Out of Control

Dai Yueheng's tiger claws tore through the air on a fierce gale, charging forward with unstoppable momentum as they viciously lunged at Yue Ling's face.

Just as the tiger claws were about to touch the golden crystal, Yue Ling's gaze sharpened.

"Explode!"

A deafening boom erupted across the arena!

The crystal instantly shattered, countless tiny, razor-sharp Chrysanthemum Blades shooting in every direction and raining densely upon Dai Yueheng's body.

The violent impact sent Dai Yueheng flying backward uncontrollably.

A mouthful of scarlet blood sprayed from his lips.

Blade marks carved by the Chrysanthemum Blades covered his entire body, and his academy uniform was torn to shreds.

Dai Yueheng's flesh split open, blood continuously seeping out. In an instant, he was covered in wounds and looked utterly miserable, until his heavy body slammed fiercely into the ground.

His Soul Power could no longer sustain his martial soul, and the White Tiger gradually faded away.

Dai Yueheng lay sprawled on the ground without an ounce of strength left. He could only gasp laboriously through his mouth and nose.

The cuts burned with searing pain, and every breath tugged at his muscles and bones, bringing agonizing torment.

Meanwhile, Yue Ling stood tall on the other side of the arena, his aura calm and steady, like an elegant flower.

Not a trace of exhaustion showed on his face. He looked so composed that it was as though the battle just now had nothing to do with him.

Yue Ling slowly stepped forward and looked down at Dai Yueheng from above.

"You lost. Do you admit it or not?"

Dai Yueheng's eyes were bloodshot as he glared fixedly at Yue Ling.

Even though his entire body was in agony and his injuries were severe, the pride ingrained in him as the legitimate son of the