Semi-Finals

Not long after the referee loudly announced the result, the Soul Power Barrier around Assessment Area Two slowly lowered as well, and deafening discussion instantly flooded in.

The medical soul masters rushed into the arena and carried Dai Huabin off the field. But they did not take him away immediately. Instead, they first laid a soft cushion on the stretcher before carefully moving the curled-up Dai Huabin onto it.

The backlash from the Martial Soul Fusion Skill's collapse, combined with the agonizing pain in his lower abdomen, left him unable to even let out a complete groan. His bloodshot eyes could only stare fixedly at Xue Lingyun's retreating back, while surging humiliation overwhelmed his fear.

His fingers dug into the edge of the stretcher, his knuckles white. His lips trembled as though he wanted to say something, but only a hoarse breath escaped.

Zhu Lu was supported by a female teacher, her steps so unsteady that she could barely stand.

The Martial Soul Fusion Skill had drained every last bit of her Soul Power. She did not even have the strength to lift a hand, and she leaned against the teacher as though all the bones had been pulled from her body.

She merely glanced hurriedly at Xue Lingyun before quickly following the stretcher with the teacher's support, all her attention focused on Dai Huabin.

She lowered her head to look at the five bloody marks on his shoulder—wounds left when he had deflected her attack during their assault on Xue Lingyun.

Dried blood still remained beneath her nails. Her fingers trembled slightly, but she had no spare thought for anything else.

Cui Yajie stood in a corner of the arena, in the best condition among the three.

She had not taken part in the direct clash and had not