Four seconds.
Three of the seconds are when Gale Demon Wolf is circling and accumulating power.
The real fighting time is only one second.
One blow.
The whole place was dead silent.
"Full marks." Yan Shaozhe's voice echoed in Beast Fighting Arena, with a hint of trembling that he himself was not aware of, "One hundred and fifty points."
There was no applause. It was not because they were not shocked enough to want to applaud, but because everyone had not recovered from the impact. Their brains were still processing the images of the scene just now, the blurry afterimage, the blue-gold Trident, and the thousand-year-old Soul Beast that collapsed to the ground. The amount of information was too large, and it took time to digest it.
The one who broke the silence was Wang Dong.
She stood up from the waiting area and clapped vigorously. Huo Yuhao followed suit and clapped vigorously. The two solitary applauses seemed particularly clear in the quiet Beast Fighting Arena. Then, as if infected, the applause spread from the direction of Class 1 and gradually swept the entire viewing area.
Not cheers, not applause, but applause, the kind of awe-inspiring, heavy applause.
Mu Chen walked down from the ring, his steps as smooth as when he came on stage. He took Trident back into his body, and the body of the halberd turned into a blue-gold stream of light and disappeared between his eyebrows.
He walked to the waiting area and was greeted by Wang Dong and Huo Yuhao.
"One hundred and fifty points." Wang Dong's voice contained a trace of irrepressible pride, "Mu Chen team scored 395 points in total, Dai Huabin team scored 365 points, we won."
Huo Yuhao nodded vigorously, unable to suppress the smile on his face.
Mu Chen did not speak, but turned his gaze to the waiting area on the other side of the ring.
Dai Huabin stood there with a gloomy face. The air around him seemed to have solidified. Not even Zhu Lu and Cui Yajie dared to come within three feet of him.
His fists were clenched until the knuckles turned white, and veins bulged from the back of his hands to his forearms. His aura was like a volcano that was about to erupt at any time. But there was no fire in his eyes, only a crushed shame that had nowhere to vent.
Losing to Mu Chen once was a shame. Losing twice in a row, and being crushed each time when everyone thought he had a chance of winning, is no longer a shame, it is a despair that goes deep into the bones.
Mu Chen looked at him without speaking or making any gestures. He was just waiting.
Dai Huabin knows what he is waiting for.
The whole Beast Fighting Arena knew what he was waiting for.
Yan Shaozhe also saw the clues. He did not rush or leave. As the dean of the Martial Soul Department, he knew about the bet between the two teams from the day Freshman Assessment. He never interfered in the competition between students. In Shrek, the strong is respected. The winner wins everything, and the loser has to pay the price.
Dai Huabin moved.
When he took the first step, his steps were as heavy as lead. From the waiting area to the front of Mu Chen, it was only a distance of more than 20 steps, and he walked for nearly a minute. Every step was fighting against the self-esteem in his heart, and every step was like walking on the tip of a knife.
The last time he knelt was on the Freshman Assessment stage, in front of the whole grade. At that time, he could comfort himself that he had underestimated his opponent, that Mu Chen was lucky, and that Zhu Lu and Cui Yajie were holding him back. But now none of these excuses can be used.
He was level 35, Zhu Lu was level 32, and Cui Yajie was level 31. The three of them scored a total of 365 points, which would have ranked first in any previous session.
But Mu Chen still won.
There is no suspense about winning, and winning makes people unable to even think of refutation.
Dai Huabin stopped three steps away from Mu Chen. His lips moved for a long time, wanting to say something, looking for a step, and a decent way to end the bet. But Mu Chen's eyes were so calm, so calm that all the steps he prepared turned into a joke.
If you lose, you lose.
Mu Chen didn't speak, just waited.
Dai Huabin closed his eyes, bent his knees, and knelt down.
One head was knocked on the stone slab.
Two.
three.
Three dull sounds were particularly clear in the quiet Beast Fighting Arena. Dai Huabin did not stand up immediately after kowtowing for the third time. His forehead was pressed against the cold stone slab, and his shoulders were shaking slightly.
It wasn't that he was crying, but that he was trying his best to suppress his urge to burst out and hurt others. His White Tiger Martial Soul was roaring crazily inside his body, and golden tiger stripes flashed under his skin before being forced back by him.
"I lost."
Dai Huabin squeezed out these three words through his teeth, his voice hoarse as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper. Then he stood up, without looking at anyone, turned around and strode out of Beast Fighting Arena. Zhu Lu and Cui Ming were stunned for a moment, and quickly chased after them.
Mu Chen withdrew his gaze and did not take another look at Dai Huabin's back.
Wang Dong came over and said in a low voice, "He should remember his lesson this time."
"Not necessarily." Mu Chen said lightly.
Wang Dong curled his lips and said nothing more. Huo Yuhao stood on the other side of Mu Chen, looked at Dai Huabin's leaving back, was silent for a while, and said softly, "Brother, thank you."
Mu Chen glanced at him. "Thank you for what?"
Huo Yuhao scratched his head and smiled, "Thank you for helping me make him lose again."
The corners of Mu Chen's mouth curved in a rare way. He didn't answer, but stretched out his hand and patted Huo Yuhao lightly on the back of his head, then turned and walked towards Beast Fighting Arena.
Yan Shaozhe stood on the rostrum, watching the blue-haired boy leave Beast Fighting Arena. His expression was complicated, with appreciation, confusion, and a hint of uneasiness. Mu Chen's performance could no longer be described as "excellent" Describe it. Kill the thousand-year-old Soul Beast in one blow, without using Soul Skill, relying purely on speed and accuracy. This strength, let alone Outer Academy Second Year, may not be possible even in the fifth grade.
What is his origin?
Yan Shaozhe pondered for a moment and decided to go back to the Inner Academy and call up the admission file of Mu Chen to check it out.
At this moment, Mu Chen had already walked out of the arched door of Beast Fighting Arena. The sunshine outside was just right, shining warmly on his body. He squinted his eyes slightly and took a breath of air with the fragrance of vegetation.
In Sea of Consciousness, Ice Empress's voice sounded again, this time with a bit of a sour taste. "That little wolf cub, is it worthy of your use Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track? Trident just pokes it too much, slaps it and there is not even ashes left."
"There is no need to expose too much." Mu Chen replied in his heart.
"That's true." Ice Empress snorted, "The way that boy named Dai kowtows is quite nice. Make a note of it and look at it next time."
Electrolux sighed, "You can't just stop."
"Can't."
Mu Chen ignored the daily quarrels between the two in Sea of Consciousness. He raised his head and glanced at the sky, which was translucent blue with a few white clouds floating lazily.
In the distance, Wang Dong and Huo Yuhao walked out of Beast Fighting Arena side by side.