"Rip—"
Dai Huabin's only remaining shorts suddenly tore apart, fluttering upward to cover his face, just as his chin was struck viciously by something.
Once again, his mouth was forced shut, "swallowing his soul skill alive."
This time, his enraged strike was overcharged to 200%.
The backlash from swallowing it made his vision go black, and he collapsed straight to the ground.
Huo Yuhao leapt back to avoid him, frowning as he watched Dai Huabin's face slam into the floor.
Could he really have fainted already?
He had just warmed up, and if it ended like this, wouldn't that be letting this beast off too easily?
"Stop!"
"Die!"
Zhu Lu and Cui Yajie charged from left and right. Huo Yuhao kicked Dai Huabin's body into Zhu Lu, then turned to rush Cui Yajie.
Two tails whipped behind Cui Yajie, her first soul ring lighting up.
First Soul Skill · Charm!
Huo Yuhao looked directly into her pink eyes, yet his gaze didn't waver in the slightest.
Charm him?
Tell that to his Spirit Sea, guarded by spiritual power of a four-ring Soul Ancestor's level!
Cui Yajie froze in place, struck as if by a heavy blow. Her steps faltered, her body swayed.
Huo Yuhao grabbed her by the collar and tossed her toward Wang Yan's direction.
An effortless elimination.
He then folded his arms, facing Zhu Lu, waiting for Dai Huabin to recover.
The contempt in his eyes was impossible to miss.
Clearly, he could have ended the battle quickly — yet again and again, he gave his opponents a chance.
Murmurs broke out all around.
"That Dai Huabin, isn't he said to be a descendant of a war god? The academy even has that statue of Dai Mubai at the front."
"And this is what we get?"
"Class Monitor is insane! A level-20 with a white first soul ring, crushing a three-ring Soul Elder!"
"And a one-against-three at that!"
"So the White Tiger Duke's Mansion raised… trash?"
…
When Dai Huabin regained his senses, these sharp remarks poured into his ears.
They were oil on the fire. His eyes burned with fury at Huo Yuhao.
"All you know how to do is dodge, dodge, dodge! If you're a man, face me head-on!"
Huo Yuhao sneered.
He revealed his "white first soul ring" with deliberate mockery.
The entire arena erupted in laughter.
Dai Huabin's rage spiked again, his eyes blood-red.
"Don't say I never gave you a chance." Huo Yuhao suddenly said. "We'll clash head-on, but only once. If you lose, you step down."
As he spoke, his aura tightened and began to surge upward.
Dai Huabin, still blinded by rage, suddenly felt a jolt of dread!
His instincts screamed danger. Without hesitation, he reached out to Zhu Lu.
"Use that move!"
"Alright."
Dark light enveloped Zhu Lu's body, her figure turning translucent as she threw her arms wide and lunged toward Dai Huabin.
The White Tiger and Netherworld Spirit Cat's auras fused perfectly in that moment.
A brilliant black-and-white radiance burst forth, merging within a golden halo. Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu vanished, replaced by a colossal ten-meter tiger.
Martial Soul Fusion Skill · Netherworld White Tiger!
The Netherworld White Tiger landed with earth-shaking force, violent soul power condensing in its mouth as it cautiously stepped back a few paces.
This was the shadow of fear.
But during that brief charge-up, Dai Huabin realized something was wrong.
Why was Huo Yuhao's aura climbing even faster than his fusion skill's?
Especially when a jade-green crown appeared above Huo Yuhao's head — his momentum skyrocketed more than tenfold!
Not good!
It had to be finished quickly!
The Netherworld White Tiger roared, unleashing a massive white beam of energy from its jaws.
Netherworld White Tiger Light Wave!
Huo Yuhao gave a cold laugh, clenched his right fist, and swung forward with calm precision.
A tidal wave of might erupted like a volcanic explosion, a golden dragon-shaped pillar of light surging forth to clash against the White Tiger's beam.
The struggle lasted only an instant,
before Huo Yuhao's strike overpowered it completely, driving forward with unstoppable momentum!
Sovereign's Domination!
Mu En's exclusive combat technique, reborn in this very moment.
No matter how Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu poured more soul power into the fusion skill, they could not halt their defeat.
The golden dragon light advanced steadily, deliberately controlled, inflicting despair step by step.
And indeed, that was the intent.
Even their proudest trump card, the Martial Soul Fusion Skill, was crushed beneath the might of a level-20, single-ring Soul Master.
Dai Huabin's pride and confidence shattered, inch by inch, along with the fusion itself.
The Netherworld White Tiger collapsed back into Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu.
Without their joint power — the dragon's light instantly engulfed them.
The overwhelming force fractured Dai Huabin's bones throughout his body, yet left Zhu Lu unharmed.
When the light faded, Dai Huabin lay limp in Zhu Lu's arms, his limbs bent at grotesque, unnatural angles.
Huo Yuhao's control was flawless, he shattered every bone, but spared his life.
The agony devoured Dai Huabin's consciousness. He nearly blacked out.
Elder Zhuang arrived in time with healing, but only his first soul skill — just enough to keep Dai Huabin awake as his broken body slowly mended.
It was like being devoured alive by ten thousand ants.
His eyes bulged wide, forced to remain lucid as every nerve screamed.
He thought he would go insane.
If he could move, he would rather end his own life — but that hope was denied.
Elder Zhuang dragged out the healing, deliberately stretching what should have been seconds into half a minute.
Only when his martial soul faded did Dai Huabin finally roll his eyes back and pass out in Zhu Lu's embrace.
Huo Yuhao watched it all, satisfaction flashing in his eyes.
The hatred buried in his heart was purged, his spirit soaring to a higher level.
Vengeance tasted sweet, soothing his soul.
As for Zhu Lu, the "victim" forced to cradle Dai Huabin — she didn't even dare glance at Huo Yuhao, fleeing the stage in silence.
Such was the side effect of Sovereign's Domination — all who fell to it would never again raise their will to challenge the victor.
The vanquished bowed; the ruler stood alone.
Huo Yuhao tilted his head back, closing his eyes — yet tears streamed down his cheeks.
"Mother!"
"Did you see?"
"I have trampled this beast Dai Huabin under my foot!"
"I didn't kill him today, because it would trouble my senior brothers."
"Let him wallow in fear and regret — sooner or later, I'll take his head to honor your grave!"
"And Dai Yaoheng, the Duchess, even Dai Hao—"
"They will all die!!!"
Inside his spiritual sea—
Zhuge Lan muttered: "What, not killing him right away? Saving him for New Year's?"
"Didn't Little Yuhao say he'd keep him to honor his mother?" Tianmeng Iceworm replied.
"Not bad. He's endured eleven years of torment — one death would be too easy. Keeping rationality amidst hatred is impressive." Electrolux nodded in approval.
"Later I'll teach him how to make undead puppets."
Zhuge Lan gave a thumbs-up. "Now that's good. Die and still get whipped."
But he wasn't satisfied with leaving it there.
Before the result was announced, his spiritual power surged, puppeteering Dai Huabin's unconscious body like a marionette, making it charge again at the meditating Huo Yuhao.
Huo Yuhao slowly opened his eyes, not knowing what his "Brother Lan" intended.
The next moment, Dai Huabin's body froze, then contorted grotesquely, bones breaking and twisting into unnatural shapes, joints crushed and reset wrong.
Even Elder Zhuang's healing could not undo it, locking the deformity in place.
"Perfect," Zhuge Lan chuckled. "Now if he wants to heal, he'll have to shatter all his bones again and find a Soul Sage healer. If he's stupid enough to leave Shrek, even better."
Huo Yuhao pressed his lips tight, barely suppressing laughter.
Brother Lan really knew how to put on a show!
…
The arena fell into stunned silence.
Huo Yuhao's posture screamed vengeance fulfilled — and the crowd's anticipation burned hotter.
Would Dean Yan demand an explanation?
Would Huo Yuhao reveal the truth?
But Yan Shaozhe wasn't about to risk a slap from Mu En.
He simply gave Wang Yan a look.
Wang Yan took the hint and declared:
"Freshman Class One's Huo Yuhao versus Dai Huabin's team — victory to Huo Yuhao!"
Carefully omitting many details.
Zhuge Lan noticed the finesse.
This one had talent.
Later, he'd even serve as teacher for the Soul Master Tournament team — enduring sabotage from evil soul masters and still guiding them to victory.
A useful recruit for the Holy Flame Sect.
But Huo Yuhao was still basking in triumph, so that could wait.
Seeing his unstable state, none dared approach after the match. They simply stayed nearby in silent support.
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