Finals! A Cornered Beast's Last Stand? Berserk Hell White Tiger!

The next afternoon, the finals officially began.

Every seat around the Assessment Platform was already taken.

Before the eyes of the crowd, Tang Qi's team and Dai Huabin's team stepped onto the Assessment Platform from opposite sides.

Vice Dean Du Weilun personally served as referee for the match.

As for the referee from the semifinals, word was that after a "rousing" scolding from Xuan Zi, he had been so ashamed that he had volunteered for an "overseas assignment."

"Dai Huabin! Dai Huabin! Dai Huabin!"

"Tang Qi! Tang Qi! Tang Qi!"

The chants from both sides rose and fell through the stands, surging toward the Assessment Platform like a tidal wave.

Dai Huabin strutted onto the Assessment Platform. He spread his arms, lifted his chin slightly, and basked in the thunderous cheers.

He failed to notice the worry written all over Zhu Lu's face behind him.

I don't understand why everyone keeps talking about Tang Qi's past victories, as though I'm already doomed in this final.

No matter how you look at it, I have the Hell White Tiger. The advantage is mine!

Just as Dai Huabin was riding high, Zhu Lu suddenly asked, "Huabin, will we win?"

Dai Huabin paused, then looked back at her with an easy smile. "With the power of the Hell White Tiger, we're guaranteed to win."

"Both sides, prepare—"

At Du Weilun's command, he darted swiftly off the Assessment Platform.

"The match begins!"

Dai Huabin struck his left palm with his right fist, threw back his head, and shouted with imposing force, "Tang Qi! You're the challenger!"

"Third Soul Skill: White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"

With a roar, his body swelled, and he charged at Tang Qi like an enraged beast.

Dai Huabin looked reckless, but his sharp little eyes stayed fixed on Tang Qi's left