Winning the Championship! Rewards and Class Assignment

Seeing these two soul beasts, Dai Huabin's pupils constricted instantly. He recognized them; they were both thousand-year soul beasts. Yesterday, Teacher Zhao only mentioned that Song Mu could summon a thousand-year Wind Tiger, but he never expected him to summon a Blazing Lion, which was even stronger than the Wind Tiger.

However, the surprise lasted only a moment. Dai Huabin possessed absolute confidence that he could secure victory.

Song Mu was only a Great Soul Master; surely he couldn't last long while controlling two thousand-year soul beasts simultaneously. Furthermore, two soul beasts that had just crossed the thousand-year threshold were no match for the Nether White Tiger.

Seeing the two soul beasts charging over, Dai Huabin activated his martial soul and met them head-on.

He chose to clash with the Blazing Lion. The moment he made contact with its lion claws, Dai Huabin felt that the strength of this soul beast was immense, far beyond what a soul beast that had just reached the thousand-year level should possess.

But then he immediately thought of the support-type soul master in Song Mu's team: Ning Tian of the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda.

Could her amplification soul skills actually affect soul beasts?

"Third Soul Skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"

"First Soul Skill, White Tiger Protection Barrier!"

Only after using two consecutive amplification soul skills was Dai Huabin barely able to tangle with the Blazing Lion.

Not long after, a scream came from Cui Yajie's side.

Dai Huabin looked back and saw that Cui Yajie had already been rescued from the arena by the referee, while Zhu Lu was struggling to hold her ground under Wu Feng's relentless attacks.

"Zhu Lu!"

Dai Huabin acted instantly, sprinting toward Zhu Lu, who ran over to embrace him.

Their soul power fused in an instant, and a massive tiger phantom replaced the spot where they had stood.

Martial Soul Fusion Skill, Nether White Tiger!

"Song Mu, you have some ability to force out my Nether White Tiger, but this match ends here. The championship can only be mine."

Across the arena, Song Mu ignored him entirely, chatting leisurely with Ning Tian. Even Wu Feng had retreated, having already deactivated her martial soul.

Seeing this, Dai Huabin was filled with confusion. What was going on? Were they giving up?

Just as he was about to hurl another taunt, the Wind Tiger and the Blazing Lion charged forward.

Dai Huabin didn't want to overthink it; he decided to defeat these two soul beasts first and then blast the three opponents off the stage.

He had to finish this quickly. Although the Nether White Tiger could rival a Soul King, the soul power consumption was too high to sustain for long.

He slammed his massive tiger claws toward the Wind Tiger, intending to severely injure it, but thousand-year soul beasts were naturally robust. Once amplified by Ning Tian, a Soul Venerable, its strength was equivalent to an assault-type Soul Ancestor with a standard martial soul.

After a strenuous effort, Dai Huabin finally severely injured the Wind Tiger, leaving only the Blazing Lion.

"Return, Wind Tiger."

Dai Huabin saw Song Mu recall the Wind Tiger and felt victory was certain, but then, Song Mu pulled out another ball.

How is this possible! Doesn't it cost soul power to control soul beasts in battle?

"Come out, Bloodthirsty Demon Bear."

Under Dai Huabin's shocked gaze, another thousand-year soul beast was summoned by Song Mu.

Damn it, how can this Song Mu keep summoning soul beasts? But even if he summons another, it's just a death struggle in the face of absolute strength!

Regaining his confidence, Dai Huabin charged at the two soul beasts once more.

After another bitter struggle, Dai Huabin managed to render both soul beasts unable to fight.

"Heh, Song Mu, you are indeed strong, but I, Dai Huabin, am a cut above!"

Dai Huabin was panting heavily now. Having defeated three thousand-year soul beasts supported by a Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda Soul Venerable, both he and Zhu Lu had exhausted most of their soul power.

However, it was still enough to deal with Wu Feng.

Across the way, Song Mu finally acknowledged him. "You still have soul power?"

Seeing Song Mu finally respond, Dai Huabin sneered, "The power of the Nether White Tiger is beyond what a soul master like you can imagine."

Song Mu said calmly, "Fine, since you still have soul power, let's fight two more."

"What did you say!"

Dai Huabin stared daggers at Song Mu as he took out two more Intermediate Gulu Balls, tossed them on the ground, and summoned two more soul beasts: the Thunder Shadow Swift Leopard and the Iron-Spine Steel Wolf.

One was two thousand years old, the other three thousand!

The two soul beasts charged at the Nether White Tiger with even greater speed. Because Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu had almost no soul power left, they were forced out of their martial soul fusion state within a few rounds.

The moment they were kicked off the stage by the two soul beasts, Dai Huabin felt his worldview collapse. How could a Great Soul Master continuously summon five thousand-year soul beasts to fight? Just how much soul power did he have?

"The winners of the championship are, Team Song Mu!"

After the referee announced the champions, Song Mu didn't rush to leave. Instead, he walked over to the opposite side, looked down at Dai Huabin, who was sprawled on the ground gasping for air, and said indifferently:

"I thought you had some real ability. Is that it?"

He didn't look at him again and turned to walk out of the arena.

The award ceremony was tomorrow, and with nothing else to do today, Song Mu headed back to his dormitory.

The next day

There were no classes today. All students who had passed the freshman assessment gathered at Shrek Plaza to attend the awards ceremony for the freshman elimination tournament and to receive their class assignments.

Director Du Weilun walked onto the high platform at the front of Shrek Plaza, holding a folder, and swept his gaze over the students below.

After the eliminations, the original one thousand freshmen had been whittled down to just over three hundred—a reduction of two-thirds.

Du Weilun cleared his throat and announced in a resonant voice, "I believe you are all aware that the freshman assessment tournament has concluded, and the top three teams have been decided. I will now officially announce the results and the rewards they have earned. Third place in the freshman assessment: the Wang Dong team, consisting of Wang Dong, Xiao Xiao, and Huo Yuhao. Step forward."

Huo Yuhao and his two teammates were stunned when their names were called. They had clearly registered as the Huo Yuhao team with Huo Yuhao as the captain; why had Du Weilun called them the Wang Dong team?

Filled with confusion, the three of them walked forward.

"Second place in the freshman assessment: the Dai Huabin team, consisting of Dai Huabin, Zhu Lu, and Cui Yajie. Step forward."

Dai Huabin and his teammates walked up. As he approached, Dai Huabin shot a fierce glare at Song Mu.

Below the stage, Song Mu felt speechless. He had been the one to provoke others, and after losing, he was the one getting worked up like a clown.

"Next, let us welcome the first-place winners of the freshman assessment with warm applause: the Song Mu team, consisting of Song Mu, Ning Tian, and Wu Feng."

Under the gaze of the assembled students, Song Mu and his teammates stepped onto the high platform.

The events that followed were much like the original story; the reward for the top three teams was the right to petition Shrek Academy to send someone to assist them in hunting a soul beast for a soul ring of the optimal age.

Then came the announcement of the core disciples and prospective core disciples. Huo Yuhao's name was not among the core disciples.

The students were divided into four classes. Song Mu was placed in Class One, the class for Power Attack and Control System soul masters.