The Nether White Tiger made its appearance.
Jing Shaoyu shifted his gaze away from Yuanen Yehui. He acknowledged Yuanen Yehui's strength, but facing the Nether White Tiger, it was still not enough.
It was time to end the match, he thought to himself.
"Xiaoyan, go assist Xinglan. Gu Yue, you help Na'er," Jing Shaoyu immediately instructed Xu Xiaoyan and Gu Yue. At the same time, the Staff of Stars in his hand radiated an even more dazzling light. He was fully unleashing his second Soul Skill, Primal Origin Wave, and his third Soul Skill, Primal Origin Shower. His companions were delicate girls, and he couldn't let them get hurt.
Following Jing Shaoyu's orders, Xu Xiaoyan and Gu Yue sprang into action. Xu Xiaoyan raised her Star Staff high, and her third Soul Ring instantly lit up with a brilliant glow. Golden starlight followed her guidance, flying towards Ye Xinglan's direction.
Ye Xinglan was currently fighting two opponents: Ye Xingmo and Duan Hunxiao, who had escaped from Wu Siduo's grasp. Despite their combined efforts, they were no match for Ye Xinglan. Ye Xingmo was already suppressed by her Martial Soul, unable to unleash his full strength, while Duan Hunxiao was practically incapacitated by the Primal Origin Shower. Thus, Ye Xinglan continued to dominate them.
A streak of starlight brushed past Ye Xinglan, filling her with comfort and invigorating her spirit. She immediately noticed that both Ye Xingmo and Duan Hunxiao had been immobilized. Seizing the opportunity, she unleashed a flurry of sword qi from her Star God Sword, directly targeting Ye Xingmo.
As Ye Xingmo watched the Star God Sword piercing towards him, a mix of emotions flooded his heart. A sense of helplessness overwhelmed him. In the next moment, his body flickered with starlight and vanished in a flash of white light.
Duan Hunxiao witnessed Ye Xingmo's defeat, feeling the sluggishness in his body. He let out a bitter smile, filled with unwillingness. He knew their side was about to suffer a humiliating loss. He couldn't help but marvel at how their opponent's support Soul Master could purify abnormal status effects.
Ye Xinglan sent Duan Hunxiao off with a single strike.
Rewinding time, as Xu Xiaoyan turned towards Ye Xinglan, Gu Yue also moved to assist Na'er.
Throughout the entire battle, Na'er had been holding her own against Le Zhengyu and He Xiaopeng, keeping the two of them tightly restrained and unable to assist their teammates. Le Zhengyu and He Xiaopeng had no choice but to go all out, hoping to quickly defeat Na'er and provide support to their comrades.
The result was that they couldn't defeat Na'er at all, while news of their teammates' struggles kept coming in, making them increasingly anxious.
Na'er wielded the Silver Dragon Lance, its tip gleaming with sharp qi. The sound of a dragon's roar echoed as the lance's shadow flickered, weaving between the light sword and silver hammer, shifting seamlessly between offense and defense.
Le Zhengyu held the Sword of Light, his eyes cold as he constantly shifted his position, trying to find an opening in Na'er's defense to deliver a fatal blow. Meanwhile, He Xiaopeng gripped the Bright Silver Hammer, attacking head-on with his immense strength. Every swing of his hammer was full of power, but Na'er always managed to deflect them with her skillful techniques.
Suddenly, a fierce hailstorm descended upon the three of them. Massive hailstones, like cannonballs, rained down from above. Strangely, after the initial volley targeted Na'er, the subsequent hailstones relentlessly pounded Le Zhengyu and He Xiaopeng.
Na'er deflected the hailstones aimed at her with a swift strike of her lance. Taking advantage of the opening, she glanced back at Gu Yue, shooting her a sharp look. Gu Yue, however, responded with a nonchalant smile. Na'er turned her attention back to Le Zhengyu and He Xiaopeng, who were now being pelted by the hailstones, and launched her final assault.
Her second Soul Ring flashed, and a clear dragon's roar emanated from the lance. A silvery radiance enveloped Na'er as she merged with the Silver Dragon Lance. The lance erupted with boundless brilliance, its tip projecting a three-foot-long lance qi that shone with a terrifying light, silencing everything in its path.
He Xiaopeng had just smashed a hailstone with his hammer when he turned to find the tip of the lance pointed directly at his chest. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead as his body went limp, fear and dread filling his eyes. In a flash of white light, He Xiaopeng was eliminated.
Le Zhengyu, seeing his comrade He Xiaopeng eliminated, turned livid with anger. The Sword of Light in his hand ignited with holy flames, and his aura surged. With a single strike, he cleaved through the hailstones in front of him and charged towards Na'er, bringing the sword down with all his might.
Na'er, who had just separated from the Silver Dragon Lance, saw Le Zhengyu's sudden burst of power and didn't dare to underestimate him. She immediately raised her lance to meet his strike.
The Sword of Light and the Silver Dragon Lance clashed with a resounding boom. Le Zhengyu's eyes flashed with ferocity as he poured more power into his sword. The holy flames began to creep along the Silver Dragon Lance, aiming to engulf Na'er.
Faced with this, Na'er remained calm. Her third Soul Ring lit up, and in the next moment, the Silver Dragon Lance in her hands became a blur of motion. In just a few seconds, countless lance tips formed into a silver dragon, soaring into the sky with unstoppable momentum. The holy flames that had tried to spread to Na'er were now trapped within the silver dragon's mouth, forming a golden dragon pearl.
Le Zhengyu stared wide-eyed at the ferocious silver dragon. He raised his Sword of Light in an attempt to block, but the dragon swallowed him whole.
In a flash of white light, Le Zhengyu was eliminated.
The match finally ended with the Nether White Tiger tearing apart the space beneath Yuanen Yehui's feet. At the last moment, Yuanen Yehui was rescued by Ya Li, narrowly avoiding being shredded by the Nether White Tiger's claw.
As the snowstorm on the stage gradually dissipated, the first-year students emerged, looking full of vigor. Despite the intense battle, they were not only unscathed but also brimming with energy, with plenty of Soul Power left to spare.
The match was over!
The first-year students had achieved a resounding victory!
The first-year team erupted into cheers. They had won! The first-years had won! This was truly wonderful!
On the other hand, the second-year students hung their heads in defeat, sighing and lamenting. The atmosphere was grim. They truly hadn't expected to lose, and to lose so decisively at that. Seven to one! It was almost unbelievable. If it weren't for their captain Yuanen Yehui's last-minute outburst, they might have been shut out seven to zero!
This was utterly humiliating!
Even the two second-year teachers on the podium lowered their heads, filled with helplessness. They understood that this loss wasn't due to lack of effort from their students, but simply because their opponents were too powerful!
Both teams had two Soul Grandmasters and five Soul Venerables, but what was the situation with the first-years? Only one person had a hundred-year Soul Ring, while the rest all had purple Soul Rings. And that boy standing at the back—he was even more outrageous, with four ten-thousand-year Soul Rings!
How could they compete with that?
Not to mention the monstrous ability of a self-initiated Martial Soul Fusion Skill. Just the Nether White Tiger alone was enough to give the second-year team a headache.
This year's first-year class was truly a gathering of monsters. In the same situation, which previous class could have defeated this year's first-years?
The second-year teachers pondered this question in despair, while the second-year students also wondered: if they had faced the first-year team, could they have won? The answer was no. If even Yuanen Yehui couldn't win, how could they?
"It seems we've encountered a group of extraordinary little monsters," Li Fengxiao, the nominal homeroom teacher of the second-year class, remarked with a sigh. He wasn't upset about his class's loss; on the contrary, he was genuinely impressed by this year's first-years, especially the seven led by Jing Shaoyu.
"Indeed!" The other Titled Douluo also agreed with Li Fengxiao, nodding in unison. Zhuo Shi's gaze, however, remained fixed on Jing Shaoyu. He said, "Ya Li, you're not just here for Na'er, are you? You're also interested in Jing Shaoyu, right? With such formidable healing abilities, I can't believe you're not tempted."
"Correct," Ya Li replied with a smile, not hiding her intentions. "That child is exceptional, and he's also Na'er's brother. So, both Yun Ming and I are considering taking him as our disciple."
"Na'er's brother?" Cai Yue'er was initially surprised, then shocked by Ya Li's words. "Sister Ya Li, are you saying the Pavilion Master also wants to take Jing Shaoyu as his disciple?"
The Pavilion Master of the Sea God Pavilion taking a disciple was no small matter!
Zhuo Shi, Feng Wuyu, and Li Fengxiao all looked at Ya Li in astonishment, seeking confirmation.
"Yes," Ya Li said with a gentle smile. "You all don't know yet, but this child also has Twin Martial Souls. Besides the healing Primal Spirit Soul, he also has a Martial Soul called the Doomsday Godslaying Spear."
"A healing Martial Soul and a spear Martial Soul?!" The Titled Douluo quickly grasped the significance, exchanging glances, unsure of what to say. The atmosphere became somewhat awkward.
After a long pause, Zhuo Shi finally spoke up. "Ya Li, how do you and Yun Ming plan to thank me?"
"?" Ya Li
looked puzzled.
"Jing Shaoyu was brought here by my disciple," Zhuo Shi said with a smug grin.