Explosive Eight-Stage Throw

The instant she finished speaking, Wang Dong swept his gaze over her. A faint golden tint shone in his eyes, like the stare of some Ancient Ferocious Beast, bearing a pressure that came from a higher order of life.

That single glare made Zhu Lu shudder all over. She forcibly swallowed the rest of her words, instinctively retreating half a step as her face turned 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 bust!"

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

He trembled with rage, yet couldn't get a single word out. Thirty seconds? This guy actually said he could finish me in thirty seconds?

He was a level thirty-four Soul Elder, a full five levels above Wang Dong! This was the greatest possible insult!

Zhu Lu was furious too, but the lingering force of Wang Dong's glare still hung over her. She opened her mouth, yet didn't dare say another word.

Wang Dong didn't look at them again. He turned and patted Huo Yuhao on the shoulder. "Come on. Let's get ready."

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

Seeing Dai Huabin's livid face, he suddenly felt an indescribable rush of satisfaction. In all these years, this was the first time he had seen his so-called brother wear such an expression.

He clenched his fists and strode into the preparation area behind Wang Dong.

The new student tournament soon began. As the student with the highest Soul Power in this year's intake, Dai Huabin had always been publicly acknowledged as the strongest newcomer.

Naturally, his first match 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. Every one of them watched the center of the arena with burning eyes.

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

On one side stood Dai Huabin's team. He stood at the front, dressed in a fitted black outfit, his expression cold and his eyes sharp. Soul Power surged around him, radiating a pressure that warned strangers to keep their distance.

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

At the rear stood a burly boy with level twenty-six Soul Power, clearly a strength-oriented Soul Master of the Power Attack System. 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 green.

Though Wang Dong's presence was far from weak, Huo Yuhao and Xiao Xiao beside him-one at level nineteen and the other a support-type Soul Master-made the lineup look a little thin no matter how one viewed it.

Yet before the match even began, waves of shrieks rose from the stands.

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

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

"He looks gorgeous from every angle! I heard he's already been unofficially voted the best-looking boy in the academy!"

"Oh my god, he glanced this way! He's looking at me!"

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

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

The girls in the stands stared with shining eyes, almost eager enough to bore holes through Wang Dong.

Even some of the older female students couldn't resist stealing a few extra glances, quietly discussing how good-looking this new junior truly was.

Standing on the platform and listening to those endless shrieks, Dai Huabin's expression grew uglier by the moment. He sneered.

"What good are looks? Strength is what counts. Once I beat him until he's crawling around looking for his teeth, let's see if you can still scream."

Beside him, Zhu Lu curled her lip as well. "Exactly. He's all show and no substance."

Across from them, Wang Dong heard their words but wasn't angry. He merely smiled, turned 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, her face brimming with eagerness.

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

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

His Spiritual Eyes Martial Soul emerged, and Spiritual Detection Sharing instantly spread out, an invisible spiritual network covering the entire platform.

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

It felt as though they had gained an extra pair of heavenly eyes, surveying the entire battlefield from above without a single blind spot.

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

First Soul Skill, Instantaneous Shift!

His figure vanished from where he stood almost as if into thin air. When he appeared again, he was already right 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 he had struck a pocket 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 faintly golden eyes and a smile mere inches away.

"Explosive Eight-Stage Throw!"

Wang Dong seized Dai Huabin around the waist, and the power of his Soft Bone Rabbit Martial Soul erupted instantly. He swung Dai Huabin's entire body into the air, flipped him over once, and slammed him heavily into the ground!

Boom!

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

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 was battered without the slightest chance to fight back. He could only let his body tumble through the air, crash down, then tumble and crash again.

Everyone in the stands was stunned.

"Wh-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 level twenty-nine?"

"This isn't a fight. It's a one-sided slaughter!"

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

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

Huo Yuhao stood at the rear, operating 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 dizzy stupor, he felt an indescribable surge of satisfaction. In all these years, this was the first time he had seen his so-called brother look so wretched.

"Four, five, six..."

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

He tried to release his Martial Soul and 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 retaliate.

"Seven!"

The seventh throw struck, smashing Dai Huabin into the platform's floor. Bluestone shattered, and dust billowed everywhere. He lay facedown, already tasting blood in his mouth, his vision a blur.

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

If he didn't die, he would be crippled!

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.

Finally, another thank-you to Qing Mo for the generous tip and support.