Zhu Lu: You Can't Hit Me After Hitting Dai Huabin

The referee spoke up. "Begin!"

The next second, everyone except Gu Yue used Martial Soul Possession.

Thinking of Jiang Wu's terrifying combat prowess, Dai Huabin planned to use a Martial Soul Fusion Skill with Zhu Lu.

Jiang Wu's Dragon Transformation ability was simply too powerful. So far, Dai Huabin hadn't seen anyone withstand five moves under Jiang Wu's claws.

Seeing that Dai Huabin intended to use a Martial Soul Fusion Skill, Jiang Wu used his Third Soul Skill, Instant Beast Flash, without hesitation.

His figure vanished from where he stood. The next moment, he appeared directly behind Dai Huabin, poured Soul Power into his right leg, and swept it out, kicking Dai Huabin in the lower back.

Dai Huabin grunted and pitched forward, putting seven or eight paces between himself and Zhu Lu in an instant. The opening move of their Martial Soul Fusion Skill was interrupted.

"You-" Dai Huabin had just turned his head when Jiang Wu's Second Soul Ring lit up.

Illusory Charm Eyes.

A deep purple light flashed in Jiang Wu's eyes. Dai Huabin's vision was instantly dragged into a primordial jungle, and an illusion of charging beasts came crashing down on him from all sides.

Dai Huabin's spiritual power was considered quite good among his peers, but Jiang Wu's was already a cut above that of Soul Masters at the same level. On top of that, the kick had shaken Dai Huabin's concentration. The moment the illusion slipped in, he froze on the spot.

His pupils lost focus, the corners of his mouth twitched twice, and even the circulation of his Soul Power faltered.

Jiang Wu closed in, seized Dai Huabin by the back of his collar, pushed off the ground, and tossed him into the air.

Soft Skill: Eight-Stage Throw.

First stage: Midair Robbery and Killing Spiral Throw.

Dai Huabin was thrown more than two zhang high. Jiang Wu leaped after him, twisted at the waist, and spun him through half a circle in midair before slamming him down with a backhanded motion.

Dai Huabin's body bounced off the ground. Before he could recover, Jiang Wu landed and used the momentum to spring into the air again. Grabbing Dai Huabin by the arm, he hauled him up and began the second stage.

Back Handspring Six Consecutive Throws.

Jiang Wu gripped Dai Huabin and flipped six times in the air, smashing him into the ground once with each turn. The sixth throw landed.

"That throwing technique..." Yan Shaozhe narrowed his eyes and leaned forward.

Qian Duoduo, sitting beside him, dropped his cheerful smile and watched the arena for two seconds. Then he suddenly said in a low voice, "Midair Robbery and Killing Spiral Throw? Isn't that part of the Soft Bone Rabbit's..."

"Eight-Stage Throw." At some point, Xian Lin'er had come to stand at the edge of the stands. Arms folded, she watched Jiang Wu's movements, her tone flat. "The first stage, Midair Robbery and Killing Spiral Throw, uses a twist of the waist and arm strength to swing the opponent around and smash them into the ground repeatedly."

The smile faded somewhat from Yan Shaozhe's face, and he grew more serious. "As I recall, this throwing technique was the Soft Skill that made the Sea God's wife, Xiao Wu, famous. It's said she passed it on to the Clear Sky Sect. Jiang Wu's mastery..."

Xian Lin'er and Qian Duoduo understood what Yan Shaozhe meant. There was a strong chance Jiang Wu had some connection to the Clear Sky Sect.

Although the Clear Sky Sect had withdrawn from the world, no one dared underestimate it.

In the arena, Jiang Wu held Dai Huabin and began the third stage.

One-Thousand-Eighty-Degree Midair Spinning Brutal Killing Throw.

Jiang Wu grabbed Dai Huabin around the waist and spun at high speed in midair. Three full revolutions, one thousand and eighty degrees. He spun so fast that even the spectators at the edge of the arena felt dizzy watching. Finally, he used the force of the spin to drive Dai Huabin into the ground. Dai Huabin's back struck the ground with a dull thud, his protective Soul Power shattered completely, and his body bounced twice before lying still.

Jiang Wu released him and landed. He glanced at the unconscious Dai Huabin and knew where things stood. He hadn't dealt a killing blow; no bones were broken, and the internal organs were unharmed. The throws had just been a little hard, and with the spiritual impact of Illusory Charm Eyes on top of that, Dai Huabin would probably be out for a while.

Zhu Lu stood on the other side of the arena and swallowed.

She had just watched Dai Huabin get hauled up, spun six times in the air and then three more times, and finally slapped onto the ground like a fly. She hadn't had a chance to intervene throughout the whole process. Dai Huabin was, after all, a level thirty-one Power Attack System Soul Elder, already one of the best fighters she knew. Yet he had been thrown unconscious before he could even use their Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

Jiang Wu turned to look at her.

Zhu Lu took half a step back and hurriedly said, "You hit Dai Huabin, so you can't hit me too, okay?"

Her expression was utterly serious as she said it, with a hint of negotiation. Not a trace of the Hell Spirit Cat's ferocity remained.

Jiang Wu was stunned for a moment.

Behind Zhu Lu, Cui Yajie hurriedly nodded along, like a chick pecking at grain. Even the tails from her Nine-Tailed Fox Martial Soul Possession had shrunk back. "Right, right, right. You can't hit us too."

Jiang Wu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "When did I say I was going to hit you?"

Zhu Lu's eyes lit up. "Then can we forfeit?"

"Sure," Jiang Wu replied without hesitation.

Zhu Lu immediately raised her hand. "Referee, we forfeit!"

The referee came over and glanced at Dai Huabin lying unconscious on the ground, then looked at Zhu Lu, who had her hand raised and an anxious expression on her face. He made a note on the roster. "Jiang Wu's team wins and advances to the final."

He Song had been watching from the edge of the arena, dumbstruck. Only now did he come to his senses. He ran over to Jiang Wu and lowered his voice. "Jiang Wu, wasn't that whole sequence a bit too brutal? You threw Dai Huabin around like a sack."

"He was going to use a Martial Soul Fusion Skill. If I hadn't interrupted him, it would've been trouble afterward." Jiang Wu brushed the dust from his hands.

Gu Yuena walked over, her silver eyes sweeping toward Dai Huabin. "You didn't deal a killing blow. He's lucky."

In the stands, Qian Duoduo said with a chuckle, "Old Yan, this Dai Huabin from your Martial Soul Department thinks highly of himself, but he hasn't figured out how much he really weighs."

Yan Shaozhe sighed. "The boy does have talent, but he's too arrogant."

Beside them, Xian Lin'er cut in without warning. "What's the use of arrogance? He couldn't even withstand three of Jiang Wu's moves. Yan Shaozhe, when your Martial Soul Department recruits people, can't you check their brains first?"

Yan Shaozhe was left momentarily speechless and didn't reply.

Zhu Lu and Cui Yajie had already run over to help Dai Huabin off the ground. He was still unconscious, his head tilted to one side and his face serene. He looked like a completely different person from the one who had been talking tough earlier.

As Zhu Lu supported him, she muttered under her breath, "That's what you get for running your mouth, going on about a true genius. Look at you now. The true genius is the one on the other side..."

He Song still hadn't quite processed it there in the arena. He turned to glance at Jiang Wu. "That's it?"

"That's it." Jiang Wu withdrew his Martial Soul Possession and walked off the arena.

He Song followed him. After a couple of steps, he suddenly grinned and laughed especially loudly. "We're in the final!"

Gu Yuena walked over from the other side. "You stood there in the arena like a post just now, without moving."

He Song's smile stiffened. "I... I just didn't have time to react."

"Next time you act like a post, I'll freeze you in place as a decoration."

He Song pulled in his neck and obediently shut his mouth.

When Jiang Wu and the other two came out of the examination arena, Wang Dong'er had already rushed down from the stands. She threw her arms around Jiang Wu's arm. "Xiao Wu, that throwing technique of yours was so cool! When you slammed him down the last time, the person next to me sprayed water right out of their mouth!"