Dai Huabin, whom Huo Yuhao hadn't seen in a long time, looked no different from three months ago. But his bearing had undergone a complete transformation.
As the legitimate son of the White Tiger Duke, Dai Huabin might not have been the eldest, but he had received the finest education since childhood. And because he came from a military family, he had once been cold and hard, proud, and arrogantly dismissive of everyone around him.
But now, a thick gloom hung between Dai Huabin's brows, a trace of viciousness glinted in his eyes, and his whole demeanor was dark and sullen.
Standing to his left was Zhu Lu, dressed in black. Compared with her former haughtiness, she now seemed cautious and timid, especially when she looked at Dai Huabin.
The girl standing to Dai Huabin's right wore a pink dress and, by contrast, had an expressionless face.
At that moment, the referee called both sides over. In a low voice, he said, "The rules for this semifinal have changed slightly. You may move freely around the arena, but anyone with a flying Martial Soul may not fly higher than ten meters above the ground."
"So that you can fight at full strength, you may give it everything you've got during the match. You don't need to hold back; I'll control the match myself. Anyone I rescue from the arena will be considered to have withdrawn. Understood?"
"Understood!" Huo Yuhao and Dai Huabin answered in unison.
Dai Huabin's voice was remarkably shrill, more feminine than masculine—a stark contrast to his tall, burly appearance.
The referee glanced at him strangely, while Huo Yuhao couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing.
"What are you laughing at?" Dai Huabin asked in a shrill voice, murderous glints flashing in his sinister eyes.
Three months