The Finals!

Could an Auxiliary Soul Master like her really have any offensive means?

Just as Huo Yuhao was wondering, he suddenly saw something fall from the sky.

He released Spiritual Detection and was surprised to discover that it was the two balls Song Mu had taken out before the match.

Impossible! He was hit by my Martial 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, summoning two Soul Beasts: a water-blue python and a greenish-yellow tiger.

As soon as they appeared, the Soul Beasts charged toward the three of them.

Huo Yuhao watched the two Soul Beasts draw closer, unwilling to accept defeat. But he and Wang Dong had already exhausted their Soul Power, and Xiao Xiao could never hold off both Soul Beasts. He had no choice.

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

As soon as he said this, the two Soul Beasts stopped and headed toward Song Mu.

The greenish-yellow Wind Tiger lowered its head, then raised it again, lifting Song Mu onto its back. It carried him off the competition platform, with the Water-Condensing Python following behind.

After the referee announced the winner, Ning Tian also carried Wu Feng off the competition platform.

The stands buzzed with discussion.

Just now, while Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong were releasing their Martial Soul Fusion Skill, Song Mu had recalled the two Soul Beasts on the field, then taken out two more Gulu Balls and thrown them into the air.

It wasn't that they thought Song Mu's actions had been particularly clever. What truly surprised them was that these Soul Beasts didn't need Song Mu to control them. They could fight on their own, and even if Song Mu lost consciousness, they would instinctively protect him.

That was what made Song Mu's Martial Soul so terrifying.

"Teacher Zhou Yi, don't forget my Soul Tool," Mu Jin taunted. Then she walked away without looking back.

Zhou Yi clenched her fists. That bitch Mu Jin had just gotten lucky and ended up with a few talented students, and now she dared to strut around in front of me.

Those useless brats Huo Yuhao and the others had actually lost, and they'd even made me endure that bitch Mu Jin's humiliation. When I get back today, I'm going to give you all a thorough drilling.

Meanwhile, the Wind Tiger carried Song Mu toward the freshman dormitory, with the Water-Condensing Snake following behind.

Before long, Song Mu emerged from his golden-statue state.

When the Martial Soul Fusion Skill hit him, all he felt was a warm sensation. Apart from being unable to use his Martial Soul, he hadn't felt any pain.

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

Song Mu sat down on the bed, but he still couldn't summon his Martial Soul, so he had the Wind Tiger and the Water-Condensing Python stay in the dormitory for now.

The dormitory had been fairly spacious, but with two such large Soul Beasts inside, it felt a little cramped.

Tomorrow should be the match against Dai Huabin's team, right? Today's battle had basically been won because they'd figured out Huo Yuhao and the others' Martial Souls and Soul Skills in advance, as well as the effects of their trump card, the Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

If they hadn't known any of that from the start, they probably would have lost the match.

Huo Yuhao's team had been Song Mu's toughest opponents. Tomorrow's match against Dai Huabin's team should be much easier.

As he thought it over, Song Mu kept trying to summon his Martial Soul. At last, he felt its presence and immediately summoned it.

As soon as the Game Panel appeared, Song Mu noticed a prompt in the bottom-left corner of the screen: Wang Dong'er was requesting a call.

Song Mu first recalled the two Soul Beasts, then answered.

"How are you? Are you hurt?"

Song Mu replied, "We won the match. I'm fine, not hurt at all."

"Where are you now?"

"In the dormitory."

As soon as Song Mu finished speaking, a King Ball appeared out of thin air. A beam of light flashed, and Wang Dong appeared in the dormitory.

Song Mu hadn't summoned Wang Dong himself. Wang Dong had come out on her own; Song Mu had given her permission to enter and leave freely.

As soon as Wang Dong appeared, she looked Song Mu up and down. Only after confirming that he really wasn't hurt did she let out a sigh of relief.

"Their Martial Soul Fusion Skill could actually disable your Martial Soul. Thank goodness it didn't hurt you. I was so worried when you said you'd take their Martial Soul Fusion Skill head-on. If you ever do that again, I—I won't talk to you!"

Song Mu smiled at Wang Dong, who had turned her head away from him. "All right, I'm fine, aren't I? I promise I won't put myself in danger again. I'm free this afternoon. Want to go explore Shrek City?"

"Explore what? You should lie down and rest."

Wang Dong held out her right hand. "Give me your card. I'll go get you some food."

"Okay."

After the semifinals ended, the homeroom teacher of Dai Huabin's team didn't let them go back. Instead, he called them to his office.

"Teacher Zhao, did you call us here for something?" 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. They're no ordinary team. They have an Auxiliary-type Soul Elder, and their captain, Song Mu, can summon Soul Beasts to fight. The last Soul Beast he summoned was even a thousand-year one."

Hearing this, Dai Huabin laughed disdainfully. "Don't worry, Teacher Zhao. Zhu Lu and I have the Martial Soul Fusion Skill, the Hell White Tiger. A mere thousand-year Soul Beast isn't enough to stand against us."

As a Martial Soul Fusion Skill with a long history on the continent, Teacher Zhao naturally knew the Hell White Tiger's power.

"Good. It's nice to see you're confident. That's all I had to say. You can go."

On the way back, Zhu Lu asked, "Huabin, should we prepare a little more for tomorrow's final? From what Teacher Zhao said, Song Mu sounds pretty strong."

Dai Huabin said arrogantly, "Summoning Soul Beasts to fight is just some unorthodox trick. It's nothing in the face of absolute strength."

The Freshman Assessment finals venue.

Song Mu met up with Ning Tian and Wu Feng outside the Assessment Zone, and then the three of them entered together.

The Assessment Zone had been made larger, formed by combining the two arenas used for yesterday's semifinals. The stands were just as full as before, but two more people than yesterday had joined the audience. Song Mu knew both of them: Yan Shaozhe and Gong Changlong.

Across from them, Dai Huabin and the others entered at the same time and stepped onto the platform.

Song Mu saw Dai Huabin looking at him provocatively, his eyes full of disdain.

"You're Song Mu, right? Your Martial Soul can summon Soul Beasts. Hah, I'll show you that a Soul Master's own strength is what really matters."

Song Mu said flatly, "Idiot."

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

Ignoring Dai Huabin's furious outburst, Song Mu took his place on their side and waited 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. Two Soul Beasts appeared: the Wind Tiger and the Blazing Lion.