Chapter 70: Final Battle on the Pope's Hill — Facing Bibi Dong Directly
Tang San firmly believed that Wuming and Gui Mei had some sort of connection.
After personally witnessing Wuming defeat both the Thunder Academy team and the Star Luo Royal Academy team, his conviction grew even stronger.
He had experienced both Gui Mei's and Wuming's attacks firsthand.
There was a frightening similarity between the two—they both radiated an overwhelming, oppressive aura that suffocated all who stood before them.
Tang San even suspected that the two might actually be the same person.
But how could that be?
One was nearly a hundred-year-old Titled Douluo. The other was a seventeen-year-old boy. How could they possibly be the same?
Yu Xiaogang shared similar doubts, but he did not believe Gui Mei and Wuming were the same individual.
Bibi Dong had personally mentioned that Gui Mei's ever-shifting face looked like that of a middle-aged man.
He simply couldn't imagine Gui Mei transforming into a seventeen-year-old youth.
Moreover, their martial souls were completely different.
Since he couldn't get any answers from Yu Xiaogang, Tang San chose not to press the matter further.
Perhaps time would reveal the truth.
Regardless of how the Soul Master Tournament ended, both Tang San and Tang Hao would seek revenge against Wuming.
With their current father-and-son strength, they were not strong enough to handle Gui Mei and Yue Guan together.
But Tang San believed— His father, Tang Hao, alone, was more than enough to deal with Wuming.
Inside Dai Weisi's hotel room, the elderly soul master stood at the bedside, expression solemn.
"Dai Weisi… this is my fault. I failed to protect you."
"Teacher, this has nothing to do with you. My strength simply wasn't enough. That's why he…" Dai Weisi trembled as he recalled the moment his right arm was severed. The pain in his heart felt worse than the blade itself. Tears streamed from his eyes uncontrollably.
That sword didn't just cut off his arm.
It cut off his future.
In the brutal competition for the Star Luo Empire's throne, he was now at a disadvantage—perhaps even eliminated from the race.
"Dai Weisi, don't despair. Pull yourself together. When we return to the Empire, we will seek alternatives. There might be a way to attach a new arm for you."
"Is… is that even possible?"
"Of course! You are still young—anything is possible."
As the old man spoke, a flash of ruthless killing intent passed through his eyes.
"That damned Wuming! I will never forgive him! He chopped off your arm—then I will make him pay twice over. I'll slice off both of his arms and make him suffer worse than death!"
"Teacher, that bastard's strength is unfathomable. He may have powerful experts backing him."
"Hmph! I am an eight-ring Soul Douluo! You think I'd be afraid of a brat like him?!"
As they talked, a rapid knock sounded at the door.
The old man opened it and saw a young man wearing a mask.
But he recognized him instantly: this was Dai Mubai, Dai Weisi's younger brother and the Third Prince of the Star Luo Empire.
Dai Weisi, lying on the bed, also recognized him, and his expression immediately darkened.
"What are you doing here? Come to mock me? Congratulations—your Shrek Academy made it into the final top six. This time, you won! And my arm…"
"Dai Weisi, you misunderstood. I only came to check on you."
Dai Mubai could clearly feel his brother's pain, and he could not bear to let Dai Weisi continue speaking.
Dai Weisi froze for a moment.
According to the rules of the Star Luo imperial succession, once the next heir was determined, the remaining princes would be eliminated—permanently.
Dai Weisi and Dai Mubai had always treated each other as their greatest rivals.
Their eyes held only competition and hatred—never brotherhood.
So when Dai Mubai addressed him as "Brother," Dai Weisi was completely caught off guard.
But his pride… His pride would not allow him to accept pity.
"Dai Mubai, spare me your fake sympathy. Once you inherit the title of Crown Prince, I'll end my own life."
"Big Brother, do you still not understand what I mean? Can't we brothers just talk properly for once?"
As Dai Mubai spoke, he removed his mask, revealing the scarred face beneath.
Seeing his appearance, both Dai Weisi and the elder beside him were shocked.
"Your face…"
"It was ruined by that bastard, Wuming, too!"
Then, Dai Mubai described the painful ordeal he had gone through.
"To think you also suffered defeat at Wuming's hands."
"Brother, now that we share the same enemy, we should stand united. I can promise you this— even if I become Crown Prince, I will never lay a hand on our brothers. I will change this cruel family competition once and for all! Brothers should stand together, not turn into enemies."
"Good! Good brother! In the upcoming matches, if you meet Wuming again, be very careful."
"Mm, I will."
Dai Mubai and Dai Weisi talked for a while longer. Only when Dai Weisi's emotions finally calmed did Mubai take his leave.
With the Star Luo Royal Academy eliminated, they set off for home the next day.
Dai Weisi's teacher, however, did not accompany them.
With such a serious incident having occurred, he bore inescapable responsibility. Returning now, he would have no way to explain himself to the Star Luo Emperor.
Thus, he remained in Spirit Hall City, secretly searching for a chance to deal with Wuming.
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The finals continued.
In the fourth round, the Royal Academy's Second Team encountered the Sky Water Team.
Having witnessed Wuming's terrifying power and fearing for the girls' safety, the Sky Water Academy teacher chose to forfeit.
Therefore, the Royal Academy Second Team advanced directly into the top three.
As expected, the Spirit Hall battle team also secured a place in the final three.
Shrek Academy defeated a team from the Star Luo Empire and successfully claimed the last spot.
The showdown between the final three would take place three days later on the plaza before the Pope's Palace.
At that time, Bibi Dong would personally appear and present the award to the ultimate champion.
The night before the final, Yue Guan came to find Gui Mei.
For the final three-way battle, no outsiders were allowed to spectate. Yue Guan could no longer watch Gui Mei up close as an ordinary spectator. The only option was to conceal his aura and observe from the shadows.
"Old Ghost, tomorrow you're heading up Pope Mountain. Bibi Dong shouldn't be able to recognize you… right?"
"With this appearance of mine, how could she possibly recognize me? And even if she does—what could she do to me?"
"That's true. You've got an undying body. Even Qian Daoliu wouldn't be able to kill you."
Gui Mei grinned.
"Old Chrysanthemum, when you're hiding in the dark, make sure you keep your composure. Don't reveal yourself no matter what."
"Don't worry. If they don't make a move, I won't reveal anything."
Thinking of Bibi Dong, a hint of smugness appeared on Yue Guan's face.
"It's been almost two years since we last saw her. I can't even imagine how she'll react once she learns your true identity."
"She'll find out sooner or later. With her personality, she'll never allow me to walk away with those three soul bones easily. She might even strike personally."
"True. Looks like a great battle is inevitable."
"It doesn't matter. If she comes, then I'll fight!"
Gui Mei also wanted to test where his current limits lay.
He knew Bibi Dong, restricted by the Rakshasa God's trial, could only exert the strength of a Rank 98 Super Douluo.
And he, too, had reached Rank 98, with a clear advantage in total soul power.
Both of them possessed undying bodies; neither would be able to truly kill the other.
End of Chapter