Explosive Eight-Stage Throw!

"Huabin, you..."

"Shut up!"

Zhu Lu saw that something was wrong with her fiancé, and worry crept into her eyes. But before she could finish speaking, Dai Huabin cut her off sharply.

The way he disregarded her feelings left Zhu Lu with a tangle of emotions.

Hurt, bitterness, confusion—and even a trace of resentment she had buried for a long time.

Dai Huabin failed to notice the change in her expression. Instead, he turned on Tang Wutong. "Why does she get to be vice class monitor? I object!"

He could accept Xiang Jun as class monitor, but what qualified that wretched woman?

Because her Soul Power was higher than his? Because her Spirit Rings were better?

Like hell!

It was only five levels of Soul Power! So what if she had an extra thousand-year Spirit Ring? His tiger claws were plenty sharp!

And as for the Light Goddess Butterfly...

Sorry, he had never even heard of it!

Watching Dai Huabin remain so utterly clueless, Xiang Jun felt a flicker of pity.

Seriously? You dared offend Tang Wutong here on the Douluo Continent? You've got some nerve!

When it comes to courting death, I, Xiang Jun, declare you the best!

Tang Wutong, who had been quietly enjoying the spectacle, froze. She had never imagined Dai Huabin would turn on her.

Who was Tang Wutong?

A little monster who had inherited every one of Tang God King's and Xiao Wu's "fine traditions"!

"Pfft. Here I was wondering who it was. Turns out it's our class's Five-Second Wonder! You don't look convinced. Want to settle this with a fight? I just hope you last more than five seconds this time. After all..."

As she spoke, Tang Wutong made a gesture guaranteed to wound a certain country's men, pairing it with a look of utter disdain. The insult could hardly have landed harder.

"I'll kill you!"

Dai Huabin snapped at once. Lasting only five seconds against Zhou Yi had been the sorest point of his time at Shrek.

The nickname "Five-Second Wonder" only rubbed salt in the wound.

"Kill me? Let's see if you can!" Tang Wutong said with a disdainful look. His threat did not faze her in the slightest.

"All right, enough! Stop arguing!" Han Ruoruo rubbed her aching forehead and interrupted them.

"Since Dai Huabin has an objection, we'll settle it the way soul masters do!"

"Tang Wutong, what do you think?"

"I'd love to!" Tang Wutong puffed out her small chest with confidence. In her mind, she had already sentenced Dai Huabin to death.

They were back at the familiar Arena, though this time Tang Wutong and Dai Huabin faced each other.

"I'll referee this match. Fight until one of you yields. If things turn dangerous, I'll step in immediately!"

Han Ruoruo stood solemnly in the middle of the stage. When neither side objected, she called out, "Begin!"

White Tiger Possession!

At Han Ruoruo's command, Dai Huabin struck first. His already tall frame grew taller still, and a large character for "king" appeared on his forehead.

Yellow, yellow, purple!

Dai Huabin's character might have been lacking, but his combat instincts were sound. He rushed toward Tang Wutong, hoping to keep her from taking to the air by forcing her into close combat.

You want to fight up close? Fine by me!

Tang Wutong sneered inwardly as magnificent butterfly wings appeared behind her.

Yellow! Purple! Purple!!

At the same time, her first Spirit Ring lit up beneath her feet.

Wing Guillotine!

As she activated the skill, sharp golden blades of light formed along the edges of her wings!

Tang Wutong calmly dodged the incoming attack. Then she flickered away and vanished without a trace.

Where did she go?

Dai Huabin froze. A sudden sense of danger rose within him, and he instinctively activated his first soul skill before he could think.

White Tiger Protective Shield!

A milky-white barrier formed in an instant, enclosing Dai Huabin.

At that moment, Tang Wutong, who had already slipped into his blind spot, brought her bladed wings down hard.

Crack!

With her superior cultivation and Martial Soul quality, Tang Wutong shattered the White Tiger Protective Shield on impact.

Her blades showed no sign of stopping. They carved a ghastly gash across Dai Huabin's back!

"Aaaah!"

Dai Huabin screamed. The searing pain in his back drove him half-mad, and his towering rage swept away the last of his reason.

"You're dead!"

Ignoring the wound on his back, Dai Huabin spun around and slashed wildly at Tang Wutong with his sharp tiger claws, desperate to tear her apart.

But it was all in vain.

Tang Wutong seemed to anticipate his every move. She moved with the grace of a ballet dancer, evading each attack by the narrowest margin.

Seriously, was this a fight or a dance?

Watching from below, Xiang Jun even caught Tang Wutong taking a moment to wink playfully at him...

After several attacks missed, Dai Huabin's breathing grew ragged. The strain on his body and the wound that kept tearing open across his back left him in poor shape.

Tang Wutong, by contrast, looked entirely at ease. A teasing smile even lingered on her pretty face.

Seeing Dai Huabin so furious and helpless put Tang Wutong in an excellent mood.

You didn't dare pick a fight with Xiang Jun, so you came looking for trouble with me instead?

You're asking to die!

Let's see how you like my elbow!

At that thought, Tang Wutong gave a cruel smile. The cold expression behind it made Dai Huabin shiver despite himself.

"Five-Second Wonder, I've prepared a special present just for you. Better be ready to catch it!"

As her words fell, pink light burst from Tang Wutong's body. It slowly gathered in the air, forming the phantom of a breathtakingly beautiful woman!

Behind the woman trailed a scorpion braid that reached her calves!

Huh? Was that Xiao Wu?!

Xiang Jun froze. That distinctive scorpion braid left no doubt about the phantom's identity.

Seriously, what kind of fighting style was this?

Calling in her parents?

The sudden change put Dai Huabin on maximum alert. He had no idea that the woman's scorpion braid had already silently coiled around his neck.

"Explosive..."

"Eight-Stage Throw!"

Huh?

Oh no!

Sensing something at his neck, Dai Huabin's pupils contracted sharply. It was already too late to defend himself.

Bang, bang, bang, bang—!!!!

Eight crushing throws followed in rapid succession, each flowing into the next and leaving Dai Huabin no chance to break free. The pink figure slammed him into the ground like a sack!

BOOM!!!