Dai Yueheng's tiger claws tore through the air, whipping up fierce winds as he lunged at Yue Ling's face with unstoppable momentum.
Just as the claws were about to touch the golden crystal, Yue Ling's gaze sharpened.
"Explode!"
A deafening blast rocked the platform!
The crystal shattered in an instant. Countless tiny, razor-sharp chrysanthemum blades shot outward, raining down on Dai Yueheng's body.
The savage impact sent Dai Yueheng hurtling backward, utterly beyond his control.
A mouthful of crimson blood sprayed from his lips.
Cuts from the chrysanthemum blades covered his body, and his school uniform was shredded.
His flesh split and curled back, beads of blood seeping out. In a single instant, he was covered in wounds, reduced to a wretched state. Then his heavy body slammed into the ground.
His soul power could no longer sustain his martial soul, and the White Tiger gradually faded.
Dai Yueheng lay sprawled on the ground without an ounce of strength left. All he could do was open his mouth wide and struggle for breath.
His cuts burned fiercely, and every breath sent pain tearing through his muscles and bones.
On the other side of the platform, Yue Ling still stood tall, his breathing calm and steady. He resembled an elegant flower.
Not a trace of exhaustion showed on his face. His expression was so indifferent that he seemed to have had nothing to do with the battle.
Yue Ling walked slowly forward and looked down at the fallen Dai Yueheng.
"You lost. Will you admit it or not?"
Dai Yueheng's eyes were bloodshot as he glared fixedly at Yue Ling.
Despite his agonizing pain and severe injuries, the deep-rooted pride of the White Tiger Duke's legitimate son sustained his last shred of defiance. He roared hoarsely.
"**I haven't admitted defeat! I