Moreover, it was clearly his and Zhu Lu's attack that had left bloody marks on Du Weilun, while Huo Yuhao's side had clearly left nothing!
Zhu Lu forced herself through her weakness, her voice carrying an unsuppressable indignation: "Director Du... how could it be them who won? It was clearly us..."
Du Weilun turned around, his gaze calmly sweeping over the three of them, his tone not heavy but carrying weight: "Are you questioning my judgment?"
He was actually quite frustrated in his heart—losing face was one thing, but he also had to break down the process of how he lost face from beginning to end and explain it. These little brats were truly a handful.
But Du Weilun was Du Weilun after all; after a moment of depression, he had already adjusted, and a helpless smile even hung on the corner of his mouth.
"I must admit, you are all extremely outstanding, and you made me... look quite foolish today. I underestimated the power of your Martial Soul Fusion Skills; I can't blame anyone else. Since I let you all see my back just now, I won't charge everyone for it."
As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of light laughter immediately rang out from the high platform. It had to be said that Du Weilun's self-deprecation and open-mindedness actually made the teachers present secretly admire him. If they were in the same position, could they have resolved the embarrassment so calmly?
Du Weilun withdrew his smile and continued seriously: "I know that if I don't explain clearly, everyone will inevitably have doubts. First, I want to reiterate that the judgment just now was correct—the final champions are indeed the team of Wang Dong, Xiao Xiao, and Huo Yuhao. They won this final with an astonishingly brilliant performance. They are well-deserved champions."
This categorical repetition made the expressions of Dai Huabin's trio even more unsightly.
Du Weilun continued: "Everyone witnessed the situation just now with their own eyes. As a teacher, I must avoid casualties among such outstanding new students due to a sparring match. Both sides unleashed Martial Soul Fusion Skills. If observed purely with the naked eye, forgive my bluntness, but even the Dean would find it difficult to accurately judge which was stronger or weaker in that flash of lightning. So, I tested it with my own body."
His gaze swept across the venue: "I know many people present saw me injured by Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu's Hell White Tiger and thought the winners were them. Then let me ask you all a question—as a Spirit Douluo, is my defensive power truly so pathetic?"
His tone was calm, yet it contained a sharp edge: "No matter how gifted they are, in the end, it was just the Fusion of an ordinary three-ring Soul Elder and a Two-Ring Great Soul Master. If I could still be easily and heavily injured by a Spirit Ability of such cultivation while circulating Soul Power to protect my body, then I might as well not sit in this position of Director of Instruction."
The anger and indignation in Dai Huabin's eyes finally began to cool after hearing these words.
Yes... Du Weilun was right. He was an eight-ring Spirit Douluo; could the Hell White Tiger of him and Zhu Lu truly injure him to this extent?
This, in itself, defied common sense.
Seeing his expression soften, Du Weilun's tone also eased slightly: "Speaking of which, everyone should be able to guess the truth. That's right—the reason the Hell White Tiger could injure me was that before that, I took another attack head-on."
He turned to Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong, his gaze carrying sincere respect: "Wang Dong, Huo Yuhao, I still don't know the name of this Martial Soul Fusion Skill of yours. As the first person to personally experience its power, I think I am qualified to know its name?"
Wang Dong smiled lightly, his brow carrying the characteristic brightness of a youth: "Director Du, you are indeed the first person to endure this Fusion skill of ours. This is also the first time we have used it in a formal battle since our successful trial."
A flash of surprise went through Du Weilun's eyes, followed by deeper curiosity: "Then I am honored. So, its name is?"
Wang Dong turned his head to look at Huo Yuhao.
Huo Yuhao's gaze crossed the crowd and landed on the far-off, ashen-faced Dai Huabin, his voice steady and clear: "Golden Road."
Du Weilun silently repeated it twice and nodded slowly: "I must admit, your Martial Soul Fusion Skill is the... most peculiar one I have ever seen. At your current cultivation, being able to unleash such power has already exceeded all my knowledge of Martial Soul Fusion Skills. The Martial Soul affinity between the two of you must be extremely high."
In Huo Yuhao's Sea of Consciousness, Tianmeng turned over lazily and sneered, "Nonsense, how could it not be high? The Martial Soul affinity between Huo Yuhao and this little gir... this boy is a solid one hundred percent. Unprecedented and unlikely to be matched by anyone in the future. Where else are you going to find a second one?"
Du Weilun turned back to Dai Huabin's trio, his tone calm and fair: "The reason your Hell White Tiger could injure me was for only one reason—before your attack arrived, I was first hit by the Golden Road. Then, and only then, came your attack."
"The effects of a Martial Soul Fusion Skill have always been a Spirit Master's core secret, so I can only say this much. But the Dean is also present, and I believe that in the instant I was hit by both Spirit Abilitys simultaneously, he already distinguished which was superior through the subtle changes in Soul Power fluctuations."
He paused, his tone not reproachful but merely stating facts: "Your Hell White Tiger is indeed very strong. If you could have avoided the direct brunt of the Golden Road in the duel just now, you might not have lacked a chance at victory. But at that time, your mind was unstable, and both sides' Fusion skills were launched too quickly, almost in a direct head-on collision, making it unavoidable. Therefore, you lost."
Dai Huabin fell silent.
He understood. Every word, he understood.
But understanding was one thing; he could not accept it.
How could he possibly lose to Huo Yuhao? That low-life who was once worse than a dog in the Duke's Mansion?
"Huo Yuhao!" He suddenly raised his hand and pointed at the other, his eyes reddening, his voice nearly a roar.
The corners of Huo Yuhao's lips curled up slightly, his demeanor composed: "What is it? Still refuse to admit defeat?"
Dai Huabin was beyond furious: "Nonsense! How could I possibly lose to a piece of trash like you?! I don't accept this! I want another fight!"
Huo Yuhao's smile remained unchanged, but a hint of coldness appeared in the depths of his eyes: "Fine. There's no time like the present, let's do it now. Grudges or victory and defeat, let's settle them all at once."
He paused, his voice not high but every word clear: "If you lose, from now on, whenever you see me, you must call me 'Lord Huo Yuhao'—not for long, just for a one-year term. If I lose, I will kneel on the spot, bark like a dog, and let you deal with me as you wish."
"How about it, do you dare to agree?"
Dai Huabin snorted coldly: "Why wouldn't I dare?! How shall we compete?"
Huo Yuhao said indifferently: "No Spirit Abilitys. Just Martial Souls and Soul Power, a head-on fight."
Zhu Lu showed a look of worry, wanting to speak but stopping.
Dai Huabin didn't care at all, saying categorically: "Fine!"
Huo Yuhao took out a bottle of Medicinal Pills from his bosom and tossed it over: "Healing medicine. Eat it before we fight."
Dai Huabin caught it and, without even looking, tossed it aside.
"I don't need it."
Huo Yuhao shook his head, his tone devoid of emotion: "As you wish. Just don't go back on your word when you lose later."
Dai Huabin gritted his teeth: "Less nonsense, start!"
Before his voice had even faded, the White Tiger Martial Soul instantly possessed him, and Dai Huabin pounced toward Huo Yuhao like a fierce tiger descending a mountain!
Huo Yuhao didn't even take a step back.
In the vision of the Spirit Eyes, every movement of Dai Huabin's, every exertion of force, and every inch of muscle movement was broken down and clearly distinguished.
Huo Yuhao even felt that this duel was even more boring than he had expected.
He stepped aside, casually avoiding Dai Huabin's powerful punch, and followed up with an uppercut that accurately struck the other's ribs.
"Ugh—!" Dai Huabin groaned, his body stalling slightly.
Huo Yuhao didn't give him a chance to breathe. A second punch followed immediately, the landing point tricky and the force solid.
In just a few seconds.
Dai Huabin collapsed to the ground.
A silence fell over the arena.
Huo Yuhao looked down at Dai Huabin lying on the ground, without mockery or pride. He just stood there quietly, his gaze as calm as a pool of deep water.
The sunlight fell on his shoulders, outlining a silent yet upright silhouette.
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