In the darkness, a pair of green eyes lit up. Immediately afterwards, a giant black-furred wolf that was as big as a cow slowly walked out of the cage. A deep roar rolled out from the depths of its throat, and saliva dripped down the sharp fangs onto the stone floor, making a sizzling sound.
Six hundred years of Hell Spirit Wolf.
The young man's face turned pale, but he still gritted his teeth and faced it. The battle lasted for about a stick of incense, and the young man fought back Hell Spirit Wolf at the cost of minor injuries and escaped completely.
"Ninety-eight points." Yan Shaozhe gave the score.
The next few groups came on stage one after another, and most of the scores fluctuated between 90 and 110 points. Only a few could score 120 points.
Although several students who chose the 800-year-old Soul Beast successfully defeated them, they either took too long or suffered serious injuries, and their scores were not as good as those who simply killed the 600-year-old Soul Beast.
Wang Dong watched carefully, thinking in her mind as she watched. Her strength is among the top among this group of students. With the twenty-sixth level Soul Power and the Martial Soul quality of Light Goddess Butterfly, it shouldn't be a big problem to fight Soul Beast for eight hundred years. But if you want to get high scores, just winning is not enough, you have to win beautifully.
She glanced at Mu Chen. Mu Chen's expression did not change from the beginning to the end. She looked at the ring calmly, as if she was watching a performance that had nothing to do with her.
"Next group, Dai Huabin, Zhu Lu, Cui Yajie. Mu Chen, Wang Dong, Huo Yuhao, ready."
Yan Shaozhe When these names were read out, the atmosphere in the room obviously changed.
Everyone knows about the grudge between the two teams. Freshman Assessment's bet, Dai Huabin's humiliation of kowtowing in public, and the rumor that "Dai Huabin wants to regain his place" that spread during the holidays all make today's showdown full of gunpowder.
Dai Huabin stood up first. He took off his outer robe, revealing the tight-fitting black suit underneath. He moved his shoulders, and his bones made a clicking sound.
"Let's go." He said to Zhu Lu and Cui Yajie, and strode towards the ring.
Mu Chen also stood up. Wang Dong and Huo Yuhao followed him. The three of them walked through the aisle of the viewing area and stepped onto the waiting area on the right side of the ring.
Dai Huabin stood at the other end of the waiting area, arms folded, looking down at the three Mu Chen. His eyes first stopped on Mu Chen for a moment, then moved to Wang Dong, and finally landed on Huo Yuhao.
"Huo Yuhao, I heard that you broke through the second ring?" Dai Huabin's tone was filled with undisguised contempt, "Is there any difference if you have two rings or a waste of one ring? Did you choose the second Soul Skill? Could it be some kind of auxiliary type?"
Huo Yuhao did not respond.
Dai Huabin continued, "I advise you to be prudent when choosing Soul Beast. Just pass the 100-year mark. Don't insist on choosing a higher one. If you get bitten off an arm or leg by Soul Beast, don't blame me for not warning you."
Mu Chen spoke.
"Dai Huabin."
His voice was not loud, but Dai Huabin's mouth immediately closed.
"You haven't forgotten the bet, have you?"
Dai Huabin's face darkened. "Of course I haven't forgotten it."
"That's good." Mu Chen said these three words and stopped looking at him.
The muscles on Dai Huabin's face twitched. He hated Mu Chen's calmness that emanated from his bones, as if in his eyes, he would always be just an insignificant foil.
"We'll see!" He squeezed out these three words through his teeth.
The voice of Yan Shaozhe sounded again, "Two groups will play at the same time, and they will decide the order of appearance. After each person chooses Soul Beast, it cannot be changed. Once Soul Beast is released, it cannot be interrupted."
Dai Huabin was the first to jump onto the ring, with a vigorous pace. He stood in the center of the ring, his eyes swept across the audience, and finally landed on the rostrum.
"Dean Yan, I choose eight hundred years Soul Beast."
There was a low roar in the audience.
Yan Shaozhe nodded slightly and raised his hand to signal.
The gate of the iron cage suddenly opened. A black whirlwind swept out of the darkness and landed on the ring, turning into a black tiger. Its body was slightly smaller than the ordinary tiger Soul Beast, but its muscle lines were extremely smooth. There was a faint black mist lingering on the four claws, and a pair of scarlet vertical pupils locked Dai Huabin.
The 800-year-old Shadow Wind Tiger is the top grade among the 800-year-old Soul Beast. Shadow Wind Tiger is known for its speed and shadow attributes. It can sneak in the shadows and has tricky attack angles. Among the students of the same grade, there are only a handful of students who dare to choose this level Soul Beast.
Shadow Wind Tiger let out a low roar, dwarfed his body, and turned into a black afterimage that rushed towards him.
Dai Huabin did not retreat but advanced, and the third Soul Ring on his body suddenly lit up.
"White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"
His body swelled in an instant, faint golden-white tiger stripes appeared on the surface of his skin, his pupils turned into vertical pupils, and the nails on his hands swelled like hooks. A golden halo enveloped his whole body, and his aura surged greatly.
The moment Shadow Wind Tiger's claw struck down, Dai Huabin raised his hand to block. There was a muffled sound, and air waves exploded in all directions. Protective Array at the edge of the ring was activated, and the blue energy barrier lit up, absorbing all the shock waves.
The stone slab under Dai Huabin's feet cracked a few fine lines, but he didn't move at all. The next second, he grabbed Shadow Wind Tiger's front paw with his backhand, suddenly lifted it up with force, and smashed it to the ground.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
After three consecutive slams, the stone slab on the ring was smashed into a human-shaped shallow pit. Shadow Wind Tiger struggled to hide into the shadows, but Dai Huabin didn't give it this chance. His White Tiger Martial Soul was naturally capable of restraining the shadow attribute of Soul Beast. As soon as the opponent's aura dissipated, he was immediately locked onto it.
The battle lasted for about half a stick of incense. Shadow Wind Tiger's throat was finally torn open by Dai Huabin's tiger claws, and his huge body fell to the ground.
Dai Huabin gasped and stood in the center of the ring. The golden tiger stripes on his body slowly faded. The effect of White Tiger Vajra Transformation faded away, revealing a few scratches. Dark red blood seeped out from the wounds and stained half of his sleeves. But the expression on his face was proud.
"Eight hundred years Shadow Wind Tiger, the kill time is above average. During the battle, the frontal force is strong, and the suppression power of White Tiger Martial Soul is fully demonstrated." Yan Shaozhe's voice did not have much fluctuation, but the score given surprised the whole audience, "One hundred and thirty points."
One hundred and thirty points! The highest score in the game so far.
There was a burst of warm applause from the stands. Dai Huabin walked down the ring with his head held high. When he passed by Mu Chen, he deliberately stopped a step and lowered his voice and said, "It's your turn. I want to see how many points you can score."
Mu Chen didn't look at him.
The second person to play was Zhu Lu. She drew the 700-year-old Hell Spirit Cat, which has the same origin as her own Martial Soul.
This was very lucky. She knew Soul Beast's moves and weaknesses very well, so she was able to fight with twice the result with half the effort. In the end, she used her agility to suppress Hell Spirit Cat's speed advantage and defeated him with minor injuries.
Yan Shaozhe gave the score. "One hundred and fifteen points."