Most of the venue was shrouded in smoke, and a huge black shadow stepped out from it.
What appeared before Wu Ling was a giant black tiger, over twenty meters long and nearly ten meters tall, with one red and one blue eye, and a bright, golden inverted "king" mark on its forehead.
"I've seen five-for-one trades at the start before ( Jaden: Just give me your ID card), but seven-for-one at the start is really a small fry, it's eye-opening."
"Roar!" Ignoring Wu Ling's provocation, the Hell White Tiger roared, its powerful aura emanating from its massive body. After shattering the white mist around it, it pounced towards Wu Ling.
Unlike most other Martial Soul Fusion Skill that use energy, the Martial Soul Fusion Skill Hell White Tiger can only attack with its body.
Because Dai Weisi and Zhu Zhuyun had just received a boost, the Hell White Tiger's strength had reached that of a top-tier Soul King, which, in terms of Spirit Beast, would be roughly equivalent to Spirit Beast of about 20,000 years old.
If this level of skill were used in previous matches, even with the Hell White Tiger's time limit, it would be questionable whether the opponent could even last until then. It's fair to say that when he unleashed this power, victory was already within his grasp.
Unfortunately, this time he was facing an incomprehensible individual who had bound the goddess of victory to his side and shaped her into his own form.
"Hmm, a huge black cat, but unfortunately, I still prefer white cats to black cats."
Just as Wu Ling was speaking, the Hell White Tiger's claw, which was comparable to half a person's size, suddenly slammed down towards Wu Ling from the upper side. In response, Wu Ling simply raised one hand.
As expected, an unexpected event occurred. With a loud "boom," a large crater was smashed into the ground, and Wu Ling, who had been invincible in previous competitions, was sent flying to the astonishment of countless people.
Just moments ago, they were still speculating whether Wu Ling could easily withstand that claw attack. After all, Wu Ling's image of being so powerful and invincible was deeply ingrained in people's minds. However, as Wu Ling was sent flying, his image of being powerful and invincible shattered, replaced by an image of being powerful but still having flaws. This made the Wu Ling, who had gradually become a god in the minds of the audience, feel more down-to-earth.
But it was precisely because of this that they overlooked one thing: Wu Ling still hadn't used his Martial Soul.
Wu Ling was also somewhat surprised while in mid-air; the power of the Hell White Tiger was beyond his expectations.
"I see. So it inherited the previous buff, which is why its power is so great. Although it still can't break through my defense, it's really hard to beat it in terms of strength alone when it's not possessed. It seems I need to learn from a certain Hanma's methods."
Meanwhile, Dai Weisi had just finished controlling the Hell White Tiger to deliver a palm strike, was also somewhat surprised to see Wu Ling unharmed in mid-air. Even fully armed, he might not have been able to withstand that claw strike, but Wu Ling, without activating his Martial Soul, seemed completely unscathed.
"Aside from some tears in his clothes, there were no injuries on his skin. Although internal injuries cannot be ruled out, his expression doesn't suggest it. Could it be that his defenses weren't even breached?!"
For a moment, Davis was questioning his existence, but after all, he was the battle-hardened Crown Prince of Xingluo. After Wu Ling jumped from the air onto the arena, an idea popped into his mind. "I don't need to defeat him, I just need to make him fall off the arena!"
Dai Weisi, having figured out the winning strategy, was energized. He felt his body throbbing with pain, and heard Zhu Zhuyun's encouragement. "Come on, Wu Ling, let me show you my limits!"
The moment Wu Ling's heels touched the ground, before the bacteria even had a chance to land, Dai Weisi, controlling the Hell White Tiger, pounced on Wu Ling again, this time with its claws slashing horizontally.
Wu Ling glanced calmly to his side and instantly understood Dai Weisi's plan. "You think you can make me fall off the stage just because you can't break my defense? Ha, how naive!"
This time, facing an attack carrying a powerful claw wind, Wu Ling performed a side somersault, dodging the attack while leaping onto the Hell White Tiger's arm.
The next second, the Hell White Tiger slammed its arm into the ground, but at that moment, Wu Ling, with its agile movements, had already jumped onto the Hell White Tiger's shoulder.
"Damn it, Wu Ling, do you still have the heart of a strong person? Fight me like you did before!" Seeing his plans ruthlessly shattered by Wu Ling's actions, the physical and mental pressure caused even the well-educated Dai Weisi to swear.
Wu Ling dodged the Hell White Tiger's palm strike aimed at his shoulder and jumped directly onto its head. After hearing the sound coming from below, Wu Ling chuckled and said, "Do you think I'm stupid? You can't hold out for long in your current state. When you're exhausted, you'll be at my mercy. I can defeat you without taking any damage and with ease. Why would I bother fighting you head-on? I'm too lazy to even use any techniques."
As for the heart of a strongman, sorry, my heart of a strongman is simply to do whatever I want.
After hearing Wu Ling's words, Dai Weisi, filled with resentment and gritting his teeth, slammed his head to the ground. But Wu Ling jumped onto his back, and Dai Weisi landed face down. Then Wu Ling went to his stomach...
Just as Wu Ling said, after that, the Hell White Tiger never touched him again. In the eyes of the audience, the scene on the stage was like Wu Ling teasing a cat, only this cat was particularly big.
Three minutes passed, Hell White Tiger, which could originally sustain itself for five minutes, had its duration reduced by two minutes due to that self-destructive attack.
In an instant, Wu Ling felt his feet sink into the ground, and then the Hell White Tiger disappeared. Dai Weisi and Zhu Zhuyun were so exhausted that they collapsed to the ground.
Dai Weisi, struggling to stay conscious, stared at Wu Ling as he jumped down, muttering something. Wu Ling, through lip reading, confirmed that Dai Weisi was praising his handsomeness.
"Seriously, I know I'm handsome, but there's no need to praise me in public, is there?" Wu Ling leaned down and said with a pleased expression.
Hearing Wu Ling's shameless boasting, Dai Weisi couldn't hold on any longer and fainted.
"What's wrong with you? Did I make you faint from being so handsome?" Wu Ling joked to himself, then waved to the referee.
The referee immediately realized what was happening and raised his megaphone to announce, "The champion of this Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament has been decided! It is— the Martial Soul Hall Team!"
In an instant, the shouts of tens of thousands of people could be clearly heard by pedestrians several streets away.
Although the way Wu Ling fought in the final battle didn't quite meet the audience's expectations, because of the previous foreshadowing, those who had already guessed the ending were only slightly disappointed and didn't care too much. After the referee's announcement, they continued to show their enthusiasm.
Amidst the cheers of tens of thousands of people, Wu Ling, who had won the championship, walked down with an unchanged expression, just as he had silently walked up before.