Finals!

Could it be that she, an auxiliary-type soul master, still had some means of attack?

Just as Huo Yuhao was feeling puzzled, he suddenly saw something falling from the sky.

Activating his spiritual detection soul skill, he was astonished to discover that they were the two balls Song Mu had brought out before the match.

Impossible! He was hit by my soul fusion skill; how could he summon soul beasts again?

The two Common Gulu Balls hit the ground, beams of light shot out from them, and two soul beasts were summoned: a water-blue python and a cyan-yellow tiger.

As soon as the soul beasts appeared, they charged toward Huo Yuhao and his team.

Huo Yuhao watched the two soul beasts closing in, feeling unwilling, but his and Wang Dong's soul power were already exhausted, and Xiao Xiao definitely couldn't block these two beasts. He had no other choice.

"We concede," Huo Yuhao said, raising his right hand.

After he said this, the two soul beasts also stopped in their tracks and walked toward Song Mu.

The cyan-yellow Wind Tiger lowered its head and then raised it, hoisting Song Mu onto its back before walking off the competition stage, with the Water-Condensing Python following behind.

Once the referee announced the victory, Ning Tian also carried Wu Feng off the stage.

In the spectator stands, the discussion was constant.

Just now, while Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong were casting their soul fusion skill, Song Mu had recalled the two soul beasts on the field, then taken out two other Gulu Balls and thrown them into the sky.

It wasn't that they thought this move by Song Mu was particularly clever; what truly surprised them was that these soul beasts didn't need Song Mu to control them. They could fight autonomously, and even if Song Mu lost consciousness, they would spontaneously protect him.

This was the terrifying aspect of Song Mu's martial soul.

"Teacher Zhou Yi, don't forget about my soul tool," Mu Jin mocked, then walked away without looking back.

Zhou Yi clenched her fists. That bitch Mu Jin, just because she got lucky and was assigned a few talented students, she dares to flaunt her power in front of me.

Those useless brats Huo Yuhao and the others actually lost, and even caused me to be humiliated by that bitch Mu Jin. When I get back today, I'll have to train you all properly.

On the other side, the Wind Tiger carried Song Mu toward the freshman dormitory, followed by the Water-Condensing Snake.

Before long, Song Mu was released from his golden statue state.

The soul fusion skill hitting him had only made him feel warm; other than being unable to use his martial soul, he felt no pain at all.

The Wind Tiger carried him all the way back to the dormitory. Fortunately, it was class time, so there were no students on the road, and he didn't cause any commotion.

Song Mu sat on his bed, but he still couldn't summon his martial soul, so he could only let the Wind Tiger and the Water-Condensing Python stay in the dormitory for now.

The dormitory, which had been quite spacious, now felt somewhat cramped with these two large soul beasts inside.

Tomorrow should be the match against Dai Huabin's team, right? Today's battle was won basically by first figuring out the martial souls, soul skills, and the effects of the soul fusion skill that Huo Yuhao's team used as their trump card.

If I hadn't known this information from the start, I probably would have lost this match.

Huo Yuhao's team was the hardest opponent Song Mu had to deal with; fighting Dai Huabin's team tomorrow would be much simpler.

While pondering these questions, Song Mu also kept trying to summon his martial soul. Finally, he felt it and immediately summoned it.

As soon as the Game Panel appeared, Song Mu noticed a notification in the bottom left corner of the screen: a call request from Wang Dong'er.

Song Mu first recalled the two soul beasts, then accepted the call.

"How is it? Are you hurt?"

Song Mu replied, "I won the match. I'm fine, no problems at all."

"Where are you now?"

"The dormitory."

After Song Mu said this, the King Ball appeared out of thin air. A beam of light flashed, and Wang Dong'er appeared inside the dormitory.

This wasn't Song Mu actively summoning Wang Dong'er; she had come out on her own. Song Mu had given her permission to enter and exit freely.

As soon as Wang Dong'er appeared, she first looked Song Mu up and down. Only after seeing that he was indeed uninjured did she breathe a sigh of relief.

"Their soul fusion skill could actually disable your martial soul. It's a good thing it didn't cause any damage. When you said you were going to tank their soul fusion skill, you scared me to death! If you do that again, I... I won't talk to you anymore!"

Song Mu looked at Wang Dong'er, who had turned her head away to avoid looking at him, and smiled. "Alright, didn't I come out fine? I promise you, I won't risk my life like that again. There's nothing to do this afternoon; want to go stroll around Shrek City?"

"Stroll where? You just lie down and rest."

Wang Dong'er extended her right hand and said, "Give me your card; I'll go get you some food."

"Alright."

After the semi-finals ended, the head teacher of Dai Huabin's team didn't let them go back, but instead called them to his office.

"Teacher Zhao, is there something you need us for?" Dai Huabin asked.

"I went to watch the match between Huo Yuhao's team and Song Mu's team today. Your opponents tomorrow are Song Mu's team. This team is not ordinary; not only do they have an auxiliary-type soul master, but their captain, Song Mu, can summon soul beasts to fight. The soul beast he summoned at the end was even at the thousand-year level."

Hearing this, Dai Huabin smiled disdainfully. "Don't worry, Teacher Zhao. Zhu Lu and I possess the soul fusion skill, Nether White Tiger. A mere thousand-year soul beast is not enough to contend with us."

As the Nether White Tiger was a long-standing soul fusion skill on the continent, Teacher Zhao naturally knew its power.

"As long as you're confident. That's all I have to say; you may return."

On the way back, Zhu Lu asked, "Huabin, should we prepare more for tomorrow's final? Judging by what Teacher Zhao said, that Song Mu should be quite strong."

Dai Huabin said arrogantly, "Summoning soul beasts to fight is nothing more than a cheap trick; in the face of absolute strength, it is not worth mentioning."

The final of the freshman assessment.

Song Mu first met up with Ning Tian and Wu Feng outside the assessment area before they walked in together.

The assessment arena had been expanded, formed by merging the two competition rings used in yesterday's semifinals. The spectator stands were just as crowded as before, but two more people had appeared compared to yesterday. Song Mu recognized them both: Yan Shaozhe and Gong Changlong.

On the opposite side of the stage, Dai Huabin and his two teammates entered at the same time and stepped onto the platform.

Song Mu saw Dai Huabin looking at him provocatively, his eyes filled with disdain.

"You must be Song Mu. Your martial soul can summon soul beasts? Heh, I will let you know that a soul master's own strength is the only truth."

Song Mu said indifferently, "Moron."

"You! Hmph! Let's see if you can still say that after you lose!"

Ignoring Dai Huabin's exasperation, Song Mu stood in his designated spot, waiting for the referee to announce the start of the match.

"The match begins!"

As soon as the words fell, Song Mu summoned two Intermediate Gulu Balls and tossed them onto the ground, manifesting two soul beasts: a Wind Tiger and a Blazing Lion.