Hell White Tiger Break, One Strike Clears the Field!

Wu Feng didn't even last a single second; the dragon scales on her body shattered completely, and she was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, slamming heavily into the protective wall of the Soul Fighting Arena while spitting blood.

The Jade Blade in Nanmen Yun'er's hand exploded instantly, and she, too, vomited blood.

This was only the result of Dai Huabin holding back his soul power output; otherwise, the two of them, being the closest, would have been unconscious for at least two days.

At this moment, Ning Tian's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda let out a mournful cry before its light extinguished entirely. She herself was flipped over by the shockwave, her hair disheveled and her appearance utterly wretched.

As for the ordinary students, they were blown off the stage like dumplings falling into a pot, each of them lying on the ground and wailing.

A single strike.

Clearance!

Dust filled the sky.

The Hell White Tiger slowly flapped its wings, landing gracefully on the devastated arena.

Light flickered, and the massive body slowly dissipated.

The figures of Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu reappeared.

The two stood side by side.

Dai Huabin's face was somewhat pale, clearly having exhausted a vast amount of soul power for that strike, yet he still stood straight, one hand possessively draped over Zhu Lu's shoulder.

Zhu Lu leaned into his embrace, breathing slightly raggedly with an unusual flush on her face, but the eyes she used to look at the crowd were filled with pride.

It was the pride belonging to a victor.

The entire arena was deathly silent.

One couldn't even hear the sound of breathing.

Mu Jin stood below the stage, her beautiful eyes shimmering with brilliant light, her chest heaving with excitement.

She had struck gold!

No, this wasn't just gold; these were two little monsters!

Now let's see how that bitch Zhou Yi fights me!

Wang Dong'er's mouth hung open, unable to close for a long time. She looked at the two on the stage, then thought of her own Radiant Goddess Butterfly, and a sense of unprecedented crisis suddenly rose in her heart.

If she had been up there just now, could she have blocked that strike?

The answer was: No.

"Ahem..."

Du Weilun coughed twice, breaking the awkward silence. He took a deep look at Dai Huabin, his expression complex to the extreme.

Is the War God of ten thousand years ago reappearing?

This matter must be reported to Dean Yan immediately!

Mu Jin snapped back to reality, took a deep breath, and walked onto the arena in her high heels, her voice trembling with excitement:

"I announce, the winner of this soul fight is Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu!"

"From today on, the monitor of Class Nine is Dai Huabin!"

This time, no one had any objections.

Even those lying on the ground looked at Dai Huabin with eyes filled with nothing but awe.

Following the announcement of the match results, the healing-type teachers in the Soul Fighting Arena entered the field one after another.

Several soft halos of green light lit up in succession. The healing teachers moved among the fallen students, and a faint, grassy fragrance permeated the air.

Dai Huabin stretched his sore shoulders, his previous injuries healing rapidly under the effect of the healing soul skills.

He let out a long breath and turned to check on Zhu Lu's condition.

The color had returned to Zhu Lu's originally pale cheeks, though her breathing was still slightly erratic—a sign of soul power exhaustion.

The other students also climbed up from the ground one by one.

The surroundings remained silent.

Those who had previously clamored about teaching Dai Huabin a lesson didn't even dare to breathe loudly now.

Everyone knew clearly that if that move hadn't been restrained at the last moment, they would already be lying in the emergency room of the school infirmary.

Ning Tian, Wu Feng, and Nanmen Yun'er were also helped up by the teachers.

Ning Tian brushed the dust off her skirt and took a deep breath.

The world-destroying strike from just moments ago lingered in her mind.

As the young mistress of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, she had been exposed to top-tier powerhouses since childhood, but even the elders of her sect could never unleash a Martial Soul Fusion Skill of this magnitude at the three-ring level.

This was not just talent; it was a mutation that defied common sense.

Limited by the flaws of their martial soul, the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect had always needed to seek powerful attachments.

The Dai Huabin before her might just be the greatest reliance for the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect for the next hundred years.

Dai Huabin held Zhu Lu's hand and stepped toward Ning Tian.

Before Dai Huabin could even open his mouth, Ning Tian lowered her head directly:

"Dai Huabin, you won."

Wu Feng, standing to the side, grew anxious and limped forward: "Young Master! We still have a chance, next time I will definitely..."

"Xiao Feng, a loss is a loss; there is no need to make excuses."

Ning Tian raised a hand to stop Wu Feng.

She faced Dai Huabin directly, her tone remarkably calm, "I am a person who honors my bets. From today on, my people, my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, and even the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect behind me, are all at your command."

Wu Feng stomped her feet in frustration, her hands gripping the corners of her clothes, yet she dared not utter another word.

Dai Huabin raised an eyebrow and generously extended his right hand.

Ning Tian reached out to take it, the touch warm.

"You will feel fortunate for today's decision."

Dai Huabin shook Ning Tian's hand twice before letting go, his face full of smiles, "The future peak will certainly have a place for you."

Ning Tian was slightly stunned, then nodded heavily, the stone that had been hanging in her heart finally dropping to the ground.

Dai Huabin took Zhu Lu by the hand and turned to leave the arena.

Inside the exit passage of the Soul Fighting Arena, the light was somewhat dim.

Cui Yajie, Wang Dong'er, and Xiao Xiao leaned against the wall, none of them speaking first; the atmosphere was unusually quiet.

Hearing footsteps, the attention of all three shifted to the two people walking out.

Cui Yajie brushed back her long pink hair, her alluring figure leaning forward:

"Class Monitor, you were so imposing on the stage just now. You left everyone stunned."

Xiao Xiao stood to the side, her short dark green hair swaying with her movements.

She cupped her cheeks with both hands, her face flushed:

"Yeah, yeah! When you stepped forward to shield Lulu just now, it was so touching! A hero saving a beauty—it was simply incredibly cool!"

Xiao Xiao was already blooming with joy inside.

She was a typical fan of good looks; she had always thought Dai Huabin was extremely handsome, and his golden hair and cold, aloof temperament were perfectly aligned with her aesthetic.

That reckless act of protecting his fiancée had directly maxed out her favorability.

Wang Dong'er crossed her arms over her chest, her fair, pretty face beneath her short powder-blue hair filled with unconvinced defiance:

"Stop the flattery. Dai Huabin, what is going on with the Martial Soul Fusion Skill between you and Zhu Lu? How could the Hell White Tiger grow wings?"

Dai Huabin stopped in his tracks and pulled Zhu Lu's hand up, their fingers interlaced.

"The compatibility between Lulu and me has reached the perfect stage—body and mind as one."

Dai Huabin spouted nonsense with a straight face, taking the opportunity to show off, "As for why I arrogantly challenged the whole class before, it was actually to push myself.

Only under extreme pressure can a person cast aside all distracting thoughts and feel each other's affection with their whole heart.

Without this kind of 'burning the bridges' pressure, our Hell White Tiger could not have successfully completed its final transformation."

Zhu Lu felt a pang of emotion upon hearing this.

She had originally thought Dai Huabin simply wanted to establish his authority, never expecting that he was using the pressure of the entire class to perfect their Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

Huabin had shouldered all the insults and sieges, all to bring her along to become stronger together.

"Huabin..." Zhu Lu's voice choked up, and she gripped Dai Huabin's hand even tighter.

Cui Yajie rolled her eyes dramatically and gave a theatrical shrug:

"Alright, alright, we get it, your relationship is great—stop showing off. Teacher Mu Jin has already returned to the classroom to prepare for the next steps; if we don't go now, we'll be marked for truancy."

Dai Huabin smiled and ruffled Zhu Lu's hair, leading the group toward the classroom.

The results of the Freshman Class 9 monitor selection match spread like wildfire, reaching every corner of the Outer Academy within a single hour.

At this moment, inside the Outer Academy Dean's office.

The air was filled with the rich fragrance of tea.

An elderly man wearing a white robe sat behind a large solid wood desk.

The old man had graying hair and a gentle expression.

He was none other than the Dean of the Martial Soul Department, Yan Shaozhe.