Chapter 20: The Netherworld White Tiger Breaks Through, A Single Strike Clears the Field!
Wu Feng couldn't even hold on for a second. All the dragon scales on her body shattered, and she flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing hard into the protective wall of the Soul Arena, spitting out blood.
The jade knife in Nanmen Yun'er's hand shattered, and she also coughed up blood.
This was only because Dai Huabin controlled his soul power output; otherwise, the two people closest to each other would have been unconscious for at least two days.
At this moment, Ning Tian's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda let out a mournful cry, its light completely extinguished, and she herself was thrown over by the shockwave, her hair disheveled and her appearance utterly wretched.
As for the ordinary trainees, they were blown off the stage like dumplings being dropped into boiling water, lying on the ground groaning in pain.
Just one strike.
Clear the area!
Smoke and dust filled the sky.
The Netherworld White Tiger slowly flapped its wings and gracefully landed on the ravaged arena.
A flash of light, and the enormous body slowly dissipated.
Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu reappeared.
The two stood side by side.
Dai Huabin's face was somewhat pale, clearly indicating that this attack had consumed a large amount of his soul power, but he still stood upright, one hand domineeringly wrapped around Zhu Lu's shoulder.
Zhu Lu leaned against him, slightly out of breath, her face flushed with an unusual blush, but her eyes, looking at everyone, were full of pride.
That is the pride of the victor.
The entire room fell silent.
Even their breathing could not be heard.
Mu Jin stood below the stage, her beautiful eyes sparkling with excitement, her chest heaving with emotion.
She's struck gold!
These aren't treasures, they're practically two little monsters!
"Now let's see how that bitch Zhou Yi tries to fight me!"
Wang Dong'er's mouth gaped open, unable to close it for a long time. She looked at the two people on the arena, then thought about her Goddess of Light Butterfly, and a sense of crisis she had never felt before suddenly rose in her heart.
If I had been on top of that, could I have blocked that attack?
The answer is: No.
"Cough cough..."
Du Weilin coughed twice, breaking the awkward silence. He gave Dai Huabin a deep look, his expression extremely complicated.
Will the God of War from 10,000 years ago reappear?
This matter must be reported to Dean Yan immediately!
Mu Jin reacted, took a deep breath, and stepped onto the ring in her high heels, her voice trembling with excitement:
"I hereby declare Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu the victors in this battle of spirits!"
"From today onwards, Dai Huabin will be the class monitor of Class 9!"
This time, no one objected.
Even those lying on the ground looked at Dai Huabin with nothing but awe.
As the match results were announced, the healing-type teachers in the arena entered one after another.
Several soft green halos lit up one after another. The soothing teacher moved among the students who had fallen to the ground, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance of grass and trees.
Dai Huabin stretched his sore shoulders, and his previous injuries healed rapidly under the effect of his healing soul skill.
He breathed a sigh of relief and turned to check on Zhu Lu's condition.
Zhu Lu's originally pale cheeks had regained their color, but her breathing was still a little erratic, which was a sign of depleted soul power.
The other students also gradually got up from the ground.
The surroundings were completely silent.
Those who previously clamored to teach Dai Huabin a lesson are now too afraid to even breathe.
Everyone knew very well that if they hadn't held back at the last moment, they would be lying in the emergency room of the school hospital right now.
Ning Tian, Wu Feng, and Nanmen Yun'er were also helped up by the teacher.
Ning Tian brushed the dust off her skirt and took a deep breath.
The devastating blow I just witnessed lingered in my mind.
She is the young master of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School and has been in contact with top experts since childhood. However, even the elders in the school could not unleash such a powerful Martial Soul Fusion Skill at the third ring level.
This is not just a talent, but a mutation that breaks the norm.
Due to the flaws in their martial souls, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School has always needed to find a powerful ally to rely on.
Dai Huabin, standing before us, may be the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School's greatest reliance for the next hundred years.
Dai Huabin took Zhu Lu's hand and walked up to Ning Tian.
Before Dai Huabin could speak, Ning Tian immediately lowered her head:
"Dai Huabin, you win."
Wu Feng, standing to the side, grew anxious and limped forward, saying, "Young Master! We still have a chance. Next time, I'll definitely..."
"Xiao Feng, a loss is a loss, there's no point in making excuses."
Ning Tian raised her hand to stop Wu Feng.
She faced Dai Huabin directly, her tone very calm.
"I'm willing to accept defeat. From today onwards, my people, my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, and even the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect behind me will all be at your command."
Wu Feng stamped her feet in frustration, clutching the hem of her clothes tightly with both hands, but dared not utter another word.
Dai Huabin raised an eyebrow and generously extended his right hand.
Ning Tian reached out and grasped his hand; it was warm to the touch.
You will be glad you made this decision today.
Dai Huabin shook Ning Tian's hand twice before letting go, his face full of smiles.
"You will definitely have a place at the future summit."
Ning Tian was slightly taken aback, then nodded emphatically, the weight that had been hanging over her heart finally lifted.
Dai Huabin pulled Zhu Lu and turned to leave the arena.
The exit passage of the Soul Arena was dimly lit.
Cui Yajie, Wang Dong'er, and Xiao Xiao leaned against the wall, none of them speaking first, creating an unusually quiet atmosphere.
Upon hearing footsteps, all three focused their attention on the two people who came out.
Cui Yajie tossed her long pink hair, leaning forward with her alluring figure:
"Class monitor, you were so impressive on stage just now! You left everyone speechless."
Xiao Xiao stood to the side, her short, dark green hair swaying with her movements.
She cupped her cheeks in her hands, her face flushed.
"Yeah, yeah! When you stepped up to protect Lulu just now, it was so touching! You were such a hero, saving the damsel in distress! You were so cool!"
Xiao Xiao was overjoyed.
She was a typical looks-obsessed person and thought Dai Huabin was extremely handsome; his blond hair and aloof demeanor were exactly to her liking.
His act of protecting his fiancée without regard for anything else just now has instantly boosted his popularity.
Wang Dong'er crossed her arms, her fair face, framed by short, light blue hair, was filled with defiance.
"Stop flattering me. Dai Huabin, what's going on with your and Zhu Lu's Spirit fusion skill? How come the Netherworld White Tiger has wings?"
Dai Huabin stopped and pulled Zhu Lu's hand up, their fingers intertwined.
"Lulu and I have reached a perfect level of compatibility; we are one in body and mind."
Dai Huabin was spouting nonsense with a straight face, while also showing off.
"As for why I arrogantly challenged the whole class before, it was actually to push myself a little harder."
Only under extreme pressure can people abandon all distractions and wholeheartedly experience each other's feelings.
Without this do-or-die pressure, our Netherworld White Tiger wouldn't have been able to successfully complete its final transformation.
Zhu Lu felt a pang of sadness upon hearing this.
She originally thought Dai Huabin simply wanted to establish his authority, but she didn't expect that he was using the pressure from the whole class to help them achieve their Martial Soul Fusion Skill.
Hua Bin endured all the insults and attacks, all for the sake of helping her become stronger.
"Hua Bin..." Zhu Lu's voice choked with emotion as she gripped Dai Hua Bin's hand even tighter.
Cui Yajie rolled her eyes dramatically and shrugged her shoulders exaggeratedly:
"Alright, alright, I know you two are close, stop showing off. Teacher Mujin has already gone back to the classroom to prepare for the next steps, if we don't leave soon we'll get marked absent."
Dai Huabin smiled and ruffled Zhu Lu's hair before leading the group toward the classroom.
...
The results of the class monitor selection competition for Class 9 of the freshmen spread like wildfire throughout the entire Academy of Foreign Languages within just one hour.
At this moment, in the dean's office of the Academy of Foreign Languages.
The air was filled with a rich aroma of tea.
An elderly man in a white robe sat behind a large solid wood desk.
The old man had gray hair and a gentle face.
It was Yan Shaozhe, the dean of the Martial Soul Department.
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