My Martial Soul is My Fiancée in Douluo

Zheng Li: "..."

He didn't say anything, because he knew it would be useless.

"We are indeed facing Dai Huabin and his team, but there is some good news."

As the group walked forward, Cui Yajie answered Zheng Li's question.

"What good news?"

Ling Nan smiled slightly, his face showing signs of joy as he said, "First of all, Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu do indeed have a Martial Soul Fusion Skill, but... it's been neutralized!"

"Neutralized?" Zheng Li frowned, instantly understanding what Ling Nan meant. "That is indeed good news, but how was it neutralized?"

"Well... Dai Huabin's opponents in the semifinals were Huang Chutian, Lan Luoluo, and Lan Susu from Class Nine. Lan Luoluo and Lan Susu are twin sisters whose Martial Soul is hair. They possess a Martial Soul Fusion Skill that provides powerful crowd control, making it difficult for Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu to move. Coupled with Huang Chutian's constant interference, they were forced to use their Martial Soul Fusion Skill."

After finishing, Cui Yajie gave Zheng Li a moment to digest the information before continuing, "Qing Xinyu was eliminated after using only one spirit skill at the start. Since a Martial Soul Fusion Skill can only be used once in a while when the spirit masters are still weak, there is no way Dai Huabin and his team can use it again this afternoon."

"Oh..." Zheng Li nodded.

To this, he only wanted to say that Class Nine was impressive!

Since the Nether White Tiger was out of the picture, their originally low chance of winning had increased significantly.

"Right. A Li, how can your Martial Soul talk?" Ling Nan asked, his curiosity mixed with surprise.

Hearing Ling Nan's question, Cui Yajie also pricked up her ears in curiosity.

They were naturally surprised when they heard Xiao Nai's voice during the match, but because they were in the middle of the competition, they had suppressed it.

"Xiao Nai? She has always been able to talk," Zheng Li said as if it were a matter of course.

Ling Nan: "..."

Have you ever seen a Martial Soul that could talk?

Since that was all the explanation Zheng Li offered, Ling Nan and Cui Yajie could only assume it was innate and eventually let the matter drop.

Soon, they arrived at the dormitory, and Zheng Li immediately sat cross-legged to begin circulating the Spirit Sutra. Suddenly, the energy of heaven and earth surged into his exhausted body.

At lunchtime, Ling Nan brought food back for Zheng Li. After a hurried meal, Zheng Li began to recover his spirit power once again.

Time ticked away, second by second.

"Is Zheng Li still not ready?" Ling Nan frowned. It stood to reason that Zheng Li should have recovered his spirit power by now, and he couldn't help but feel a bit anxious.

The time for the finals was approaching, and the students were already heading to the assessment area one after another.

There were two matches in the afternoon: the finals, and the match between Huo Yuhao's group and Huang Chutian's group to decide third and fourth place.

Just as Ling Nan was about to call out to Zheng Li, he opened his eyes, a flash of golden light passing through them.

"I didn't expect to break through," Zheng Li muttered.

"Break through?" Ling Nan was stunned. "A Li, are you at level twenty?"

Zheng Li nodded in confirmation.

Ling Nan was pleasantly surprised; this meant their chances of winning the championship had increased a little more.

Afterward, the two hurried to the dormitory entrance to meet up with Cui Yajie and head to the assessment area.

Ten minutes later, on the finals field.

Dai Huabin looked coldly at the three people opposite him, including Zheng Li.

"I didn't expect our opponents in the finals to be you guys."

"I didn't expect us to make it to the finals either," Zheng Li replied with a smile.

He truly hadn't expected it.

"Hmph!" Dai Huabin snorted and said nothing more.

Deep down, he felt that Zheng Li and his team hadn't encountered any strong opponents, and besides... that clothes-shredding incident in the morning was a real disgrace to Class Five!

When he went to the cafeteria at noon, he heard many students gossiping:

"Did you hear? Someone from Class Five actually ended up naked during the semifinals of the freshman elimination tournament..."

Some curious upperclassmen would ask: "Hello, junior, allow me to gossip a bit."

At that time, Dai Huabin felt incredibly embarrassed.

They wouldn't stop talking about "someone from freshman Class Five"...

Thinking about it, Dai Huabin's anger surged.

Damn it, he, Dai Huabin, had a reputation to uphold; why was he placed in the same class as someone with such a bizarre Martial Soul!

On the spectator platform.

Yan Shaozhe and the others were looking at Zheng Li with curiosity.

The reason? Xiao Nai had spoken at the end of the morning match...

At that time, the many teachers were shocked, and some even thought they were hallucinating! This included Wang Yan, Zhou Yi, Shen Lan, and Du Weilun.

Yan Shaozhe was also incredibly astonished.

You can understand that a Martial Soul might have intelligence, and you can understand it having a form no different from a human, but this... how are you supposed to understand it talking?

Could it be that the Martial Soul has become a spirit?

Some teachers who loved research were itching to drag Zheng Li away immediately to study him.

Of course, these teachers had strong powers of acceptance; after all, they were not young and had seen their fair share of storms.

There were plenty of peculiar Martial Souls that had yet to be discovered.

The proctor was still the same middle-aged teacher from the morning.

Since both sides were from Class Five, there was no need for introductions, and he directly announced the start of the match.

On the high platform, the joy in Shen Lan's eyes could not be hidden; she had not expected that both sides of the final would be from her own class.

It proved that her decision at the time was correct.

Chapter Thirty-Four, The Final

A low tiger roar erupted from Dai Huabin's throat, and with a "bang," he exerted force under his feet and charged toward Zheng Li.

Before the match started, they had naturally collected information on Zheng Li's previous matches, planning to take out the variable that was Zheng Li first!

Coupled with the fact that they were all from Class One, they naturally understood Zheng Li better than people from other classes.

Off to the side, Qing Xinyu also lit up her first spirit ring. Her Martial Soul was a water-blue short staff over twenty centimeters long, which was also a type of mutated Martial Soul. Her first spirit skill was Water Vine Binding.

The short staff bloomed with water-blue radiance, and from that radiance, a stream surged out, condensing into a rope made of water elements as thick as a thumb, coiling toward Zheng Li.

The next moment, a pitch-black light flashed, and Ling Nan's pair of cat claws had already locked onto Qing Xinyu.

With a soft sound, another pair of cat claws intersected with Ling Nan's; clearly, Dai Huabin and his team had been prepared.

The owner of the other pair of cat claws was none other than Zhu Lu. At this moment, Zhu Lu's ears were pointed, her pupils were actually different colors, and her body looked somewhat illusory and nimble.

They locked eyes, and their tempers flared immediately; after all, they were both cat-type Martial Souls.

Instantly, the sound of clashing metal rang out continuously as the two pairs of cat claws engaged repeatedly.

Were they competing to see whose claws were sharper?

Both of them were extremely fast, though Ling Nan was still a step behind—of course, he had not used Godspeed.

At this moment, Cui Yajie activated Charm, targeting Qing Xinyu, and used a pair of fox tails to directly whip away the Water Vine Binding for Zheng Li.

The cuter and fluffier something is, the less you can underestimate it!

The young girl Qing Xinyu had been startled by Ling Nan, and being caught off guard by Cui Yajie's gaze, she lost her focus for a mere second.

Immediately, Zheng Li, who had been dodging Dai Huabin using Pieb Footwork, felt a scorching light bloom from his brow. Xiao Nai's figure stepped out from it, and she landed not far behind Dai Huabin like a nimble sprite, her gaze resting calmly on Qing Xinyu.

Dai Huabin's heart tightened, and he cursed Qing Xinyu internally for being a dead weight.

How many times had this happened now?

Damn it! If he had known, he would have changed teammates even if it meant losing face.

He immediately wanted to pull away to rescue Qing Xinyu, as Zhu Lu was unable to break free.

"Can you leave? Although you are a Spirit Elder and I can't hold you back, Class Monitor, don't forget that there is still Yajie!" Zheng Li said with a slight smile.

As his voice fell, Cui Yajie threw her second Martial Soul, the Fox Tail Needle, toward Dai Huabin.

Dodge? There was no time!

A fierce light flashed in Dai Huabin's eyes as he simultaneously lit up his first and third spirit skills. A white radiance flickered, a white barrier enveloped him, and his already expanded body expanded by nearly another fold.

White Tiger Protection Barrier and White Tiger Vajra Transformation!

Facing Cui Yajie's Fox Tail Needle, he dared not be careless.

A massive tiger palm swiped out, with a faint white halo visible.

With a loud sound, the spirit power in the Fox Tail Needle collided with the spirit power in Dai Huabin's tiger palm, emitting a booming noise!

Zheng Li was not idle either; golden light bloomed from his hand, transforming into a large hammer identical in appearance to Su Yunqing's Martial Soul, which he smashed toward Dai Huabin's head without the slightest hesitation.

Dai Huabin was alert and easily caught the hammer with his other tiger palm; after all, his cultivation level was superior!

Ling Nan and Zhu Lu continued to move rapidly across the arena, leaving behind trails of afterimages, looking as if neither wanted to admit defeat.

Ling Nan had actually long wanted to know which was stronger: his Black and White Winged Cat or the Nether Civet.

Suddenly, Zhu Lu used her first spirit skill, Nether Thrust. Her speed surged violently in an instant, and her cat claws, coated in purple-black light, stabbed toward Ling Nan's neck from the side.

Ling Nan was startled and hurriedly used Godspeed, barely dodging Zhu Lu's assassination, but a lock of his shoulder-length gray hair was sliced off, showing just how dangerous it had been.

"That was close..." Cold sweat hung on Ling Nan's forehead.

Zhu Lu's heterochromatic eyes flickered, as if she had not expected Ling Nan to be able to dodge it.

On the other side, Xiao Nai did not hesitate either, condensing a golden longsword and stabbing toward Qing Xinyu.

As the longsword arrived, Qing Xinyu broke free from the Charm; she was a girl, after all.

But it was already too late, and the middle-aged teacher intervened, saving Qing Xinyu.

"Damn it!"

Dai Huabin cursed under his breath; the current situation was four against two, which was highly disadvantageous for them.

Although Zheng Li and Cui Yajie were being pushed back step by step before him.

Regarding this, what could Zheng Li even say?

As expected of an Evil Eye White Tiger at the Soul Elder level.

After Xiao Nai finished off Qing Xinyu, she raised her sword and lunged toward Dai Huabin's back.

On the high platform, Wang Yan rubbed his forehead and muttered, "Is three against one really okay?"

Beside him, Du Weilun said indifferently, "If Dai Huabin and the others had this ability, they could use it too. That student from Class Ten can recruit beast souls to fight for him; the nature of it is about the same."

Wang Yan's mouth twitched. Could these even be compared? Was the combat power of those beast souls that strong?

Not a chance!

"The situation is already clear," Du Weilun shook his head and said. "If Dai Huabin and the others still had a Martial Soul Fusion Skill, they might still have a chance of winning."

The group of teachers remained silent after hearing this.

In the arena, the large hammer in Zheng Li's hand had been shattered by Dai Huabin at some point, so he re-condensed a shield; he realized he hadn't been able to swing an offensive weapon very often anyway.

But the shield wasn't sturdy either!

However, at the very least, Dai Huabin's White Tiger Protection Barrier had collapsed.