norm.

But Dai Yichen refused to relent. He quietly murmured, "Dai Weisi, did you think that because I usually present a gentle facade, I'd be easier to bully? Have you chosen to disregard my warnings? Zhuqing is important to me. I even asked Sister Zhuyun to convey my message—why didn't you listen?!"

With a calm, cold expression, Dai Yichen grasped Dai Weisi's head and slammed it mercilessly against the ground!

But he was not done yet. His soul power surged forth, aimlessly seeking out Dai Weisi's left knee and left wrist, targeting them in a simultaneous strike to compound the pain. This was meant for Dai Weisi to feel the intensity of his reckless choices.

(End of this chapter)