Chapter 48 Class 9 sweeps the top three spots, Moon is moved, and Electrox awakens
Cui Yajie and Xiao Xiao were taking care of the unconscious Wang Dong'er on the other side.
Xiao Xiao held Wang Dong'er in her arms, her face still wet with tears, but she finally breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the healing soul master say that neither of them was seriously injured.
"Xiao Xiao, how is Dong'er?" Cui Yajie asked.
"It's because my soul power was exhausted, but the healer sister said it's nothing."
Cui Yajie nodded, walked to the middle of the arena, looked at the crack on the ground caused by the two attacks, and then looked back at Zhu Lu's side.
Her lips twitched.
"These two people are really crazy."
Xiao Xiao muttered softly:
"The squad leader is even crazier. Does he even know he's bleeding? He's still laughing."
Cui Yajie tossed her long pink hair: "Of course he knows. He just doesn't want Lulu to worry."
Xiao Xiao paused for a moment, looked down at the unconscious Wang Dong'er in her arms, and then at Zhu Lu, who was squatting motionless next to Dai Huabin in the distance. She remained silent for a long time.
The referee walked to the center of the field and cleared his throat.
"Dai Huabin's team has won the final!"
A burst of cheers and applause erupted from the stands.
Zhou Yi stood in the far corner, her face extremely pale.
She didn't utter a single word from beginning to end.
All three of the four semifinalists are from Class 9.
The champion is from Class 9, the runner-up is also from Class 9, and the third place is also from Class 9.
Is she in Class 1?
The best result was reaching the top 32.
She led troops for three months, only to be utterly crushed by Mu Jin, that "greenhouse gardener."
What made Zhou Yi feel even more suffocated was that Wang Dong'er and Xiao Xiao should have been in the same class.
The Goddess of Light Butterfly, the Three Lives Soul-Suppressing Cauldron, and the Twin Martial Souls—any one of them would be a top-tier trump card.
Hibiscus intercepted them all.
No, to be precise, it was Dai Huabin who intercepted it.
Zhou Yi clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into the flesh of her palms.
Just then, Hibiscus walked over.
The two met in the hallway.
Mu Jin said nothing, just smiled slightly, stepped aside to make way, and then led the students down the path.
That smile was more effective than any mockery.
Zhou Yi was so angry that her molars clicked.
"Teacher Zhou, are you alright?" a proctor asked cautiously from behind.
"very good."
Zhou Yi turned and left.
...
The award ceremony was very simple.
With the help of the healing soul master, Dai Huabin managed to stand up. His face was still pale, but at least he could walk.
Yan Shaozhe personally announced the final rankings.
Champion: Dai Huabin's team.
Runner-up: Cui Yajie's team.
Third place: Ning Tian's team.
All three teams are from Class 9 of the freshmen class.
This result was already predicted when the draw was announced, but when it was officially announced, a commotion still broke out in the stands.
This is the first time since Shrek Academy was founded that the top three spots in the freshman assessment have been taken by the same class.
Ning Tian walked over to Dai Huabin and handed him a bottle of medicine: "What exactly happened with that move of yours?"
Dai Huabin took the medicine and drank a mouthful: "I don't know either."
"You don't know?" Ning Tian raised an eyebrow.
"I really don't know. It suddenly stopped halfway through the fight, and then disappeared after I finished."
Ning Tian looked at him for a few seconds and then gave up on asking further questions.
Wu Feng appeared from behind, hands on his hips: "You don't even understand your own moves? Are you kidding us?"
"If I could use it so easily, would I have needed to get stabbed?" Dai Huabin pointed to the bandaged wound on his chest.
Wu Feng tilted her head and thought about it, then realized it made sense.
"You're terrifying."
She muttered, "My legs went weak when I saw that light."
"Your legs are weak because you were tired from sparring earlier."
"roll!"
Nammon Yoona stood quietly to the side, but the corner of her mouth curled up slightly.
Zhu Lu stood to Dai Huabin's left, her hand on his arm, ready to support him at any moment. She didn't say anything, but no one could squeeze into that spot.
Xiao Xiao helped Wang Dong'er, who had regained consciousness but whose legs were still weak, walk over.
Wang Dong'er's face was paler than paper, and she walked with a limp, but her spirits had returned.
She paused for a moment as she passed Dai Huabin.
"Let's compete again next time."
Dai Huabin tilted his head: "You want to get beaten up again?"
"Who got hit? I almost won!" Wang Dong'er said proudly.
"Almost is still almost wrong."
Wang Dong'er was so angry that she wanted to stomp her foot, but she couldn't stand steadily on one foot, so Xiao Xiao quickly pulled her up.
Cui Yajie laughed out loud from behind.
...
That evening, at the Sea God Pavilion.
Yan Shaozhe walked through the long corridor and stopped in front of the door of the innermost quiet room.
He hesitated for a moment, then knocked on the door.
"Come in."
His voice was old, but full of energy.
Yan Shaozhe pushed open the door and went in.
The quiet room is small and minimally furnished, with just a chair and a bookshelf.
Mu En leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes to rest, and on the small table in front of him was a pot of tea that had gone cold.
"Teacher, I'm sorry to disturb your rest."
Mu En opened one eye: "You came to see me, it must be something important. Speak."
Yan Shaozhe did not sit down, but stood in front of Mu En and spoke for a few seconds.
"An issue arose during today's final assessment for new students."
Mu En opened both of his eyes.
"A freshman from the 34th grade, whose martial soul is the White Tiger, briefly reached a state of unity of essence, energy, and spirit while exchanging blows with a classmate whose martial soul is the Goddess of Light Butterfly."
Mu En didn't speak, but his fingers stopped tapping on the chair armrest.
Yan Shaozhe continued:
"It's not just the three-in-one. In that state, I also sensed a fourth thing: belief. He integrated his belief in victory into the unity of his spirit and energy, forming a powerful force."
It was quiet for a long time.
Mu En slowly sat up straight.
"What's the name of that student you're talking about?"
"Dai Huabin. A direct descendant of the Dai family of the Star Luo Empire, and the son of the Duke of White Tiger. I met him once when he enrolled. He was indeed talented, but there was nothing particularly outrageous about him."
Mu En tapped the armrest twice with his fingers.
"I remember this kid. I ran into him at the dormitory entrance on the first day of freshman enrollment. At the time, I thought he had a solid foundation and was a good prospect, but that was all."
"Teacher, a Soul Master can already touch upon the unity of essence, energy, and spirit, and even incorporates the power of belief..."
Yan Shaozhe lowered his tone.
"In all my years of life, I've only ever seen this happen to one person."
Mu En didn't respond.
He doesn't need to answer.
Because the person Yan Shaozhe was talking about was himself.
Even his great-great-grandson, Beibei, did not reach this level.
The ultimate mystery created by Mu En throughout his life, "Ruling the World," is the ultimate unity of essence, energy, and spirit. It is further enhanced by the lifelong belief of the Dragon God Douluo, which condenses into an absolute force that can subdue all things.
How many years did it take him to reach this level?
Fifty-seven years.
It was only when he was seventy years old, after his soul power broke through to level ninety-five, that he truly achieved the fusion of essence, energy, and spirit for the first time.
This child, from the class of '34, touched that door during a freshman assessment.
Mu En's fingers lingered on the armrest for a long time.
Does he know it himself?
"They probably don't know."
"That's right."
Mu En nodded and continued.
"True enlightenment is never something that can be deliberately created. The more naturally it is triggered under extreme pressure, the more it shows that the seed is already there in that person's very being."
Yan Shaozhe waited a while, and seeing that Mu En didn't seem inclined to continue, he tentatively asked:
"Teacher, you mean..."
Mu En slowly began to speak:
"Keep an eye on him. If his talent is truly like this, he might just rule the world..."
Yan Shaozhe was startled.
Mu En didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was already very clear.
Dragon God Douluo Mu En, former dean of Shrek Academy and one of the few Limit Douluos on the continent, has decided to take on a disciple.
"I understand, teacher."
Yan Shaozhe bowed and turned to leave the quiet room.
Mu En leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.
Dai Huabin.
The direct descendants of the Baihu Dai family.
interesting.
...
Night fell.
The first floor of the freshman dormitory building.
Dai Huabin was helped back to his dormitory by Zhu Lu.
His physical strength had recovered somewhat, but his mental energy was still empty, and he would occasionally sway when walking.
Zhu Lu pushed him onto the bed and then went to fetch a basin of hot water.
"No need to bother, just take a nap."
Zhu Lu ignored him, wrung out a hot towel, and wiped away the dried sweat and dust from his forehead. Her movements were very gentle, afraid of touching the wound on his chest.
Dai Huabin leaned against the pillow, watching Zhu Lu busy herself.
"Lulu."
"Um?"
"Thanks."
Zhu Lu paused for a moment, then continued wiping.
"You're welcome."
Her voice was soft, but steady.
Dai Huabin smiled and closed his eyes.
Sleepiness washed over him like a tidal wave. He didn't even have the strength to resist; his consciousness sank, and he fell into a deep sleep.
Zhu Lu folded the handkerchief and placed it on the bedside table. She then checked the bandage on his chest again to make sure it was secure before sitting down on the chair next to him.
She leaned back in her chair and stared at Dai Huabin's profile for a long time.
Then, she turned her head to one side and fell asleep.
...
late at night.
Dai Huabin's consciousness sank into an endless darkness.
He knew this was the sea of the spirit.
His spiritual sea was calm, like stagnant water. The battle during the day had drained his mental energy completely, leaving not even a ripple on the surface.
But the spiritual sea was slowly recovering on its own. Subtle energy seeped in from all directions, filling the void bit by bit.
Dai Huabin's consciousness floated in the sea of his mind, half asleep and half awake.
Then he felt it.
In a corner of the sea of consciousness, the gray ball of light that had been quietly waiting moved.
It's not an illusion.
The ball of light trembled slightly, the frequency increasing, as if something was about to burst out from within.
The gray light began to brighten.
Strands of faint silvery-white light seeped out from the gray light cluster, drifting aimlessly on the surface of the spiritual sea.
Dai Huabin regained most of his consciousness in an instant.
Electrolux.
Former Holy Mage of the Necromancer faction.
In the original novel, Electrolux exists within Huo Yuhao's spiritual sea and is one of the key figures who helps Huo Yuhao grow.
Dai Huabin had been waiting.
I've been waiting for more than three months.
The gray light cluster trembled more and more violently.
The silvery-white filaments no longer wandered aimlessly, but began to converge, forming a thin halo around the light cluster.
Then, a voice rang out.
It was very light and felt very distant, as if it were coming from underwater.
"I never imagined I would meet such a child in this world."
Dai Huabin held his breath.
He waited a few seconds to make sure the voice wasn't a hallucination.
Then he tentatively spoke in his mind.
"Senior, you're awake?"
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