Du Weilun revealed eight spirit rings—two yellow, two purple, and four black. The majestic Aura of a Spirit Douluo instantly swept across the field. He charged toward the center of the arena without hesitation—the point where the two Martial Soul Fusion Skills were about to collide, and the optimal position to resolve the crisis and determine the winner.
He intended to use his own body to simultaneously withstand the full-force attacks from both sides.
Using himself as the benchmark, whose Spirit Ability was stronger and who was superior would be crystal clear through what he endured.
On the high platform, most teachers had yet to recover their wits, but Yan Shaozhe, sitting in the front row, and Elder Xuan, in the corner, both had their pupils suddenly contract at the same instant—
Du Weilun's body had actually turned golden.
It was a pure and solid golden light, like a statue cast in gold, standing proudly in the middle of the two raging torrents of Soul Power. The front of his robes had already shattered, yet no blood flowed; however, his back had been torn open by the strike from the Hell White Tiger, exposing his firm back—where five shocking bloody gashes were clearly visible.
A moment later, Du Weilun's breath steadied slightly, but he couldn't help but spit a mouthful of old blood onto the ground.
The entire venue fell into a dead silence.
An eight-ring Spirit Douluo... was injured?
Injured at the hands of a few new students who had three rings at most?
How was this possible?
The teachers gradually recovered from their shock, each one dumbfounded and speechless for a long time. On the assessment grounds, the golden light around Du Weilun slowly faded, but the astonishment and disbelief on his face lingered. His eyes flickered as he stared fixedly at Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong, who had already let go of each other and were standing side by side.
Even as a Spirit Douluo, he could hardly believe all of this was real. However, the burning pain on his back and the lingering scent of blood on his lips ruthlessly reminded him—that scene just now was absolutely true.
Dai Huabin struggled to stand up, helping the exhausted Zhu Lu up in the process. Although they had finally succeeded in using the Hell White Tiger, the consumption it required from the two of them was simply too great.
Cui Yajie couldn't suppress her excitement and ran to Dai Huabin's side, saying, "That's great... did we win?"
On Huo Yuhao's side, Wang Dong spoke up and asked, "It should be us who won, right!"
He didn't believe their Martial Soul Fusion Skill would lose to Dai Huabin's.
Huo Yuhao nodded silently; his side was the one that had won.
In his spiritual perception, the Soul Power protection around Du Weilun had clearly been completely shattered by the Golden Road—at that moment, it had almost even damaged his foundation.
If it weren't for the fact that Wang Dong's Soul Power was still insufficient to make the power of the Golden Road last longer and explode more strongly, Du Weilun's injuries would have been far more than this.
On the platform, Furina leaned back lazily against her chair, understanding the situation in her heart. Did this even need to be looked at? No matter how majestic the Hell White Tiger was, it couldn't compare to Huo Yuhao's "cheating" Golden Road.
Moreover, the affinity between Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu was limited to begin with, so they hadn't been able to unleash the true power of the Hell White Tiger at all. Losing was only a matter of time.
Du Weilun was, after all, a Dean of Instruction who had seen many great storms. After a brief lapse of composure, he quickly collected himself, a bitter smile appearing on his face.
He had truly lost quite a bit of face today.
"Very good. You all did very well."
He cleared his throat, his tone returning to a steady state. The students on both sides also held their breath and focused, their gazes converging on him.
Du Weilun's tone was calm, yet every word was clear: "I am very surprised. As new students, your cultivation could reach such a level, and both sides could perform Martial Soul Fusion Skills. And I have personally felt the intensity of these two ultimate techniques."
He paused and announced in a deep voice, "Now, I announce the final champions of this New Student Assessment knockout tournament. They are—"
His right arm suddenly lifted, his finger pointing directly at Huo Yuhao's trio, his voice suddenly rising: "The team of Wang Dong, Xiao Xiao, and Huo Yuhao!"
"Boom—"
The entire venue erupted in an uproar.
Not only could Dai Huabin's trio not believe their ears, but even many teachers on the high platform showed looks of shock. In their view, it was clearly Dai Huabin's Hell White Tiger that had injured Du Weilun, so how could it be Huo Yuhao and the others who won?
For a moment, a thought even flashed through someone's mind: Could it be that Director Du was using public office to settle a private grudge because he had lost face just now?
But that thought was suppressed in an instant.
Dean Yan was present, and Elder Xuan was there too; how would Du Weilun dare, or even want to, show favoritism on such an occasion?
Furthermore, Du Weilun had been in charge of the Instruction Department for many years and was known for being fair and strict, never having made a mistake.
Wang Dong was still in a daze, asking in a low voice, "Did we... really win?"
Huo Yuhao nodded heavily, his gaze certain: "Of course. No matter which angle you look at it from, this victory belongs to us."
He paused, his peripheral vision sweeping toward the stiff-faced Dai Huabin nearby, his tone indifferent. "They cannot win."
Dai Huabin clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white. He didn't believe it.
How could his Hell White Tiger lose to a low-grade Martial Soul Fusion Skill like Huo Yuhao's?
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