The strike, that come from Mysterious Jade Hands, almost exhausted Huo Yuhao's strength. He knew he couldn't kill Dai Huabin, but it was an outlet for his hatred, a manifestation of his dissatisfaction with Duke White Tiger.
Looking at Huo Yuhao's slightly reddened eyes, Su Yu knew how deep Huo Yuhao's hatred for Dai Huabin had been.
Even with the vast difference in their soul power, this Jade Hand strike that he launch forced Dai Huabin to lean back, his chest trembling, and he coughed up blood.
Huo Yuhao's body trembled slightly. Watching Dai Huabin cough up blood, he felt a sense of exhilaration. For Huo Yuhao, this is just the beginning. Su Yu will never let Ilex extinguish Huo Yuhao's desire for revenge.
Having landed a successful blow, Huo Yuhao know this is an opportunity that Su Yu has created for him. He immediately retreated, avoiding Dai Huabin's tiger claws from a great distance. Yuhao is acutely aware of the difference in the strength between himself with Huabin; if he is struck by Dai Huabin, he will surely suffer severe injuries.
Having just regained his footing, Su Yu reappeared behind Dai Huabin, whose tiger claws lashed out at him from both sides.
"Dai Huabin, I told you, you have no chance."
Su Yu's icy voice was like a sharp dagger, piercing Dai Huabin's heart.
The flying mirror shards rapidly converged in Su Yu's hands, instantly forming two short swords. Gripping the swords, Su Yu unleashed a cross-shaped slash, deflecting Dai Huabin's tiger claws, and the two short swords stabbed fiercely towards Dai Huabin's ribs.
Bang!
Su Yu's short swords isn't pierce Dai Huabin's ribs, but they caused the golden light of Dai Huabin's White Tiger Vajra to dim again.
Under Su Yu's suppression, Dai Huabin was completely unable to retaliate. If Dai Huabin made a move, Su Yu would instantly counterattack.
Bang!
Su Yu kicked Dai Huabin in the chest, sending him flying off the ground. Flying through the air, Dai Huabin struggle to maintain his balance, then unleashed a burst of White Tiger Light Wave at Su Yu , who wielded a heavy sword. The White Tiger Light Wave passed through Su Yu's body without hindrance, and Su Yu, still holding the heavy sword, transformed back into a cloud of black mist. As the mist dissipated, two Su Yu is reappeared,
still wielding heavy swords, and swing down towards Dai Huabin's head. His sword missed its mark. Dai Huabin was terrified by Su Yu's bizarre soul skill, breaking out in a cold sweat. No matter how he attacked, he couldn't touch Su Yu. Even when the White Tiger Light Wave struck Su Yu, it only hit his clone.
Most strangely, his clone was indistinguishable from the original, both in perception and attack style—they were identical!
"If you're so capable, then fight head-on! What kind of skill is hiding and dodging!" Dai Huabin roared. Under this extreme fighting style, even without Wang Dong's intervention, he was completely suppressed, even crushed, by Su Yu!
"Who cares about rules if you can win? Do you think rules apply in the army or on the battlefield?"
Su Yu's cold voice came from behind Dai Huabin. Dai Huabin was once again being torn apart by Su Yu's fragments, and his White Tiger Vajra Transformation was completely dim. He was exhausted, but Su Yu was becoming more and more powerful, not to mention that Wang Dong and Huo Yuhao were also on the other side.
Dai Huabin do not want to admit defeat, but Su Yu, whom he thought he could easily defeat, was using strange methods that even he could not suppress.
"I am the heir of the White Tiger Duke. I cannot lose to a second-ring guy. Absolutely not!"
A bloodthirsty light flashed in his eyes, and a golden light condensed again on Dai Huabin's body. Seeing the appearance of that golden light, Su Yu could guess that this was Dai Huabin's last resort. Without Zhu Lu and the Netherworld White Tiger, he has absolutely no chance of winning against Su Yu.
It's no exaggeration to say that Su Yu, nowadays, is only inferior to Wang Dong in terms of soul skills. Once he loses his soul skills, no one below the fourth ring will be his match!
Among the teachers watching on stage, Su Yu has undoubtedly become the focus of the entire arena. As a control-type battle soul master, he single-handedly defeated Zhu Lu, an agility-type battle soul master, and then suppressed the youngest son of the White Tiger Duke!
In this match, Su Yu alone changed the entire power gap between the two sides!
"How about it? Old Yan, wasn't my judgment good this time?" Qian Duoduo looked at Yan Shaozhe with great pride.
Yan Shaozhe smiled calmly and said, "Your judgment is indeed good, but can you guarantee that Huo Yuhao's support abilities will continue to grow in the future? And Su Yu is destined to be a core disciple of my Martial Soul Department."
"Old Yan, let me tell you, impossible, absolutely impossible! That kid told Fan Yu himself that he will come to the Soul Guidance Department next semester. You can't steal my people; they belong to my Soul Guidance Department!" Qian Duoduo glared fiercely at Yan Shaozhe like a protective mother hen.
Yan Shaozhe calmly looked at the field, a smile curving his lips, and said, "You did win this match. You should thank Su Yu for all of this; otherwise, you might have obediently handed over those fifty fixed-position soul guidance shells."
"That's right. Don't you know what kind of judgment Fan Yu has? Someone your Martial Soul Department doesn't value, my Soul Guidance Department has struck gold. What's more, this kid wanted to come to the Soul Guidance Department himself." Qian Duoduo smiled slyly, his fat face trembling slightly.
Sitting in the back, Fan Yu and Du Weilun really wanted to disappear into the ground. Neither of them wanted to look at the dean of the Soul Guidance Department again. As the dean, he was undeniably excellent in every aspect.
However, Qian Duoduo's flaw was just like his name: stinginess. Qian Duoduo, Small Hands, Iron Rooster, Porcelain Quail, Glass Mouse, and Glass Cat were all his extremely long nicknames. Obviously, in this aspect, almost no one in the academy could match him. He could be said to have fully inherited Flander's mantle and perfectly done what a dean should do...
Although the crowd on the high platform was lively, their focus was still on the arena. Wang Dong remained quietly suspended in the air, and Huo Yuhao had also withdrawn his mental detection, as if all of this was irrelevant to them.
"Sky Rift!"
The fragments sealed off the surrounding space, and the two Su Yus controlled the rapidly spinning fragments, rushing towards Dai Huabin.
The sharp fragments constantly scraped against Dai Huabin's White Tiger Vajra Transformation. Each time the fragment storm ravaged, Dai Huabin was forced to retreat from the edge of the fragments, being gradually forced into the ever-shrinking space.
The White Tiger Protective Barrier is utterly ineffective against Su Yu's Sky-Splitting Technique. The continuous barrage of fragments shattered Dai Huabin's first soul skill, leaving him with only his third soul skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation, to rely on.