Though not publicly seen as the most important figure in the diplomatic delegation, the real leader was someone else entirely. Only a handful of high-ranking insiders knew that all of the delegation's decisions ultimately had to be reported to this vice chairman—Tang Bingyao. He was the one truly in charge. And that fact was kept strictly confidential.
Cai Yue'er shook her head slightly. "It's hard to evaluate this child. Shouldn't you know him better than we do?"
Tang Bingyao fell silent.
Wu Zhangkong stood farther back, his gaze locked firmly on one of the viewing screens. Compared to watching directly through the glass of the private suite, the screen gave a clearer picture of the battle.
Martial Soul: White Tiger.
In Dai Yueyan's pupils glinted a faint golden light. Five soul rings—five purples—rose at his feet, radiating immense pressure. Strangely, each purple ring shimmered with a silvery glow. This unknown quality added an eerie touch.
With cultivation nearing the level of a Soul Emperor, he was clearly a top-tier talent among his generation. Apart from the uniquely gifted Long Yue, he had never lost a match.
The Star Luo Empire had always revered individual strength. It was one of the key reasons he had been able to rise above the many royal princes. Not only did he possess power, but he also had a composed and intelligent mind. This combination made Dai Tianling place great hopes in him.
The distance between Gu You and Dai Yueyan rapidly closed. Though not agility-types, every step they took sent waves of momentum outward. When they were about to clash, it felt like two mountains were about to collide.
Boom!
The two figures crashed into each other. Purple-gold and white-gold light exploded at the same time.
As expected, Dai Yueyan was blown backward.
"I get it now!" Dai Yueyan's eyes lit up. A flash of realization surged in his heart, and he found himself unexpectedly grateful to Gu You.
The two continued to clash, their movements a blur. Dai Yueyan no longer used any soul skills. His tiger claws struck up and down, meeting Gu You's attacks head-on.
Waves of energy exploded from their collisions. And surprisingly, neither seemed to hold the upper hand—they were equally matched for now.
"Careful!" Dai Yueyan shouted. At the same time, his second soul ring glowed brightly. His mouth opened wide, and a blast of white light shot directly toward Gu You's face.
Second Soul Skill: White Tiger Fierce Light Wave!
"I was already going easy on you, and now you're warning me to be careful?" Gu You smiled faintly.
Raising his right dragon claw, he shielded his face. The white blast exploded, sending his body flying backward.
Meanwhile, Dai Yueyan's third soul ring activated. His body grew taller, his fur shifted into pure gold, and his eyes glowed with golden brilliance. A faint royal symbol flickered on his forehead.
Third Soul Skill: White Tiger Vajra Transformation!
The pace of the battle slowed. Compared to previous fights, this match was unfolding in a more measured, methodical fashion. Even ordinary spectators could clearly follow the events on the battlefield.
Roar!
A dragon's cry erupted from Gu You, and five radiant blood-red soul rings flared around him.
He lit up his soul rings!
The stadium erupted in shock. 'Their Highness is so strong!'
Dai Yueyan bellowed, activating his fifth soul ring. A black and white aura surged from his feet, engulfing his entire body. Behind him, the shadow of a massive tiger manifested. His fur returned to black and white, but this time his body swelled even further, growing to over three meters tall. His claws stretched to six feet in length, and his body radiated a dreadful aura. His fur sparkled like crystalline threads of translucent steel.
Fifth Soul Skill: White Tiger Demon God Transformation!
This was the strongest form of the White Tiger martial soul. With the triple enhancement of White Tiger Shield, Vajra Transformation, and Demon God Transformation, Dai Yueyan's body reached terrifying levels of toughness.
Even when he fought Long Yue, this combination had allowed him to hold his own for a time.
But then, a second dragon's roar shattered the air. Behind Gu You, a colossal dragon head appeared. Its eyes were blood-red, exuding a terrifying pressure. Its jaws opened wide and released a deafening roar aimed at Dai Yueyan.
Dai Yueyan felt like a massive ship had just rammed into him head-on. His body was hurled downward from midair.
'So this… is the difference?'
'Looks like I'll have to use everything I've got. At least then… I won't lose so badly.'
Dai Yueyan smiled bitterly as streaks of light shot out from his body and arched upward. A suit of white armor laced with black markings formed over his body, perfectly merging with him.
One-word Battle Armor: Tiger. Tiger was the name he had given his armor. In fact, throughout history, every one-word battle armor user with the White Tiger martial soul had named their armor the same.
With his armor equipped, Dai Yueyan's aura spiked dramatically. The six-foot tiger claws attached to his arms became wrapped in white-gold metal, with the lower section locking tightly around one foot of his claw. A dark golden glow pulsed across its surface, and the claw now gleamed like translucent crystal.
'This farce… ends now.'
Gu You clenched his fist. Power surged, and a dominating aura filled the air as if he were declaring himself emperor of the world.
Go!
He launched a punch. The resulting sonic boom shook the arena and shot directly toward Dai Yueyan.
On the main platform, Emperor Dai Tianling instinctively placed both hands on the table before him.
Sitting beside him, Enci's expression suddenly changed. He murmured, "This is bad."
Almost simultaneously, a figure rushed into the arena and intercepted Gu You's punch.
The impact pushed the figure back over ten steps before he finally stabilized. The man was stunned.
It was an old man—the match's assigned protector. His body radiated with eight soul rings.
"Who gave you permission to interfere!" Dai Yueyan roared at him.
The old man froze.
Normally, he would never intervene in a match before a winner was declared. But that last punch… could have killed the fourth prince!
From his perspective, he had done the right thing—ensuring the safety of the competitors.
But with the referee's intervention, the match was automatically concluded.
"I concede," Dai Yueyan said, giving Gu You a long, dark look before letting out a cold snort and walking off the stage.
Inside Star Luo Grand Stadium, chaos erupted. Furious shouting, curses, and outraged howls echoed throughout the arena.
Of course, all the insults were irrational. Cries like 'Our prince can't lose!' and similar nonsense drove the crowd into a frenzy.
In the end, Monster Academy only had one person enter the top eight—Long Yue.
The individual tournament's top sixteen had officially been narrowed to eight.
(End of Chapter)
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