Fourth Simulation Ends!

"Fourth Spirit Skill - Blue Silver Thousand Spear Prison!" The fourth Spirit Ring Simulation Tang San's feet shone brightly.

As Dai Tianyu charged forward, countless Blue Silver spears suddenly shot out from the ground, their cold light chilling, blocking all angles of advance.

at the same time,

"Self-Created Soul Skill: Senluo Soul-Locking Bind!"

Several giant Blue Silver hands, formed from countless vines, fiercely grabbed down from the void beside Dai Tianyu!

Everything—up, down, left, and right—was blocked by fierce attacks!

Dai Tianyu is in dire straits!

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and with a roar, he neither dodged nor evaded. His claws glowed with an intensely dark gray light, and he forcefully tore through a forest of gunfire in front of him. At the cost of a bloody scratch on his left arm from a giant hand, he broke through the tight encirclement!

However, although he broke free, he also fell into a trap Simulation set by Tang San —his old strength was exhausted, his new strength had not yet been generated, and his body was slightly vulnerable.

How could Simulation Tang San miss such an opportunity?

"It's over! Ten Thousand Armor Dragon-Prison Bind - Strangulation!"

He formed a hand seal, and the Blue Silver Grass that had been lying in wait where Dai Tianyu was standing suddenly burst forth. The vines, several times thicker than before, Entanglement around him like giant pythons, instantly binding his legs and waist!

"Blue Silver Ten Thousand Bamboo Kill - Swift!"

The countless dark blue bamboo spikes no longer scattered, but instead converged into a sharp torrent, piercing straight at Dai Tianyu, who was temporarily trapped!

There's no way to avoid it!

It looked like the torrent of bamboo spikes was about to engulf Dai Tianyu.

A terrifying blood-red light suddenly erupted from Dai Tianyu's eyes!

A completely different, terrifying power, filled with endless killing intent and Destruction, suddenly erupted from his body!

"What?!"

"That is..."

The entire audience erupted in uproar! Many powerful figures in the VIP section suddenly stood up!

Suddenly, a blood-red light shot into the sky from Dai Tianyu's right hand, and a hideous longsword phantom, dark red in color and Entanglement malevolent energy, appeared!

The mere sight of the blade emanating from it sent chilling killing intent through anyone near the arena, making them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave!

Second Martial Soul?! Tang San, watching from the sidelines, was dumbfounded.

"Break!"

Dai Tianyu shouted sharply, and the phantom of the Asura Purgatory Blade merely made a light slash.

Without a deafening roar, the resilient Blue Silver Emperor vines that bound him, and the torrent of bamboo thorns that converged and attacked, were silently sliced apart and annihilated by a barely perceptible line of blood, as if a hot knife were cutting through butter!

The trail of blood had not yet faded, leaving a deep, thin mark on the ground.

Dai Tianyu broke free, but his face instantly turned ashen, and the Asura Purgatory Blade vanished immediately.

He staggered, bracing himself with his legs to regain his balance, clearly exhausted.

The arena fell silent for a moment.

The Simulation Tang San also withdrew his Soul Power, looking at Dai Tianyu with a slight frown.

Dai Tianyu took a few deep breaths and slowly straightened his back.

He glanced at his hand, which had just condensed the blood blade, then looked at the Simulation Tang San, a bitter yet resigned smile appearing on his face.

He shook his head, his voice carrying clearly:

"I lost."

Tang San Simulation forward and whispered:

"Tian Yu, there's no need for this. This isn't a battle for the order of things, it's just a competition."

Dai Tianyu smiled nonchalantly, though his face remained pale. "Whatever it is, a loss is a loss."

His gaze passed over Tang San, seemingly looking into the void, his tone carrying an undeniable seriousness:

"I promised Master that neither of us would use our Second Martial Soul in this competition."

I broke my promise.

After saying that, he said no more and turned to look at the other side of the battle.

There, after Dai Weisi and Zhu Zhuyun's Hell White Tiger state was broken, they were already retreating steadily under the offensive of Ma Hongjun and others, and the other Star Luo Empire team members were even more unable to hold on.

Dai Tianyu shook his head slightly in Dai Weisi's direction.

When Dai Weisi met his gaze, he was first taken aback, then his face turned ashen. He gritted his teeth in resentment, but in the end, he slumped down and let his arms fall limply.

Dai Tianyu then turned to the referee and announced loudly, "Referee, Star Luo Royal Academy concedes defeat."

The referee paused for a moment, then announced loudly, "Star Luo Royal Academy concedes defeat. Beichen Academy One wins!"

At this moment, Tang San, who was watching from the sidelines, roughly understood from the conversation between the two that this Dai Tianyu was the second-ranked student of the Beichen Academy!

Moreover, Master?

The audience was buzzing with discussion, most still reeling from the shock of Dai Tianyu's fleeting glimpse of his Second Martial Soul.

Zhu Zhuqing rushed to Dai Tianyu's side immediately, supporting his swaying body, her cool eyes filled with unconcealed heartache.

Dai Tianyu shook his head slightly at her, indicating that he was fine.

Just as the two were about to leave the arena, Dai Mubai stood in front of them, looking dejected, his lips trembling as if he wanted to plead for them.

Dai Tianyu merely glanced at him coldly, his gaze as cold and indifferent as if he were looking at roadside weeds. Without pausing or uttering a single word, he and Zhu Zhuqing walked straight past him.

Dai Mubai stood frozen in place, his face turning from white to pale, his whole body trembling as if all his strength had been drained away.

Tang San, Simulation the character, watched Dai Tianyu's departing figure with a complex expression.

The shock and confusion in Tang San's heart reached their peak: Twin Martial Souls, such a young age, such temperament, such strength...

Why didn't Dai Tianyu appear in the previous Simulation?

The remaining matches proceeded rapidly.

The Beichen Academy team, with unstoppable momentum, dominated the finals, Simulation Tang San's "Blue Silver Domain: Myriad Forest Eternal Treasure" to defeat the Spirit Hall Golden Generation and win the championship.

The award ceremony and the return journey were peaceful.

Subsequently, the group returned in triumph, and the gates of the Beichen Academy erupted in thunderous cheers.

The Simulation Tang San sensed something was amiss.

Master Fu Shiyan stood alone in front of the main hall, dressed in black robes with silver hair, his face as calm as still water, showing no trace of joy.

He suppressed his unease and quickly stepped forward. "Master, your disciple has returned."

Fu Shiyan looked at him and remained silent for a long time, so long that the cheers around them gradually quieted down.

Finally, he spoke in an extremely heavy, slow tone:

"Xiao San... calm down."

He paused, as if his next words Qian Jun immense weight:

"Your father, Tang Hao... has sent definitive news... he has... perished."

"!!!!!"

The world seemed to lose all sound and color in an instant.

The smile on Tang San's Simulation face suddenly froze, all color drained from his face, and his pupils dilated sharply.

Dad... is he dead?

An overwhelming chill instantly gripped my heart, followed by a soul-rending pain and an unbelievable sense of absurdity!

"No... it's impossible..."

His lips trembled, emitting barely audible breaths, and his body swayed.

Even though Tang San was only a conscious observer, he was deeply shocked and grieved by the experience!

"Puff--!"

The Simulation Tang San suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood. The mental state of the onlooker Tang San was also violently shocked. Everything in front of him—his master's grief-stricken face, Xiao Wu rushing over with a startled cry, and his companions' horrified expressions—began to spin, blur, and shatter into chaotic light and shadow.

The extreme emotional impact completely destroyed the stability of the Simulation.

Darkness devours everything.

[The Simulation program has been forcibly terminated because the host's emotional fluctuations have exceeded the stability threshold.]

[The Fourth Simulation exercise has ended.]