A cold glint flashed from Molo's spear, and he thrust it out like a dragon.
Although Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu's Martial Soul Fusion Skill was clearly much larger, Molo's imposing aura utterly overwhelmed it.
With just himself and his spear, he seemed to pin down the entire Hell White Tiger. How could Dai Huabin accept that?
Although he and Zhu Lu had fused their martial souls, both of them remained between the enormous Hell White Tiger's brows, controlling its movements.
Watching Molo, who overestimated himself and had no idea how close he stood to death, Dai Huabin immediately twisted his face into a vicious expression.
There were no Soul Ancestor-level geniuses among the freshmen. That was obvious without even checking, because reaching Soul Ancestor at eleven was impossible.
As long as there were no Soul Ancestors opposing him, his Martial Soul Fusion Skill was invincible. Martial Soul Fusion was far more than simply adding one and one together. The power unleashed by fusing two martial souls exceeded the combined total of their strongest individual bursts by dozens of times.
Even their Martial Soul Fusion Skill could injure a Soul King-level opponent if used properly.
Neither the mere Six-Winged Angel clone nor this so-called Molo was even a Soul Elder. How could they possibly withstand it? Both of them had only death awaiting them today.
The tournament prohibited maliciously maiming fellow students, but blades had no eyes, and blows showed no mercy. Anyone could lose control, especially with a Martial Soul Fusion Skill as difficult to control as theirs.
If anyone was injured or killed, the blame should fall on the referee, not them.
Dai Huabin controlled the enormous spectral tiger claw and slammed it toward Molo, only for Molo to force it back with a single thrust.
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