Chapter 91 Dai Huabin's Blood Pressure Soars
"I don't know!" Zheng Xiaolong shook his head blankly.
For a rookie not even at Soul Grandmaster level, this question was way beyond him. His "version" hadn't been updated enough to see through Cao Jinxuan's condition.
Xiao Xiao wasn't much better either. Her innocent, silly little face made that obvious.
At this moment, Lin Yun fell into thought.
The next second, he stopped thinking.
Even with his heel, he could figure it out—this guy must have suffered backlash from using Time Solidification on him and Qing'er. The backlash had wrecked him. He just didn't know why it hit so hard.
But it wasn't strange. After all, Lin Yun had reaped great benefits from his enlightenment during that moment. For someone at mere Soul Grandmaster level, reaching such a degree was impossible. Even if Cao Jinxuan got drained dry, Lin Yun wouldn't be surprised.
The fact he wasn't dead was already a miracle.
Even Yan Shaozhe, who had been watching from the shadows, couldn't stay calm. In a flash, he appeared before Cao Jinxuan, placing his hand on his shoulder, channeling warm light-element soul power into his body to probe his state.
Meanwhile, Zhou Sichen anxiously wiped the blood from Cao Jinxuan's face, waiting for Yan Shaozhe's "diagnosis."
After a while, Yan Shaozhe opened his eyes, brows tightly knit, his expression grim.
"Teacher, how is Cao Jinxuan?" Zhou Sichen asked quickly.
He didn't know who Yan Shaozhe was, but judging from his sudden appearance, he understood this was definitely a powerful teacher of Shrek Academy. Asking him was surely right.
"Soul skill backlash. And the consequences are extremely severe. His martial soul has shattered. Recovery will likely take a very long time." Yan Shaozhe spoke in a low voice.
"Martial soul… shattered?" Zhou Sichen muttered blankly, as if night itself had fallen upon him. Guilt crushed him.
If not for his words, Cao Jinxuan probably wouldn't have used his soul skill on Lin Yun and Qing'er, and thus wouldn't have suffered backlash, leaving his martial soul broken and his body gravely wounded.
After all, Lin Yun couldn't really be blamed. Zhou Sichen even felt a strange sense, as if he had tried to extort someone unfairly.
"Will the match continue?" Yan Shaozhe looked toward Zhou Sichen and Long Xiangyue.
"No, Teacher. We concede." Zhou Sichen shook his head bitterly.
Continue?
Fight what?
They hadn't even laid a hand on the opponent, and one of theirs was already crippled. And looking at that scorpion exuding terrifying cold aura, Zhou Sichen and the others had no will to fight left.
"Very well. I will take this student away first. The academy will invite a high-level healing-type soul master to treat him." Yan Shaozhe nodded, then waved his hand, carrying the unconscious Cao Jinxuan into the air.
Thus, this quarterfinal ended in such a bizarre fashion.
Lin Yun's team became the first to advance into the semifinals.
After the match, Lin Yun quickly bid farewell to Xiao Xiao and Zheng Xiaolong, then returned to his dormitory. Sitting cross-legged on the bed, he began to reflect on that strange fluctuation he had sensed in the arena.
Until today, Lin Yun's understanding of the Golden Dragon King had been its peerless body and its indestructible power of destruction. But after experiencing Cao Jinxuan's control, he realized the Golden Dragon King might also wield time manipulation.
Yet the sensation was vague, and since the Golden Dragon King's bloodline in his body hadn't been fully awakened, his grasp of this temporal ability remained hazy.
Lin Yun needed to do one thing—before that vague sensation faded, he had to comprehend as much of the power of time as possible.
The sooner he touched upon the power of time, the better. Perhaps in the future he truly could master it, piercing through space and traversing time, becoming a Temporal Dragon God.
From that day onward, Lin Yun had already stepped onto a path completely different from the Golden Dragon King. Though he did not yet realize it, this choice had already laid the foundation for his future.
It also meant that if he continued walking down this road, his achievements were destined to surpass those of the Golden Dragon King.
The future was full of promise.
Elsewhere, the quarterfinal draw took place. Whether by chance or because someone had meddled, Huo Yuhao's team did not draw a Soul Elder team, but instead matched against a group of three Soul Grandmasters.
A free win.
This resulted in two Soul Elder teams clashing directly. Dai Huabin and Xie Huanyue collided in a fierce battle between the assault-type White Tiger and the defensive Iron Elephant.
As expected, Huo Yuhao's side claimed victory. Princess Tang carried the team almost single-handedly, while Huo "the freeloader" clung to her leg, thoroughly enjoying the ride.
On the other hand, Dai Huabin and Xie Huanyue's fight was harder to judge.
At the Soul Elder level, Dai Huabin could not yet fully showcase the White Tiger Martial Soul's advantages. Ever since Dai Mubai, the White Tiger line's soul skills had followed the same set: White Tiger Body Barrier, White Tiger Light Wave, and White Tiger Vajra Transformation. Before the fourth ring, they lacked any decisive killing move and could only rely on close combat.
Coincidentally, Xie Huanyue was also a close-combat specialist.
In the original, he was described simply as: a meatball.
When he used his soul skill, bouncing from the ground and slamming down, the pressure was like a pig falling from the sky. His formidable defense let him shrug off Dai Huabin's tiger claws. As long as his eyes or other weak points weren't struck, Xie Huanyue practically crushed Dai Huabin.
The son of the White Tiger Duke turned red with rage. It was humiliation!
Normally, assault types suppressed defense types—when had the reverse ever happened? A defense type beating down an assault type?
And he was the White Tiger Duke's heir. How could Dai Huabin possibly endure such disgrace?
He couldn't.
So, the trump card martial soul fusion technique he had been saving for Lin Yun was unleashed in a fit of fury. With blood pressure soaring, he lost all restraint, and the massive Nether White Tiger appeared in the arena.
Once the Nether White Tiger was unleashed, Dai Huabin's regret was immense.
Compared to a moment of anger, the freshman championship should have been his goal. But now, with the Nether White Tiger already used, the fusion skill was on cooldown. By the finals, he would no longer have it.
At that moment, Dai Huabin wanted nothing more than to kill Xie Huanyue. The Nether White Tiger treated the unlucky boy like a football, kicking him all over the stage.
And honestly, two soul masters fusing for a martial soul fusion skill—when it came to kicking a ball, their technique alone could humiliate the national soccer team.
It was almost beautiful to watch.
Considering the kind of rare delicacies Dai Huabin's group had grown up eating, it wasn't surprising their "skills" were stronger than the national team's. It was only natural—the problem lay in poor diet elsewhere.
In the end, the four semifinal teams were decided:
Freshman Class Eight, Lin Yun's team.
Freshman Class Eight, Ning Tian's team.
Freshman Class Four, Wang Dong's team.
Freshman Class Four, Dai Huabin's team.
The stage for the semifinals was about to be set.
And at that time, Lin Yun awoke from his meditative comprehension.
(End of this chapter)
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