Outside the arena, Zhu Zhuqing's gaze had become dreamy. She never stopped watching Dai Mubai, and when she saw the wildness in those evil eyes, the excitement in her heart was almost impossible to contain.
She was different from Xiao Wu. If Tang San were injured, Xiao Wu would be so anxious she'd want to rush in immediately. But Zhu Zhuqing wouldn't be like that. Though she always maintained a cold front toward Dai Mubai, deep in her heart, since the year she was born, the owner of those evil eyes had already been destined to be her man.
Seeing her man display his power on the battlefield, she would never try to stop him. If she could, she would fight alongside him. If she could only be a spectator, then she would simply be a spectator. She wouldn't worry about whether Dai Mubai won or lost. If he won, she would tend to his wounds. If he died, she would follow him into death. Her man was a powerful man, and when Zhu Zhuqing had truly come to understand Dai Mubai's character, she had long since decided that she would never let her tears become a factor that influenced him.
The golden light turned back into white as sphere after sphere of light began to radiate around Dai Mubai's body.
The blue-violet glow contracted, transforming back into blue. Tendrils of lightning converged, coalescing into a blue dragon roughly a metre in length.
The Evil-Eyed White Tiger's fourth soul skill — White Tiger Meteor Shower.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon's fourth soul skill — Blue Lightning Divine Dragon Rush.
This was the final collision that would decide the victor. There would be no tricks, only a clash of their full power.
In the VIP box, Emperor Xue Ye had risen to his feet, his expression grave. When the emperor stood, how could anyone else remain seated? Every student and teacher from every academy was now standing as well, watching for the final result of this battle. Regardless of the outcome, the overwhelming presence of these two was certain to be etched deep into their hearts.
The third soul skill was on the verge of collapse. Only by using it as a foundation to unleash the fourth soul skill at this final moment could victory be seized.
Yu Tianxin knew this, and Dai Mubai knew it too. That was why they had made the same choice — to unleash their final strikes at this very instant, and to decide the outcome of this battle at this very moment.
When White Tiger Blazing Light Wave had clashed with Thunderclap, it had been Dai Mubai condensing his soul power while his opponent fired in a barrage. Now, when White Tiger Meteor Shower faced Blue Lightning Divine Dragon Rush, the situation was exactly reversed.
Countless white meteors shot outward, and by the time they streaked through midair, they had been completely suffused with golden light.
The blue dragon bared its fangs and brandished its claws, surging forward to meet the meteors that would determine its fate.
The violent collision sent waves of wailing through the arena as massive clods of earth were blasted skyward by the tremendous explosive force. In the very first instant of impact, no one could tell whether the dragon would annihilate the meteors or the meteors would destroy the dragon. The result would be revealed in just a few breaths.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom…
The deafening series of explosions drowned both domineering figures beneath a shroud of dust. A mushroom cloud of earth and soil soared into the sky above the arena. The shockwaves generated by the violent soul power forced the competition team members from every academy — those nearest to the field — to channel their own soul power just to withstand the blast.
The Tian Dou Empire's banners lining the arena's perimeter snapped and crackled violently under the immense force of the shockwave.
It was over. Everything was over.
When the dust had settled, when all the splendour had faded to nothing, when both dragon and tiger had vanished — everything was truly finished.
Two men still stood. Two battered, bloodied men — neither had fallen. Standing there, they gazed at their opponent. Neither moved.
Yu Tianxin smiled, and Dai Mubai smiled too. Though their smiles looked stiff, they were filled with genuine respect.
"You're strong. Stronger than I imagined. Was that your true power? I lost." Reluctant as he was, he had to admit it. Yu Tianxin spoke those words calmly.
Dai Mubai replied evenly, "No, you didn't lose. You lost this match, but your heart didn't lose to me. I look forward to our next clash."
"Good." The last word slipped from Yu Tianxin's mouth, and the next instant, he finally lost all control of his body. He crashed to the ground like a toppling mountain, his dragon scales shattering simultaneously as blood sprayed in every direction.
Dai Mubai was still standing. His back remained straight as he painfully, slowly turned. His gaze first fell upon the Great Master. Then upon Tang San, Ma Hongjun, Oscar — his group of companions. It was as if he were telling them all: I won. Shrek won.