The Cruelest Thing Was Total Indifference-Not Even Worthy of Being Hated

"This is a full-scale attack!"

"No matter how fast Zhu Zhuqing is, it's useless now. The entire arena is covered, where can she hide?"

No one believed that Zhu Zhuqing could dodge Dai Mubai's Fourth Spirit Ability.

Zhu Zhuqing remained unfazed.

The Fourth Spirit Ring lit up.

A purple light enveloped his entire body.

hiss hiss hiss hiss--

Several figures split off from Zhu Zhuqing.

Each of her clones was exactly the same as her original body.

The same black hair, the same cat-like eyes, the same icy demeanor.

Moreover, these clones are not ordinary phantoms.

They all possess physical attack capabilities.

"Disperse."

Zhu Zhuqing uttered a single word.

The clones exploded simultaneously with the main body, darting at high speed through the gaps in the meteor shower.

Each clone charged forward to meet the attack.

The clones weaved through the meteor shower, intercepting it with pinpoint accuracy. Each clone precisely locked onto a ball of light and shattered it.

The collision between the penetrating properties and the structure of the light sphere caused bursts of golden light to explode.

The impenetrable meteor shower was torn open, gap after gap.

at the same time,

Zhu Zhuqing's main body charged forward in a straight line under the cover of her clone.

"No!!!"

Dai Mubai saw the figure rushing towards him through the gaps in the meteor shower, and he panicked.

He desperately increased his output.

However, the clones immediately adjusted their formation, blocking most of the attacks for the main body.

The few fish that slipped through the net were easily dodged by Zhu Zhuqing's true form with her uncanny movements.

The White Tiger Meteor Shower was completely destroyed by the clones.

Dai Mubai's face completely lost its color.

His ultimate trump card, which he had staked a huge amount of his Soul Power on, was gone just like that!

"It's over..."

Ma Hongjun plopped back down in his chair.

Flender sighed and shook his head; the outcome was already a foregone conclusion.

The last sphere of light from the White Tiger Meteor Shower shattered in mid-air.

Golden fragments of light drifted down slowly.

Zhu Zhuqing's clones vanished simultaneously, leaving only her original self standing on the arena.

She was currently less than three steps away from Dai Mubai.

Dai Mubai was still in his Vajra Transformation form, with black tiger stripes covering his entire body.

However, he had already exhausted most of his Soul Power in the meteor shower, and his arms were sore from the previous collision.

He was breathing heavily, his eyes fixed on the woman in front of him.

Those cat-like eyes looked back at him, cold, calm, and condescending.

"Still not admitting defeat?" Zhu Zhuqing asked coldly.

Dai Mubai gritted his teeth. "Don't underestimate me!!"

He roared and charged forward.

Although the Soul Skill consumed a lot of Soul Power,

But he can still move and fight; the Evil Eye White Tiger will never kneel down and admit defeat!

The fist, still carrying its remaining force, lunged towards Zhu Zhuqing's face.

That punch was hysterical, driven entirely by emotion, and completely irrational.

Zhu Zhuqing effortlessly dodged with a sidestep.

Dai Mubai's tiger claws brushed past her ear, without even touching a single strand of her hair.

Zhu Zhuqing walked around to his side.

She slowly raised her hands above her head and brought them together at the highest point.

The claws of the Hell Spirit Cat merged in its palm, coalescing into a foot-long, jet-black blade.

The black light illuminated her cold profile.

Third Spirit Skill: Nether Slash!

All his Soul Power was poured into the jet-black blade, imbued with penetrating power, and the strength of his arm bones was amplified.

All the increases converged at a single point in that instant.

Dai Mubai caught a glimpse of that dark arc of light out of the corner of his eye.

He mustered his last strength to raise his arms to block.

All available Soul Power was poured into this last line of defense.

Cut!

The jet-black blade of light fell.

The White Tiger Vajra Transformation, with its proud enhanced defense, was still cleaved in two by the Nether Slash.

The black light blade pierced through all the defenses on his arms, and the enormous impact exploded from the cut.

"Boom!"

Dai Mubai was blasted away.

His body tumbled two and a half times in the air before crashing heavily to the far end of the ring.

He lay on the ground, his vision blurring intermittently.

The black tiger stripes on its body were fading rapidly, and the White Tiger Vajra Transformation was forcibly dispelled by this attack.

The removal of the Vajra Transformation was almost the final straw that broke the camel's back.

Dai Mubai tried to stand up.

But my legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

"Cough cough..."

He strained with all his might, barely managing to stay kneeling on the ground.

His arms hung limply at his sides.

Blood seeped from the wounds at the corners of his mouth, the base of his hand, and under his ribs, meandering down the shattered surface of the arena.

He slowly raised his head.

Zhu Zhuqing stood in the center of the arena.

Her black hair cascaded over her shoulders, her cat-like eyes were icy cold, and not a single detail of her appearance was disheveled.

She wasn't even breathing!

This woman was never serious from beginning to end!

This realization is more painful than all the wounds combined.

The entire room fell silent.

In the Soul Fighting Arena, it was so quiet that you could hear the wind passing through the gaps in the stands.

The Evil Eye White Tiger Dai Mubai was completely overwhelmed by the Hell Spirit Cat Zhu Zhuqing from the very first second to the very last second of the Soul Fighting.

They weren't even evenly matched.

This was a one-sided defeat from beginning to end.

Zhu Zhuqing abandoned her fighting stance.

She slowly walked towards Dai Mubai was kneeling on the ground.

All eyes in the room were on these two people.

Everyone is waiting.

Wait for Zhu Zhuqing to say something harsh or sarcastic to put an end to this crushing defeat.

But she didn't say anything.

Just watching quietly.

There was no hatred, anger, or contempt in those Hell Spirit Cat's vertical pupils; even the coldness had faded.

Utter indifference.

It's like looking at a stranger or something that has nothing to do with you.

Dai Mubai's pupils contracted sharply.

Now that he was defeated, crushed, and humiliated in front of thousands, he was no longer afraid.

But that look in his eyes filled him with fear.

Because he couldn't find anything about himself in that look.

Even hatred is fine.

That at least shows that she still harbors resentment towards herself.

But absolute indifference means that one doesn't even have the right to be hated.

You lost.

After stating this fact indifferently, Zhu Zhuqing turned around decisively.

Dai Mubai watched the receding figure.

He opened his mouth, as if to call her name.

But his throat was dry, and he couldn't utter a single word.

"Hateful!!!"

In the end, all he could do was rage in vain, slamming his fist into the gravel at his feet.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

Punch after punch.

Until the skin on his knuckles cracked and blood seeped from between his bones, staining the pebbles beneath his feet red.

He couldn't feel any pain.

Or rather, this physical pain is nothing compared to the pain in one's heart.

The referee shook his head, sighed, and raised his hand.

"Zhu Zhuqing of the Imperial Fighting Team defeated Dai Mubai of the Shrek Academy."

"The Emperor wins the duel."

On Shrek's side...

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, pulled out a small notebook from his pocket, and began to write rapidly on it.

He is reassessing the combat potential of each member of the Imperial Fighting Team.

He is reassessing the potential threats he may face in the semifinals and finals.

The pen tip made a swishing sound on the paper.

I wrote one page, then turned the page.

Flender walked over and glanced down at the densely packed analytical text in the notebook.

"Xiao Gang..."

I know what you're going to say.

Yu Xiaogang did not look up; his voice was calm but firm.

"Mu Bai lost this match, but he can't lose in vain."

"I won't waste a single word of the intelligence he obtained in exchange for a crushing defeat."

Flender paused for a moment, then patted Yu Xiaogang on the shoulder. "Thank you for your hard work."