Black hair, heterochromatic eyes, and a voluptuous figure that was entirely inconsistent with her age.
"Is that the second-generation heir's female companion?" Wang Dong'er recognized Zhu Lu at a glance.
At this moment, Zhu Lu's expression was very despondent. Upon realizing that someone was looking at her, she turned her gaze toward Wang Dong'er. Seeing her slightly reddened eyes, Wang Dong'er felt a sense of guilt for no reason, as the other girl had been a victim from beginning to end.
"I'm sorry," Wang Dong'er said softly.
Wang Dong'er's apology startled Zhu Lu, and the resentment in her heart toward Wang Dong'er dissipated significantly. She shook her head and said, "It has nothing to do with you. Because of the Martial Soul Fusion technique, I was chosen to be engaged to him since childhood. Perhaps from the very beginning, this was the wrong choice."
Possessing the same Hell Civet martial soul, Zhu Lu's personality was somewhat similar to Zhu Zhuqing's from ten thousand years ago. However, because the imperial power struggles had vanished, her character did not seem quite as cold or resilient. Yet, in terms of not daring to resist her fate, she was almost identical.
Regardless of whether she was willing deep down, as long as the family arranged a marriage for her, she lacked the courage to defy them. Now that Dai Huabin had fallen for Wang Dong'er and cast her, his fiancée, aside, Zhu Lu still did not dare to loudly say "no" to the union despite her anger. She certainly didn't dare to berate Dai Huabin. That spoiled heir, when he lost his temper, was genuinely capable of striking her.
As the two spoke, a referee teacher about fifty years of age stepped onto the competition stage. He looked at the grim-faced Dai Huabin and then at the calm and composed Feng Piaoling, saying in a deep voice:
"First-year Dai Huabin challenges first-year Feng Piaoling. If Dai Huabin loses the match, he must pay one Spirit Ascension Pill. Are you both ready?"
The referee teacher did not mention anything about Feng Piaoling being expelled if he lost. For a genius like him, Shrek Academy would never allow him to be expelled. Most likely, the Academy would step in to appease Dai Huabin and then allow Feng Piaoling to stay, leaving him feeling deeply indebted to the school. This was a common tactic used by Shrek Academy.
Feng Piaoling and Dai Huabin nodded to the referee simultaneously.
"Match begin!" At the referee's command, both of them released their martial souls at the same time.
At that moment, the previously noisy Soul Dueling Area instantly fell silent. Everyone's eyes were glued to the two figures in the arena.
A surge of intense, pale white light suddenly erupted from Dai Huabin's body. He extended his arms to his sides as his muscles swelled rapidly, his arms doubling in size and transforming into tiger claws tipped with sharp blades. His hair gained large patches of white, and a "King" character pattern appeared on his forehead. Beneath his feet, two yellow and one purple soul ring rose in succession, shimmering brightly. As the soul rings circulated, surging soul power surged out like waves of pressure.
Compared to Dai Huabin's flashy transformation, Feng Piaoling's body showed no changes at all. Not even a trace of soul power leaked from his form. Instead, three soul rings—one yellow and two purple—slowly rose from beneath his feet.
Seeing Dai Huabin's martial soul and Feng Piaoling's soul rings, the entire audience immediately broke into a commotion.
"Is that the legendary White Tiger martial soul?"
"I heard Dai Huabin is a descendant of Dai Mubai, the leader of the original Shrek Seven Devils. I wonder if he can defeat Feng Piaoling, who has two thousand-year soul rings."
"It's hard to say. Even though Feng Piaoling has two thousand-year rings and his soul power seems higher, a Talisman martial soul is like Blue Silver Grass—so far, very few have been able to cultivate it successfully..."
Before the fight even began, a series of discussions echoed throughout the venue.
The corner of Dai Huabin's mouth curled into a smug arc. Once the Martial Soul Possession was complete, his first soul ring lit up, forming a circle of white protective light. Simultaneously, he swung his tiger claws and charged toward Feng Piaoling at a frantic pace.
Feng Piaoling's expression remained unchanged, a hint of mockery flickering in his heart. His first soul ring flashed continuously. Unhurriedly, he reached out his hand, and a thick stack of talismans appeared in his palm, totaling some thirty or forty sheets.
A red light flickered in his eyes. He looked up at the charging Dai Huabin; under the observation of the Heaven-Reaching Demon Eye, the opponent's White Tiger Barrier was riddled with flaws. Feng Piaoling didn't bother to engage in a prolonged struggle. He rubbed his hands together and then flicked them forward simultaneously.
In a flash of red light, thirty or forty basketball-sized fireballs shot out from his hands in a swarm, densely striking toward the oncoming Dai Huabin.
"Ah!" Seeing such a vast number of fireballs, nearly the entire audience let out a gasp of surprise at the same time.
The referee teacher was no exception. For some reason, he felt as if he saw a shadow of the Phoenix Meteor Shower—the fifth soul skill of Ma Xiaotao, a member of the current Shrek Seven Devils and a Soul Emperor.
By this time, Dai Huabin had covered half the distance, less than five meters from Feng Piaoling. He was just about to leap and strike him down with a claw when red light suddenly flooded his vision. Subsequently, dozens of fireballs slammed into his white barrier at the same time.
Amidst a series of thunderous explosions, Dai Huabin was nearly blinded. His White Tiger Barrier lasted for only a split second before shattering painfully. Seeing the terrifyingly intense fireballs about to submerge him, the heir of the White Tiger Duke's house, despite his meticulous upbringing, found himself paralyzed by a brush with death he had never experienced.
"No, I'm not fighting! I'm not fighting anymore! I concede..."
His face turned deathly pale as he turned to flee in terror. But at that critical moment, Dai Huabin suddenly felt a tightening around his neck. His body rose sharply, and he was lifted directly into the air.
The fireballs streaked past beneath him, leaving a trail of soaring flames. A mushroom cloud of fire nearly eighty feet high rose rapidly in the center of the Soul Dueling Arena.
Dai Huabin looked back, still in shock, to find the fifty-year-old referee teacher holding him by the back of his collar with one hand. Behind the teacher, a pair of cyan wings flapped slowly. His soul ring configuration consisted of two yellow, two purple, and three black rings—he was clearly an Agility System Soul Saint with a flying martial soul.
The referee teacher looked at the flaming mushroom cloud in front of him, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch violently. This kid had completely shattered his understanding of Talisman martial souls.
A mere first soul skill, even if the soul ring age was higher than others of the same level, should not possess such power. In terms of attack range alone, this was already comparable to the ten-thousand-year soul skills released by powerful martial souls. Let alone a mere Soul Elder like Dai Huabin, even a non-defense system Soul King would likely find this difficult to withstand.
At this thought, the gaze he directed toward Feng Piaoling became filled with undisguised admiration. He announced loudly: "Feng Piaoling is the winner!"
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