Time to Pay What You Owe Me, Right?

A voice rang out. The tall student from before could not help but roar in anger.

He had misjudged it. He had never expected Han Yu to only have two rings. How was this supposed to be a fight? They were definitely going to lose. The moment he thought about having to wash the other guy's stinking socks for a month, his face looked as if he had put on a mask of agony.

He knew exactly what the other guy's feet were like. That smell was even worse than shit.

"Heh, brother, face reality. You're washing my socks for sure."

The Yellow School Uniform student felt victory was in the bag and chuckled at the tall student.

On the Soul Duel Stage.

Dai Huabin, whose eyes were covered, revealed a trace of icy coldness in his gaze. It was as if invisible killing intent was spreading from his body.

As the son of the White Tiger Duke, the training he had received since childhood was naturally far from ordinary. When he was still young, he had already personally killed small soul beasts.

Dai Huabin shouted, "White Tiger, possess me."

A fierce pale white light suddenly burst from his body, and in the next instant, the muscles all over him swelled.

The bones throughout his body crackled, his school uniform bulged taut, and even the air around him seemed to grow wild and violent.

His center-parted blond hair had already turned black and white, and on his forehead appeared the character for "king," formed from four stripes.

His hands changed the most. Fur covered his entire palms, and sharp claws kept extending from them, flashing with a cold gleam.

At the same time, Han Yu also moved. Scarlet Sharingan appeared in his eyes, the three black tomoe spinning rapidly as a cold wave of Soul Power continuously radiated from him.

His right hand reached back and gripped the hilt of the Tachi. A series of clacking sounds rang out.

He drew the Tachi in an instant and held it in his hand. Looking at Dai Huabin charging toward him, a trace of coldness flashed through Han Yu's eyes.

His body sank slightly, then his right foot stomped down hard. His entire figure shot toward Dai Huabin like an arrow loosed from a bow.

The distance of a hundred meters vanished in an instant. Just as the two of them were five meters apart, Han Yu raised the Tachi high in his hand, as if about to chop down.

Although Dai Huabin had covered his eyes, his basic senses were still there. He felt a powerful blade force coming from above him.

His claws instinctively lifted upward, preparing to block.

Unexpectedly, halfway through the slash, Han Yu forcibly stopped the motion. The blade tip turned downward and swept horizontally toward the opening at Dai Huabin's exposed lower abdomen.

"Rip—"

The sound of skin being sliced rang out, and a spray of blood drifted along the direction of the Tachi's slash.

"Ah!"

Under Martial Soul Possession, Dai Huabin's defense was extremely strong. The Tachi, which had not been infused with Soul Power, had only cut through the surface of his skin.

Even so, it still made him let out a muffled groan. His first Soul Ring suddenly lit up.

"White Tiger Protective Barrier!"

A dense white barrier of light protected him, and the fresh blood still flowing from his body actually slowly stopped.

"White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"

The injured Dai Huabin did not dare be careless. Having lost his eyesight, he went all out immediately.

His tiger claws grew another size larger. Under the enhancement of his third soul skill, both his strength and speed surged dramatically.

"You, who can't use illusions, end here."

Sensing the explosive growth in his physical strength and speed, Dai Huabin sneered and suddenly slammed a palm down. His speed was actually on par with Han Yu's.

Clang!

The three tomoe in the scarlet Sharingan spun rapidly.

A cold smile flashed across Han Yu's face as he said, "Even if I can't use illusions, defeating you is as easy as killing a chicken."

Although he was talking tough, Han Yu was not careless with his hands. His body flickered rapidly, dodging Dai Huabin's attacks.

If he took one palm strike, with Han Yu's physical constitution, he would probably still be injured.

But Dai Huabin was not slow either. He actually kept up with Han Yu's speed. The moment Han Yu dodged, Dai Huabin's next strike came swiftly after.

In the eyes of the spectators, Han Yu was already clearly at a disadvantage.

"Do you only know how to run? Hahaha."

"Before absolute strength, those little tricks of yours are completely unpresentable. Accept your crushing defeat."

Dai Huabin suddenly leaped up and pounced straight at Han Yu, his speed so fast it left people speechless.

"I don't know when you started having the illusion that you would win." Facing Dai Huabin, who was lunging at him, Han Yu's expression did not change. He stood where he was and slowly spoke.

"Resent your own pitiful fate for not having Sharingan."

A low murmur rang out as Han Yu slowly closed his eyes.

"What?"

Dai Huabin instinctively asked, and then—

Clang!

Sharingan!

Mental Impact!

His eyes suddenly opened, scarlet light blazing brilliantly. A wave of invisible spiritual energy shot toward Dai Huabin like an arrow, as fast as lightning.

"Ah!"

Dai Huabin's body froze in midair as he pounced. The stabbing pain in his mind made him let out a miserable scream.

I failed again.

Then he lost his balance and crashed heavily to the ground. His vision went black, and that final thought flashed through his mind before he lost consciousness.

Han Yu stood quietly where he was and said in a voice no one could hear, "Who said you'd be fine if you didn't look at my eyes, idiot?"

The battle between the two of them seemed to have lasted a long time, but in reality, it had only been one or two minutes.

The middle-aged teacher at the side instinctively rubbed his eyes, then shouted, "First Grade Class Five's Dai Huabin versus First Grade Class Nine's Han Yu. Match over, Han Yu wins!"

Whoosh!

As the referee announced the result, the students below the Viewing Platform burst into an uproar.

The tall male student shot to his feet, his face flushed red with excitement. "Haha, I won! I told you Junior Brother Han Yu was amazing. Sure enough, my eye for people is really accurate."

Then, as if remembering something, he looked at the Yellow School Uniform student with a wicked grin. "One month, oh. Don't forget."

"I know, one month is one month. Was that guy pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger, only to get slaughtered like a pig? Damn it! With that level, he still covered his eyes? What was he acting cool for? He made me lose for a whole month!" Yellow School Uniform's face looked as miserable as if he had failed an exam, and he could not help cursing under his breath.

Ning Tian stood with a smile and said, "Han Yu is as strong as ever. Sharingan really is a powerful Martial Soul."

Wu Feng, who was beside her, glanced at Han Yu on the stage and followed Ning Tian with a face full of displeasure.

At the back of the Viewing Platform, Bei Bei stood and said, "Let's go, Xiao Ya. We'll go back and cultivate. I feel like Brother Han Yu's strength has grown even stronger."

A trace of urgency flashed through Bei Bei's heart. From this junior brother, who was even younger than him, he felt waves of pressure.

"Mm."

Tang Ya turned back and glanced at Han Yu, who had obtained victory. A strange light flashed through her eyes, and then she followed Bei Bei's steps.

On the Soul Duel Stage.

The soul duel ended, and Zhu Lu, who had come with Dai Huabin, instantly appeared on the stage.

She could not help looking at Han Yu and asked, "What happened to Huabin?"

Han Yu glanced at her and said unhurriedly, "Don't worry. I already held back. He'll wake up in a few minutes. After all, he still owes me four thousand Gold Soul Coins."

Hearing this, Zhu Lu let out a sigh of relief and waited for Dai Huabin to wake up.

A few minutes passed.

Dai Huabin slowly came to. His eyes opened blankly, and he spoke instinctively.

"Where am I?"

"You're still on the Soul Duel Stage. Time to pay what you owe me, right?"

Looking toward the voice, Dai Huabin saw that handsome face that had made him fail twice appear before his eyes, staring at him coldly with scarlet Sharingan open.