Chapter 55: Breaking the Nether White Tiger with a Single Fist, Sovereign Ruling the World!

"Rend—!"

Dai Huabin's remaining pants suddenly shattered, floating up to plaster across his face, followed by a vicious strike to his chin.

His mouth snapped shut as he "swallowed his soul skill raw."

This furious strike, operating at 200% charge, backfired and exploded in a flash of darkness before he crashed straight down onto the ground.

Huo Yuhao hopped backward to dodge, frowning deeply as he watched Dai Huabin land face-first.

Could he have knocked himself out cold?

He had just barely warmed up; ending it this early was letting this beast off way too easily!

"Stop right there!"

"You're courting death!"

Zhu Lu and Cui Yajie charged in from left and right. Huo Yuhao kicked out fiercely, sending Dai Huabin flying toward Zhu Lu, and spun around to rush at Cui Yajie.

Cui Yajie flicked her two tails as her first soul ring lit up.

First Soul Skill: Charm!

Huo Yuhao stared directly into Cui Yajie's pink eyes, his gaze not wavering for even a fraction of a second.

Charming him?

Go talk to the spiritual mental power of a four-ring soul ancestor about that!

Cui Yajie froze as if struck by lightning, her footsteps unsteady and her body swaying.

Huo Yuhao grabbed her by the collar and tossed her in the direction of Wang Yan.

Easily eliminated.

Then, he crossed his arms and stood face-to-face with Zhu Lu, waiting for Dai Huabin to recover.

His utter disdain was written all over his face.

Clearly capable of ending the battle swiftly, he had repeatedly held back and given them chances.

Murmurs immediately erupted all around.

"I heard that Dai Huabin is a descendant of the God of War. Isn't that Duke Dai Mubai's statue at the front of the academy?"

"That's it?"

"Class monitor is awesome! A rank 20 white first soul ring, completely obliterating a three-ring soul尊!"

"And he's doing a one-versus-three!"

"The White Tiger Duke's Mansion produced a piece of trash like this?"

......

The moment Dai Huabin regained his senses, he heard these sharp, piercing remarks.

It was like pouring oil on fire, and he glared at Huo Yuhao with furious eyes!

"All you know how to do is dodge, dodge, dodge! If you're a man, face me head-on!"

Huo Yuhao sneered.

He flashed his "white first soul ring," dripping with sarcasm.

This caused the spectators to burst into gales of laughter.

Dai Huabin's anger meter spiked once again, his eyes turning completely bloodred!

"Don't say I didn't give you a chance," Huo Yuhao suddenly said. "A head-on collision is fine, but there's only one move. If you can't beat it, get off the stage."

As he spoke, the aura around him suddenly condensed and began to climb step by step.

Dai Huabin, still blinded by rage, was startled!

Alarm bells rang wildly in his heart, and he reached out his hand toward Zhu Lu without a moment's hesitation.

"Use that move!"

"Good."

Zhu Lu's entire body was covered in a faint black light, her form ethereal and translucent as she threw herself forward with her arms wide open toward Dai Huabin.

At this moment, the auras of their martial souls—the White Tiger and the Netherworld Civet—completely merged into one.

Intense black and white lights blossomed, merging into a single entity amidst a golden halo. Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu vanished, replaced by a ten-meter-long giant tiger.

Martial Soul Fusion Skill: Netherworld White Tiger!

As soon as the Netherworld White Tiger landed, violent soul power gathered in its mouth while it cautiously retreated several steps.

——This was being traumatized into caution.

However, after a brief charge-up, Dai Huabin realized something was wrong!

——Why was the aura rising around Huo Yuhao climbing even faster than their martial soul fusion skill?

Especially when an emerald crown manifested above Huo Yuhao's head, that momentum surged more than tenfold!

No!

They had to finish this quickly!

The Netherworld White Tiger spat out a ball of light from its mouth, transforming it into a thick pillar of light that shot toward Huo Yuhao.

Netherworld White Tiger Fierce Light Wave!

Huo Yuhao sneered, swinging his right fist forward casually.

A majestic pressure erupted like a volcano, sweeping across the entire arena like a tidal wave. The golden fist wind transformed into a dragon-shaped pillar of light that roared outward. It clashed with the Netherworld White Tiger Fierce Light Wave and deadlocked for barely a split second before pushing forward with overwhelming, unstoppable force!

Supreme Overlord!

Mu En's exclusive combat technique had reappeared in the world at this very moment.

No matter how much Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu increased their soul power output, they could not stem the tide of defeat. The dragon-shaped light pillar closed in step by step at a steady pace.

It felt as though...

The speed was deliberately controlled, and the goal was to torture them bit by bit!

And indeed, that was the case.

Even after pulling out their proudest martial soul fusion skill, they were being crushed by a rank 20 one-ring soul master.

The pride and confidence in Dai Huabin's heart were subsequently squeezed and pulverized bit by bit!

Eventually, even the Netherworld White Tiger could no longer maintain its form and dissolved, separating him from Zhu Lu.

With no resistance left.

The dragon-shaped light pillar instantly engulfed the two of them. The mighty and righteous shockwave battered every tendon and bone in Dai Huabin's body, yet it did not harm Zhu Lu standing beside him by even a fraction.

When all the light finally dissipated.

Dai Huabin slumped in Zhu Lu's arms like a ragdoll, his limbs and torso bent and folded at unnatural angles.

Huo Yuhao's control was exquisite; he had shattered every bone in Dai Huabin's body without claiming his life.

Agony consumed Dai Huabin, turning his vision dark as he teetered on the brink of unconsciousness.

Elder Zhuang's healing arrived just in time, but it was only his first soul skill, which merely kept Dai Huabin's consciousness awake while his shattered bones slowly knitted back together.

It was an agony comparable to ten thousand ants devouring one's heart!

It forced Dai Huabin's eyes wide open, yet fully awake to experience every single second of it.

He felt as though he was going insane!

If he could move right now, he would even be willing to end his own life!

Unfortunately, that remained an extravagant hope.

Elder Zhuang simply controlled the intensity; a process that should have healed in mere seconds was dragged out for a solid half-minute.

——It wasn't that he didn't want to drag it out longer, but this was already his lowest-tier healing efficiency.

Only then did he retract his martial soul.

Dai Huabin's eyes rolled back, and he fainted dead away in Zhu Lu's arms.

Huo Yuhao witnessed the entire process, a flash of malicious satisfaction crossing his eyes.

The pent-up grievance and hostility deep in his heart were partially vented, and his entire spirit and mental state elevated by a notch.

Revenge served hot is the most soothing thing for the human soul.

As the "victim," Zhu Lu didn't even dare to take another glance at Huo Yuhao, holding Dai Huabin as she hurried off the soul duel stage.

The "side effect" of Supreme Overlord—anyone defeated by this technique would never dare to raise fighting intent against the user again!

To the victor go the spoils; only thus could one claim to rule the world.

Huo Yuhao tilted his head back and closed his eyes, yet two lines of tears still slipped down his cheeks.

'Mom!'

'Did you see that!'

'I've trampled that beast Dai Huabin under my feet!'

'Killing him here in the academy today would only cause trouble for Senior Brother and the others.'

'Let him live in fear and regret for a little longer; sooner or later, I will bring his head to pay tribute to you!'

'And Dai Yueheng, the Duchess, and even that Dai Hao!'

'They all have to die!!!'

In the spiritual world.

Zhuge Lan chimed in, "Why not just kill him directly? Are you keeping him to celebrate the New Year?"

"Didn't little Yuhao say he wanted to pay tribute to his mother?" Heavenly Dream Iceworm asked.

"Not being consumed by hatred and still maintaining his rationality is quite good," Yiran praised with satisfaction. "Besides, little Yuhao was tortured for eleven years; how easy would a simple death be? Later on, I'll teach him how to craft an undead puppet."

Zhuge Lan gave a thumbs-up. That's a good one.

Even after dying, he'll still get his corpse whipped.

Outside.

The scene was exceptionally quiet.

Huo Yuhao's expression of having avenged a great grudge made their appetite for gossip burn fiercely.

Now they just hoped that Dean Yan would "hold someone accountable," prompting Huo Yuhao to naturally spill the truth.

However, Yan Shaozhe made it clear...

He had no desire to receive one of Mu En's slaps across the face!

He decisively gave Wang Yan a look.

Wang Yan smoothly announced, "In the match between Class One's freshmen Huo Yuhao and Dai Huabin's team, Huo Yuhao wins!"

——He very tactfully omitted quite a bit of information.

This caused Zhuge Lan in the spiritual world to take note of this talented individual.

Come to think of it.

This fellow would soon serve as the team leader for the Soul Master Elite Tournament, only to run into evil soul masters who bombed the main roster, leaving them either dead or maimed.

Yet he pressed on through the pressure and managed to miraculously snatch the championship.

'He's a decent talent. I can recruit him into the Sacred Fire Cult to run some errands.'

However, since Huo Yuhao was currently enjoying his high, he temporarily shelved that thought.

Noticing that Huo Yuhao's state of mind was somewhat unstable.

After stepping off the stage, no one approached him; they simply accompanied him silently right where he stood.