"Trash is trash. So what if you won the Freshman Assessment? My Martial Soul, the White Tiger, is among the very best, and I'm already a three-ring Soul Elder. You're nothing but a puny one-ring Soul Master. Even most of these Class One students are stronger than you!"
Dai Huabin knew he might not get the better of Huo Yuhao, so he immediately began trying to undermine his confidence.
"Dai Huabin, if you insist on playing the clown, I won't stop you." Huo Yuhao smiled faintly. "Don't worry. Once this fight is over, you won't have to call these people your classmates anymore, because your name will no longer be on Class One's roster."
"Hmph, you sharp-tongued brat! This time, I'll knock every tooth out of your mouth!"
"White Tiger, possess me!"
A fierce, pale-white light suddenly erupted from Dai Huabin's body. He stretched both arms out to his sides and thrust his chest forward, his bones crackling throughout his body.
Dai Huabin's muscles abruptly swelled, stretching his clothes taut. Every muscle stood out distinctly beneath the fabric, and even the air around him grew frenzied.
His blond hair instantly turned black and white, mostly white with a few striking black streaks. Four faint lines appeared on his forehead-three horizontal and one vertical-forming the character for "king."
His hands transformed into tiger paws, growing to three times their original size. White fur covered them, and as his fingers flexed, claws like short daggers repeatedly extended and retracted. Each claw was as sharp as a blade and a full eight inches long, gleaming with a sinister, icy light.
Compared with Dai Huabin, Huo Yuhao's display was far less imposing. Light flashed in his eyes, not their original black and gold, but a dazzling array of colors.
Three Soul Rings, two yellow