I... Concede

Inside the VIP box, Dai Tianling's tone carried an undisguised surprise. "I never expected that the Federation would ultimately emerge victorious not from Long Chen, but from this kid named Tang Wulin."

Sitting beside him, En Ci slowly spoke up, "Long Chen's martial soul is the same as mine, the Radiant Sacred Dragon, a top-tier Beast Martial Soul."

"And this Tang Wulin was able to cultivate to the Soul King realm. In the previous few matches, I originally thought his martial soul was only the Blue Silver King, but now it seems very likely that it is the legendary Blue Silver Emperor."

"Blue Silver Emperor?" Dai Tianling suddenly turned to look at En Ci, a clear shock flashing in his eyes. "Then isn't this kid's martial soul the same as that of the Sea God from 20,000 years ago?"

Tang Wulin's journey to the finals was not solely due to his Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul; he also used his Second Martial Soul, the Clear Sky Hammer, during the semi-finals.

En Ci nodded slightly, her tone unhurried yet clear. "Your Majesty should know about the Sea God's teacher, right?"

Dai Tianling frowned and thought for a moment, then said somewhat uncertainly, "Is the teacher referring to that Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang, whose martial soul has undergone a malignant mutation and whose personal cultivation talent is not high, but who has extremely high attainments in Martial Soul Theory research?"

En Ci nodded and said, "That's right, it's Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang."

"Although some of his Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul may seem outdated now, it has still had a profound impact on the Soul Master World in later generations."

He believes that for Soul Master with Twin Martial Souls, both Martial Souls must be of the same level; it is absolutely impossible for one to have a top-tier Martial Soul paired with a Trash Martial Soul.

"Now that Tang Wulin's Second Martial Soul is the Clear Sky Hammer, a top-tier weapon spirit, his Blue Silver Grass can't be the Blue Silver King; it can only be the Blue Silver Emperor, which is on par with the Clear Sky Hammer..."

En Ci's analysis was very logical and reasonable, Dai Tianling nodded repeatedly, which increased his regard for Tang Wulin even more.

After a moment of silence, he couldn't help but ask, "Teacher, this Tang Wulin... shouldn't pose a threat, right?"

En Ci smiled slightly upon hearing this, her tone remaining calm and composed. "Your Majesty, rest assured, although Tang Wulin's Twin Martial Souls are powerful, he is still no match for Long Yue."

As a teacher, En Ci was well aware of her disciple's greatness!

In another private room, Xie Xie and Xu Xiaoyan stared intently at the huge Soul Guidance Broadcast Screen above them, while Tang Wulin and Long Yue had already begun their first round of probing exchanges.

Looking at the six pitch-black Soul Ring rising from beneath Long Yue's feet, the two felt as if a huge boulder was pressing on their hearts, and a deep sense of powerlessness quietly rose from the bottom of their hearts.

Xu Xiaoyan gripped the hem of her clothes tightly with both hands and asked softly, "Do you think... Wulin can win?"

Xie Xie watched Tang Wulin's defeat on the screen and wanted to say something to encourage his best brother, but the words just wouldn't come out.

It wasn't that he lacked confidence in Tang Wulin, but rather that Long Yue's displayed strength was simply too great.

On the other side, Long Chen exhaled a long breath and said in a low voice, "It's difficult. Long Yue is not only higher than his, but he also has almost no weaknesses."

"Facing him is like facing an insurmountable mountain. No matter what angle you attack from or what tactics you use, you can't budge him in the slightest."

Not long ago, Long Chen was defeated by Long Yue in the semi-finals, and was completely dominated throughout the match, so he knew best just how terrifying that monster's strength was.

Huo Yuhao stared calmly at the two figures clashing on the screen, and after a moment of silence, gave a definite answer, "We can't win."

He had already thoroughly investigated Long Yue's strength. If the two were the same age, Tang Wulin's Soul Power could catch up with his opponent's, the outcome might be uncertain.

But as things stand, Tang Wulin is definitely no match for Long Yue.

On the huge arena in the center of Star Luo Stadium, Long Yue's attacks came one after another like a storm, giving Tang Wulin no chance to catch his breath.

Tang Wulin gritted his teeth, constantly switching between his two martial souls, but no matter what tactic he used, it seemed he couldn't Long Yue.

He had to admit that while he no longer felt the complete helplessness he had when facing Huo Yuhao, it was almost gone.

This battle also made Tang Wulin truly realize what it means to be outmatched and capable.

Looking at Tang Wulin, who stubbornly persisted despite his relentless attacks, a hint of genuine admiration flashed in Long Yue Yue's eyes.

He suddenly stopped his suffocating attack, his chest heaving slightly, and said to Tang Wulin not far away, "You have every reason to be proud of yourself for holding out against me until now."

He paused, the admiration in his eyes slowly fading, replaced by a solemn and resolute fighting spirit, and his voice suddenly turned deep. "However, this ends here."

As soon as he finished speaking, a dazzling dark golden light suddenly emanated from Long Yue Yue's burly body.

As the light shone, one after another, dazzling points of light appeared on his body. Then, pieces of dark golden Battle Armor seemed to come alive and spread out from those points of light, covering his entire body in an instant.

Finally, a pair of enormous dark golden Dragon Wings unfurled behind him with a thunderous roar.

Long Yue flapped his wings and soared into the sky like a dark golden meteor, hovering steadily above the arena.

An overwhelming aura, approaching that of Titled Douluo, erupted from him without reservation, causing the protective shield of the entire arena to vibrate and hum.

On the arena below, Tang Wulin looked up at the dark golden figure, a bitter smile unconsciously appearing on his lips.

He is now Soul King, so naturally he has Battle Armor, but it's only One-Word Battle Armor.

He deliberately didn't wear Battle Armor during the previous matches, thinking that with Long Yue's pride, he wouldn't use the advantage of Battle Armor first against an opponent whose cultivation was lower than his and who wasn't wearing Battle Armor.

It was precisely because of this tacit understanding that he was able to withstand Long Yue Yue's terrifying offensive until now.

But now Long Yue has broken this tacit agreement first, and used the Battle Armor first, and it is even Two-Word Battle Armor.

Feeling the overwhelming and powerful aura emanating from his opponent, Tang Wulin knew in his heart that he had no chance in this battle.

Tang Wulin's eyes, which were originally filled with entanglement and resentment, gradually calmed down under this suffocating sense of oppression.

He slowly opened his mouth and uttered three words: "I... admit defeat."

Just moments before, he was indeed filled with resentment.

But he was also well aware that the gap in strength was there, like an insurmountable chasm.

Even if he exerted all his strength, pushed his Twin Martial Souls to their limits, and donned the One-Word Battle Armor, he still couldn't defeat Long Yue.

In that instant, he suddenly remembered something Huo Yuhao had once told him, "It's unwise to stubbornly insist on admitting defeat when you know you're no match. Sometimes, seeing the situation clearly and taking the initiative to admit defeat is the true courage."

After those three words were spoken, Tang Wulin felt as if a heavy stone had been lifted from his chest, and he breathed a huge sigh of relief.

He subconsciously looked around, glancing at the local spectators from the Star Luo Empire in the stands.

To his surprise, the audience did not laugh, show contempt, or kick him while he was down simply because he was a member of the Federation.

Everyone had witnessed his all-out effort, using his Soul King cultivation to fight against Long Yue, who was a whole realm higher than him. Even though he conceded defeat, he earned everyone's respect.

This outcome did not make Tang Wulin feel humiliated at all; instead, it gave him an unprecedented sense of clarity and relief.

Tang Wulin conceded defeat, and the match officially ended.

As is customary, the conclusion of the individual finals signifies the successful end of the entire tournament, followed by the awards ceremony.

However, Long Yue, the winner, did not leave the stage as scheduled; he did not even fall from mid-air.

He remained hovering directly above the arena, his enormous dark golden Dragon Wings flapping slowly behind him, his dark golden eyes fixed on a VIP box above the audience.

He spoke slowly, his loud and steady voice echoing throughout the entire Star Luo Stadium: "I know that the two opponents I defeated before were not the strongest geniuses in the Federation."

"Huo Yuhao, the number one Chuanling on the Federation Youth Genius Ranking, do you dare to step down and fight me?"