Huo Yuhao's face was pale from the excessive consumption of his Soul Power, and his breathing was slightly rapid, but his steps toward Dai Huabin were unusually steady and firm.
As he moved forward, his hands shimmered with light, and a gauntlet-shaped melee Soul Tool with a cold, metallic luster quietly covered his hands.
This is Soul Tool that he specially made recently for today. Although it does not have a powerful lethal effect, it will definitely hurt enough if it hits you!
All eyes in the room were fixed on him, filled with shock, confusion, and rising anger.
Huo Yuhao ignored all of this and walked straight to Dai Huabin, who was kneeling on the ground, clutching his head and screaming.
His two-meter height, maintained by the Martial Soul Possession, was now kneeling, his head positioned directly above Huo Yuhao's chest.
Huo Yuhao looked down at the face that was once filled with arrogance and contempt, but was now twisted with pain. There was no pity in his eyes, only the coldness that had been suppressed for more than a decade.
There were no superfluous words, no triumphant declaration.
He pulled his right arm back, and his fist, covered by a metal glove, drew a brief arc in the air.
Without hesitation, it struck Dai Huabin's left cheek heavily!
"Bang!"
The dull thud of flesh colliding rang out clearly!
Although he didn't use his Soul Power, Huo Yuhao's body, honed through rigorous training, still delivered an astonishingly powerful punch!
Dai Huabin's head snapped to one side, and the force sent him flying, tumbling and crashing several meters away, leaving a trail on the ground.
And this is just the beginning!
Huo Yuhao quickly caught up, giving Dai Huabin no chance to catch his breath or regain his senses.
He threw out both fists simultaneously, like a dense rain of blows, slamming them down on Dai Huabin, who was lying on the ground!
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The sounds of fists colliding with flesh were incessant, dull and oppressive.
In a state of mental confusion and completely defenseless, Dai Huabin could only curl up, letting out unconscious groans, passively enduring the one-sided beating.
Blood spilled from his mouth and nose, staining the ground and his dark green school uniform red.
"Stop!"
" Huo Yuhao! What are you doing!"
"The outcome is already decided, why did you resort to such a heavy blow?!"
"How despicable! Taking advantage of someone in distress!"
In the audience, the Shrek Academy students finally couldn't hold back any longer and erupted in strong protests and condemnations!
They were outraged, and many even stood up, glaring angrily at Huo Yuhao in the arena.
In their view, this was just an intra-academy challenge, and now that a winner had been decided, it should end there.
Huo Yuhao's actions at this moment have completely exceeded the scope of a friendly exchange; they are a blatant act of malicious attack and insult!
Many people had already set off, ready to leap into the Soul Fighting Arena to stop Huo Yuhao's unilateral "violent act"!
An overwhelming and powerful aura, like an invisible mountain, suddenly descended upon the entire small Soul Fighting Arena!
The air seemed to thicken, and all the trainees who were trying to move felt their bodies sink, involuntarily stopping in their tracks and looking up in horror.
Above the Soul Fighting Arena, a figure had silently appeared, standing in mid-air.
The person was tall and straight, with six magnificent metal wings slowly flapping behind him, clearly a Flying Soul Tool.
When they saw the person's face clearly, they were surprised, but not unexpected.
Kong Xuan!
He was the undisputed strongest among the Sun Moon exchange students, and his appearance at this moment was clearly to stop everyone from trying to interrupt Huo Yuhao's actions.
" Kong Xuan! What do you mean?" a senior student couldn't help but question angrily, " Huo Yuhao, he..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Kong Xuan's calm yet undeniably powerful voice.
"Gentlemen, please calm down."
Kong Xuan's gaze swept across the entire arena, his tone calm yet carrying an invisible pressure. "According to the rules of the Soul Fighting Arena, as long as Dai Huabin hasn't personally admitted defeat, this match isn't over yet."
He paused, his voice slightly lowered. "As students of Shrek, are you really going to openly break the rules set by your own academy?"
These words were well-reasoned and supported by evidence, directly accusing the trainees of "breaking the rules," leaving them speechless and their faces flushed.
However, someone immediately protested, "Rules are rules! Dai Huabin is completely powerless now. Huo Yuhao's actions are a complete humiliation of him! Is this how the students of Sun Moon behave?!"
Kong Xuan looked in the direction of the voice and saw the student who had spoken. Instead of anger, he smiled meaningfully and shook his head. His voice clearly echoed throughout the entire Soul Fighting Arena.
"Humiliation?"
"No... you've got it wrong."
"This is a feud between brothers; it's best for us outsiders not to interfere."
brother?!
These two words, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, exploded in the minds of all the Shrek students!
In an instant, the entire Soul Fighting Arena fell into an absolute, pin-quiet silence.
Everyone stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief and utter astonishment.
Their gazes darted back and forth between the disheveled Dai Huabin and the pale-faced but cold-eyed Huo Yuhao, their brains racing as they tried to process this unbelievable information.
Huo Yuhao... and Dai Huabin... are brothers?
How is that possible?!
Dai Huabin is the eldest son of the White Tiger Duke, and his noble status is common knowledge.
Huo Yuhao is an exchange student from the Sun Moon Empire. His surname is Huo, not Dai!
Just as everyone was still reeling from the shock of this explosive news, the truth of which was unknown, Huo Yuhao in the Soul Fighting Arena had stopped his torrential downpour of punches.
He stood there, his chest heaving like a bellows, panting heavily.
This panting was not only due to the depletion of Soul Power and physical exhaustion, but also, more profoundly, the excitement of being able to vent the pent-up hatred and humiliation today.
He looked down at his hands.
Those specially made silver-white metal gauntlets were now stained crimson with blood. Thick blood dripped from between his fingers and knuckles, spreading into glaring blooms on the messy ground beneath his feet.
Despite his intense hatred for Dai Huabin, Huo Yuhao couldn't actually kill him in the Shrek Academy's Soul Fighting Arena.
Therefore, Huo Yuhao's attack just now was measured and did not take Dai Huabin's life.
Therefore, Dai Huabin, lying in a pool of blood at this moment, looked extremely miserable. His nose was sunken, his cheeks were swollen like a pig's head, blood kept flowing from his mouth and nose, his body was covered with bruises and fist marks, and several bones were even broken...
But indeed, there was no danger to their lives.
The effects of " Sensory Overload " had subsided, and Dai Huabin's consciousness was struggling to surface from an endless nightmare.
Intense, pervasive pain instantly overwhelmed all his senses, causing him to let out a painful groan.
He barely managed to open his eyes, which were swollen to a slit. His vision was blurry, as if covered by a persistent blood-red filter, making even the sky appear dark red.
The physical pain was secondary; what he found even more unbearable was the humiliation and despair that gnawed at his soul like a venomous snake.
We lost...
He actually lost, lost to Huo Yuhao, who was only Soul Ancestor, and lost so miserably!
He would rather have been beaten to death by Huo Yuhao or simply passed out.
It's better than being forced to accept this cruel reality of failure with full awareness, without conscious effort, and with perfect clarity, as we are now.
But what he couldn't understand even more was why all of this was happening!
Huo Yuhao's final attack didn't resemble a friendly sparring match between classmates at all; it was purely driven by personal grudges between enemies.
But he had absolutely no recollection of any irreconcilable hatred between himself and Huo Yuhao.
"Uh... ho..."
Dai Huabin wanted to say something, perhaps a harsh word, perhaps a question, but only broken and hoarse breaths came from his throat, accompanied by gushing blood.
Huo Yuhao also noticed that Dai Huabin was awake, and wiped his forehead, which was mixed with sweat and bloodstains that no one knew who had splattered on him.
He looked down at his half-brother at his feet with icy eyes. "Are you trying to admit defeat?"
Upon hearing Huo Yuhao's question, Dai Huabin trembled instantly, barely managing to raise his hands and wave them, while still making indistinct sounds.
However, judging from his expression, this definitely doesn't mean he's admitting defeat.