Explosive Kill Eight-Stage Throw

The moment she finished speaking, Wang Dong swept his gaze over. His eyes held a faint golden hue, like the stare of some Ancient Ferocious Beast, carrying a pressure that came from a higher level of life.

Zhu Lu trembled all over under his glare and forcibly swallowed the rest of her words. She instinctively retreated half a step, her face pale.

Dai Huabin frowned as well and stepped in front of Zhu Lu. "Who do you think you're scaring?"

Wang Dong withdrew his gaze and spoke unhurriedly. "Thirty seconds."

"What?" Dai Huabin froze.

"Thirty seconds." Wang Dong looked at him, his tone flat. "If I can't wipe you out within thirty seconds, count it as a failed order!"

Dai Huabin's face instantly flushed crimson, veins bulging on his forehead. "You...!"

He shook with rage, unable to get a single word out. Thirty seconds? This guy actually claimed he could finish him off in thirty seconds?

He was a rank-thirty-four Soul Elder, a full five ranks above Wang Dong! This was simply the greatest insult to him!

Zhu Lu was furious too, but the lingering force of Wang Dong's earlier glance remained. She opened her mouth, yet did not dare say anything else.

Wang Dong paid them no further attention. He turned and patted Huo Yuhao's shoulder. "Let's go get ready."

Huo Yuhao nodded and followed him. After two steps, she glanced back at Dai Huabin.

Seeing Dai Huabin's livid face, an indescribable satisfaction suddenly welled up inside her. In all these years, this was the first time she had seen that so-called elder brother of hers wear such an expression.

She clenched her fists and strode into the preparation area behind Wang Dong.

The Freshman Tournament soon began. As the freshman with the highest Soul Power in this year's intake, Dai Huabin had always been publicly acknowledged as the strongest freshman.

His first match naturally drew countless eyes. The stands were packed, not only with teachers from the various departments, but also with quite a few senior figures from the Martial Soul Department, all staring intently at the center of the Training Grounds.

When both teams stepped onto the arena, a considerable stir swept through the crowd.

On one side stood Dai Huabin's team. He stood at the front in a fitted black combat outfit, his face cold and stern, his eyes sharp. Soul Power surged around him, carrying an oppressive air that warned strangers away.

Behind him was Zhu Lu, whose Martial Soul was the Nether Civet. Her figure was slender and agile, her gaze wary.

Last came a burly boy with rank-twenty-six Soul Power, clearly a strength-oriented Power Attack System Soul Master. Standing together, the three exuded an imposing presence, like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath.

On the other side stood Wang Dong's team. Together, the three looked somewhat inexperienced.

Although Wang Dong's presence was hardly weak, Huo Yuhao and Xiao Xiao beside him-one at rank nineteen, the other a support-type-looked rather underwhelming however one viewed them.

Yet before the match even began, shrieks rose one after another from the stands.

"Aaah! Who's that pink-haired boy?! He's so handsome!"

"That's Wang Dong! Our class monitor! Isn't he incredibly handsome?"

"Handsome from every angle! I heard he's already been unofficially voted the school heartthrob!"

"Oh my god, he looked over! He's looking at me!"

"Stop swooning. He's looking at the other team!"

"I don't care, I don't care! He's just so handsome!"

The girls in the stands all had shining eyes, as though they wished they could stare a hole through Wang Dong.

Even some older female students could not help stealing a few more glances, murmuring that this new junior really was good-looking.

Standing in the arena and listening to the endless shrieks, Dai Huabin's expression grew uglier and uglier. He sneered.

"What good are looks? Strength is what really counts. Once I beat his teeth all over the floor, let's see if you can still scream."

Zhu Lu curled her lip beside him. "Exactly. He's nothing but an empty show."

Across from them, Wang Dong heard their words but did not get angry. He merely smiled, tilted his head toward Huo Yuhao, and asked softly, "Ready?"

Huo Yuhao took a deep breath and nodded. "Ready."

"Xiao Xiao?"

"No problem!" Xiao Xiao clenched her fists, looking eager to get started.

The referee stepped onto the arena, glanced at both sides, and raised a hand. "Begin!"

Almost the instant those words fell, Huo Yuhao activated her Martial Soul.

Her Spiritual Eyes Martial Soul emerged, and Spiritual Detection Sharing unfolded instantly, an invisible spiritual network covering the entire arena.

Everyone's positions, movements, and Soul Power fluctuations appeared clearly in Wang Dong's and Xiao Xiao's minds.

It felt like gaining another pair of heavenly eyes, overlooking the entire battlefield in every direction without a single blind spot.

Before Dai Huabin could react, Wang Dong was already moving.

First Soul Skill, Instantaneous Shift!

His figure vanished from the spot almost as though into thin air. When he reappeared, he was already in front of Dai Huabin.

Dai Huabin's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively swung a fist to counterattack. Yet his fist passed straight through Wang Dong's body, as though striking a mass of air.

"Second Soul Skill, Intangibility!"

Wang Dong's voice came from behind Dai Huabin. Dai Huabin whipped his head around, only to see a pair of eyes glowing faintly gold and a smile mere inches away.

"Explosive Kill Eight-Stage Throw!"

Wang Dong wrapped his arms around Dai Huabin's waist, and the power of his Soft Bone Rabbit Martial Soul erupted instantly. He swung Dai Huabin's entire body up, flipped him through a full turn in midair, and slammed him heavily into the ground!

Boom!

With a dull crash, Dai Huabin was thrown into a daze, his mind utterly blank. Before he could react, his body was swung up again and slammed down once more!

Boom!

"One, two, three..."

Every throw from Wang Dong carried astonishing force. The Soft Bone Rabbit Martial Soul's most heaven-defying skill, the Eight-Stage Throw, was almost impossible to escape once it caught hold.

Dai Huabin could not fight back at all under his throws. He could only let his body tumble through the air, crash down, then tumble up and crash down again.

Everyone in the stands stared dumbfounded.

"Th-this... what Soul Skill is that?!"

"The Eight-Stage Throw! That's the Soft Bone Rabbit's Eight-Stage Throw!"

"That's way too brutal! A Power Attack System Soul Elder is getting tossed around like that by someone at rank twenty-nine?"

"How is this a fight? It's clearly a one-sided slaughter!"

Zhu Lu and their rank-twenty-six teammate were stunned too. They wanted to rush forward to help, but Xiao Xiao kept them firmly tied down.

Although Xiao Xiao's support-type Soul Skills lacked offensive power, their ability to restrain opponents was first-rate, leaving the pair unable to break free and rescue Dai Huabin.

Huo Yuhao stood at the rear, running Spiritual Detection Sharing at full power and relaying Dai Huabin's every movement to Wang Dong with precision.

Watching Dai Huabin being thrown into a daze, an indescribable satisfaction welled up inside her. In all these years, this was the first time she had seen that so-called elder brother of hers wear such a wretched expression.

"Four, five, six..."

Wang Dong's throws continued. Dai Huabin felt as though his whole body was about to shatter, his bones coming apart and his internal organs churning.

He tried to release his Martial Soul to fight back, but every time his Soul Power began to gather, the next throw interrupted it. That was what made the Eight-Stage Throw so terrifying: once it caught hold, there was no room to fight back at all.

"Seven!"

The seventh throw landed, smashing Dai Huabin's entire body into the arena floor. Bluestone shattered, and dust billowed everywhere. He lay facedown on the ground, already tasting blood in his mouth, his vision a blur.

Wang Dong drew a deep breath, gathered his strength for the final strike, and hurled Dai Huabin high into the air, preparing to complete the last crushing throw. If this one landed solidly, Dai Huabin would spend at least six months to a year in bed.

If it did not kill him, it would cripple him!

P.S. The Sky Dream Ice Silkworm's gender has been changed... to female. Since everyone was so insistent, I'll fill in the logic later.

Lastly, thanks again to the generous Qing Mo for the tip and support.