"Clang!"
He hadn't expected it at all.
A tremendous force clamped down on Dai Huabin's hands. A sharp pain shot through him in an instant.
He was forced to break free and retreat several meters.
Once he had steadied himself, he ignored his trembling hands and glared viciously ahead.
It turned out that the burly male teacher had stopped him.
The teacher stood ramrod straight. His blue shirt couldn't hide the graceful lines of his muscles—or perhaps it only made them stand out more.
He held the Wind Tiger down beside him with one hand.
"It's good to have spirit,"
His expression was slightly cold.
He stroked the Wind Tiger's fur.
"But you also need to pay attention to the school rules..."
The last time a student had deliberately injured a Soul Beast in the Beast Fighting Zone was five years ago. He had stopped that student too, and that student had also been trying to show off his strength.
"Let me emphasize this again: deliberately injuring a Soul Beast is forbidden during the assessment."
A stern voice came from outside the arena. Dai Huabin instinctively looked over.
Du Weilun stood with his hands behind his back.
He too stared at Dai Huabin with displeasure, the corners of his mouth turned down.
"All right, go down."
Dai Huabin blinked, completely unable to understand why.
Suddenly,
Scattered applause and cheers rang in his ears.
"Dai Huabin! Dai Huabin!"
"Clap, clap, clap, clap!"
"Woohoo!"
He looked toward the stands. A few of his lackeys were shouting and cheering with all their might, while a smattering of students followed suit and applauded.
In the vast Beast Fighting Zone, they stood out all the more.
The other students gradually joined in, but the applause soon died away again.
It was nowhere near as impressive