Honor the wager, accept defeat

Dai Mubai wanted to get up, wanted to roar, wanted to unleash a Soul Skill.

But his shoulder was shattered, most of his Soul Power had been spent under that relentless barrage, and his White Tiger Vajra Transformation had been forcibly interrupted. Now, even moving a finger was difficult.

Zhao Wuji's expression was terrifyingly grim.

He stared fixedly at Xiao Wu in the arena, his eyes filled with shock, confusion, and a barely perceptible trace of... wariness.

This pink-haired girl was far too strange.

She was only twelve or thirteen, and her Soul Power Level definitely did not exceed thirty-five. Zhao Wuji could sense that her Soul Power fluctuations were not particularly strong.

But her combat awareness, movement techniques, and use of Soul Skills had reached an utterly inconceivable level.

Especially that final barrage of attacks.

Waist Bow to amplify her strength, Teleportation to change position, and close-quarters combat to strike weak points with precision.

Every move was perfectly timed; every technique went straight for a vital spot.

This was simply not the combat experience a twelve- or thirteen-year-old girl should possess.

This girl... just where did she come from?

Thoughts raced through Zhao Wuji's mind, and his gaze swept toward Chao Tianxiang and Meng Yiran.

Chao Tianxiang looked completely composed, as though she had expected this outcome all along.

Meng Yiran's eyes shone with admiration. She looked at Xiao Wu as though she were her idol.

This grandmother and granddaughter knew the pink-haired girl's strength very well.

In other words, this girl named Xiao Wu was probably someone who swept through everyone her age at the Exotic Beast Academy, too.

Zhao Wuji thought of Tang San and Cinderella again.

Those two Little Monsters were also twelve, also above level thirty, and also possessed combat strength far beyond others of