Dai Huabin: How Could the White Tiger Martial Soul Lose to the Explosive King Martial Soul?!

"Why had Dai Huabin come looking for us again, of all times?"

Lin Fan's brows drew together as he watched Dai Huabin approach with an aggressive stride. He muttered:

Looks like I'll have to fight this guy again.

"Why had Dai Huabin come here?"

Zhu Lu flinched at the sight of Dai Huabin, who looked ready to hit someone. She froze and thought:

This is bad. If Dai Huabin sees us like this, he'll definitely fight Lin Fan.

"Zhu Lu, get away from him."

Dai Huabin walked up to Zhu Lu, pulled her behind him, and said:

"Dai Huabin, why were you looking for me?"

Zhu Lu tensed as she asked:

"I went looking for you just now, but you weren't in the classroom. Never mind. Who knew I'd find you here?"

Dai Huabin stared at Lin Fan, his face stern and his voice uneasy:

"This brat really was hitting on you, Zhu Lu. If I hadn't seen the wallet and shown up in time, you might've become his prey."

Unease crossed Zhu Lu's face. She explained:

"That's not what happened, Dai Huabin. You've misunderstood. Lin Fan just helped me get my wallet back."

Dai Huabin flared up:

"Misunderstood, my ass! I saw him hand you the wallet with that fake smile of his. You call that a misunderstanding?"

Zhu Lu's voice faltered:

"It's true, Dai Huabin... It really isn't what you think..."

Seeing how angry he was, she knew there was no way she could explain it clearly this time.

"This is between us men. Step back. I'll settle it."

Dai Huabin glanced back at Zhu Lu, his look telling her to leave, and spoke flatly:

Zhu Lu opened her mouth, but the sight of his anger stopped the words on her lips. She slowly stepped back, gripping the hem of her clothes with both hands.

"Lin Fan, we never settled who won last time. Let's finish it now."

Dai Huabin glared at Lin Fan, raising a tightly clenched fist:

This time, he would beat Lin Fan until the man no longer dared to approach Zhu Lu.

"Come at me."

Lin Fan wasted no words:

"Then let's begin."

Dai Huabin gave a mocking laugh.

The two quickly put some distance between them and summoned their Martial Souls for battle.

Lin Fan activated his Martial Soul at once, calling forth his Explosive King Mecha:

"Explosive King, take your place!"

A streak of light shot into the sky, where a multicolored lotus appeared and bloomed.

As the Explosive King appeared, Lin Fan was drawn into it, and the mecha slowly descended to the ground.

The moment it activated, its single eye flashed with a cold, dark-green light, and its expression turned grim.

Dai Huabin looked at the heap of scrap metal Lin Fan had summoned as a Martial Soul and sneered:

"What kind of junk Martial Soul is that? Watch my top-tier White Tiger Martial Soul smash that heap of scrap!"

Lin Fan shot back with a laugh:

"We'll see who smashes whom. Your white tiger is garbage next to my Explosive King."

"Hmph. All talk!"

Dai Huabin's expression turned serious.

With that, the two entered their fighting stances.

Lin Fan took control of the Explosive King and clenched its left hand into a fist, which gleamed with a metallic sheen.

He pushed off the ground with both feet like a spring, leaped toward Dai Huabin, and brought his left fist crashing down.

Dai Huabin looked up at the plain, unadorned punch coming his way. Smiling, he leaned back and hopped aside with ease.

Then he pushed off hard and sprang forward with a surprise punch at Lin Fan.

Just as Dai Huabin thought his sneak attack had worked, Lin Fan's figure flashed and vanished. He teleported behind Dai Huabin.

Lin Fan swung the Lion Cannon Muzzle on his right arm like a fist, hammering it toward Dai Huabin's back.

The punch came straight at him, so fast it whistled through the air. Dai Huabin barely had time to react.

Alarmed, Dai Huabin lit up his First Soul Ring. White light formed a barrier around his entire body.

He immediately focused its defense behind him, blocking Lin Fan's attack.

It was his first Soul Skill, the White Tiger Protective Barrier. Besides providing defense, it enhanced his combat power. Now he had been forced to use it.

Lin Fan was a little surprised to see Dai Huabin block his punch. He called out:

"First Soul Skill: Wind Blade Acceleration Fist!"

His First Soul Ring lit up, and several blue wind blades gathered around his fist.

The wind blades spun like fan blades, forming a storm as he punched at Dai Huabin.

Dai Huabin recovered and tried to dodge, but there was no escaping the attack.

His Second Soul Ring lit up at once. A vast mass of white light gathered as he let out a tiger's roar.

A white ball of light shot from his mouth and hurtled toward Lin Fan.

Enhanced by the White Tiger Protective Barrier, his second Soul Skill, the White Tiger Fierce Light Wave, was far more powerful.

Only then did he manage to cancel out Lin Fan's first Soul Skill.

Lin Fan rushed forward and flashed in front of Dai Huabin, spreading the fingers of his left hand before snatching at him.

Blue Wind Element immediately gathered in his hand and converged on his fist. He shouted:

"Overlord Chasing Wind Fist!"

The instant the words left his mouth, Lin Fan drove a devastating punch straight at Dai Huabin's abdomen.

Dai Huabin almost failed to react again. His First Soul Ring lit up once more, and he cried out in alarm:

"First Soul Skill: White Tiger Protective Barrier!"

A layer of white light suddenly formed a barrier around his entire body again.

Dai Huabin thought the White Tiger Protective Barrier would stop the blow, but he had underestimated the power and speed of the Overlord Chasing Wind Fist at its peak.

The strike punched straight through his White Tiger Protective Barrier. The barrier shattered like glass.

The fist struck his abdomen. Dai Huabin took the blow with the force of a massive boulder, his eyes widening in shock. Blood spilled from his mouth, and he dropped to one knee.

Even so, he tried to use the boost from his White Tiger Protective Barrier to strike back.

He turned quickly and seized the chance to leap up, throwing a punch that landed squarely on Lin Fan's chest.

Dai Huabin frowned at once. It felt as though he had struck solid iron, and searing pain shot through his fist.

Lin Fan did not dodge. He took the punch head-on, rocked only slightly, and felt no pain.

He turned, raised his leg, and kicked Dai Huabin square in the abdomen with blinding speed.

Dai Huabin had no time to react. The kick sent him spinning through the air, and he landed on the ground over a hundred meters away.

"You lost, Dai Huabin."

Lin Fan glanced at the fallen Dai Huabin, withdrew the Explosive King, and landed on his feet as the mecha vanished.

Zhu Lu, who had been watching from the side, saw Dai Huabin on the ground and hurried over in worry. She crouched beside him and carefully helped him up.

"Dai Huabin, are you all right?"

Zhu Lu strained to support him, concern in her voice:

Then Dai Huabin roared, "How could I lose? How could I lose to that bastard? How could I possibly lose!"

Dai Huabin's eyes were cold, his face full of disbelief. He shoved Zhu Lu to the ground and said icily:

"Get away from me. I don't need your help."

Dai Huabin pushed through the crowd and strode out toward the street, leaving them behind.

"Dai Huabin!"

Disappointment filled Zhu Lu's face as she watched him leave and called after him:

"Let me help you up, Zhu Lu."

Lin Fan took Zhu Lu by both hands and helped her to her feet:

"Okay. Thank you, Lin Fan..."

Zhu Lu lowered her head, looking dejected:

"Come on. Let's go back."

Lin Fan made the suggestion:

"Okay."

Zhu Lu nodded slightly.

Lin Fan accompanied Zhu Lu back to the Dormitory Building, where they parted at the stairwell.

They returned to their respective rooms. Zhu Lu went to the Girls' Dormitory on the third floor, while Lin Fan headed back to Dormitory Room 100.