Chapter 46: Hundred Convergence: Blood Pierce
After a brief moment of surprise, the teachers quickly regained their composure.
Since ancient times, the Duke White Tiger lineage and the Zhu Family have maintained a close relationship. Back when the Duke White Tiger lineage was the Royal Family of the Star Luo Empire, the Zhu Family served as hereditary chancellors.
Furthermore, the Martial Soul Fusion Skill of the two families has a history of over ten thousand years, so it wasn't too shocking for one to appear in this generation.
The aura of the White Tiger and the Hell Civet completely merged, and dense Soul Power fluctuations erupted from the two of them like a geyser at that moment.
The dazzling light swallowed their figures. When the radiance subsided, a colossal beast had appeared on the Soul Dueling Platform.
It was over eight meters long and more than two meters tall at the shoulder, covered in illusory black and white fur. The 'King' character on its forehead glowed faintly, and its tiger eyes shot out fierce light, radiating a heart-stopping pressure.
Martial Soul Fusion Skill: Hell White Tiger!
Wu Feng and Dugu Qing, who were currently maneuvering against Cui Yajie, felt the immense aura emanating from the giant tiger and their hearts sank.
A Martial Soul Fusion Skill has always been the ultimate trump card that causes a qualitative change in a Soul Master's strength.
The Hell White Tiger formed by the fusion of a three-ring Soul Elder and a two-ring Great Soul Master definitely reached the level of a top-tier Spirit Ancestor!
This level of strength could already contend head-on with an unrestrained Lin Xuan.
What's more, the Shadow Martial Soul that Lin Xuan relied upon most was being severely suppressed by those six beams of intense light!
The surrounding crowd involuntarily held their breath.
Some hoped that Lin Xuan could once again stage a miraculous, crushing victory, but in the eyes of most, a certain anticipation burned faintly.
They were eager to witness the moment this genius, who always stood above the clouds, would finally fall.
On the sidelines, Nangong Yuner looked at the Hell White Tiger, which dominated the entire arena, and couldn't help but ask softly,
"Ning Tian, can Lin Xuan... win this time?"
Ning Tian stood quietly, her gaze fixed firmly on the figure in the arena.
Far from showing worry, her eyes held an increasingly bright glow. She spoke without turning her head, her tone full of confidence,
"He will win."
"But that's the Hell White Tiger, and Lin Xuan's ability is being..." Nangong Yuner was still uneasy.
"Just watch." Ning Tian's lips curled up slightly. "Dai Huabin has calculated many things, but he missed one thing..."
"He has never truly understood what he is facing."
In the arena, the Hell White Tiger did not rush to attack.
The massive tiger head lifted, and Dai Huabin's deep, echoing voice boomed from the giant tiger's mouth,
"Lin Xuan, your weakness isn't just your Shadow!"
He slowly paced, an invisible sense of oppression enveloping the entire field.
"Your Martial Soul is indeed bizarre—offense, defense, control, displacement, summoning—it seems omnipotent. But regrettably, you have a fatal flaw: you lack the absolute burst power to decide a fight with a single strike!"
"That black-red lightning might barely count as half, but it requires preparation, it's unstable, and it relies on specific circumstances... In a true life-and-death struggle, who would give an enemy the chance to charge a fatal blow?"
These words shocked many students, and upon closer reflection, they found that they actually made sense.
Although the methods Lin Xuan had displayed so far were numerous and unpredictable, he did seem to lack the ultimate single-target killing power that could instantly decide victory.
Although Black Flash was powerful, as Dai Huabin said, its prerequisites were demanding, making it an unreliable choice in fast-paced confrontations.
Cold, smug light flashed in the Hell White Tiger's eyes, as if victory was already secured.
"Now, with your Shadow gone and lacking burst power, what do you have to fight my Martial Soul Fusion Skill? Lin Xuan, your undefeated legend ends right—!"
"Are you done talking?"
Lin Xuan suddenly spoke, interrupting Dai Huabin.
He still wore that inscrutable, relaxed smile on his face, and even, under the gaze of the crowd, lightly patted dust that wasn't there off his hands.
Dai Huabin was furious, and terrifying killing intent solidified and spread.
"You're courting death—!"
"Since you're finished,"
Lin Xuan stopped looking at him, slowly opening his arms with a posture that was almost casual,
"then..."
He brought his hands together in front of him, palms touching, and then—
Clap!
A crisp clapping sound reached the ears of everyone present.
The instant his palms met, the aura around Lin Xuan abruptly changed.
The lazy casualness that had always surrounded him instantly vanished, replaced by cold killing intent and a chilling sense of menace.
He lifted his gaze toward the imposing Hell White Tiger. The smile on his lips deepened, but it held not a trace of warmth.
"You may lose now."
The entire arena was dead silent.
Even though Lin Xuan had only brought his hands together and no attack had yet appeared, everyone felt an inexplicable chill run up their spines.
Yan Shaozhe's pupils contracted slightly, and his body unconsciously leaned forward a fraction.
Inside the Hell White Tiger, Dai Huabin's roar and Zhu Lu's cry of surprise exploded simultaneously. The massive tiger body stopped waiting, enveloping itself in destructive momentum as it lunged forward with a crash!
The next moment, Lin Xuan spoke softly.
"Hundred Convergence: Blood Pierce."
Before his voice faded, a water line, only as thick as an index finger and condensed to the extreme, shot out from between his clasped hands!
It was so fast that it was difficult to track with the eye, leaving the sharp shriek of tearing air far behind!
In the entire Outer Academy, only a handful of powerful individuals like Yan Shaozhe, Xuan Zi, and Du Weiren could barely catch the trajectory of the water line when it first appeared.
In the eyes of everyone else, they only saw a solidified pillar of water appear out of thin air, starting from Lin Xuan and traversing the entire Assessment Area!
The process in between was completely unobstructed.
The Hell White Tiger, which was pouncing down like thunder from the sky, was instantly pierced through the body by this water line!
There was no violent collision as expected, no roar of Soul Power explosion, only the smooth passage of a red-hot steel needle through butter.
"Roar—Pfft!"
The Hell White Tiger's ferocious maw suddenly opened, but it only let out a muffled roar of pain, as large amounts of bright red blood gushed out like a spring, spraying onto the ground.
The unstoppable pounce was forcibly cut short, and the massive body formed by the fusion skill lost balance and crashed heavily to the ground.
But the water line did not dissipate or break due to penetrating its target; instead, like an unparalleled sharp blade, it silently and smoothly sliced upward!
Lin Xuan's feet shifted slightly, and his clasped hands adjusted accordingly, causing the deadly water line suspended in the air to sweep horizontally!
It swept over the audience seats, and in the reflection of countless horrified, shrinking pupils, it instantly sliced off a corner of the viewing platform, leaving the cut surface smooth as a mirror.
Immediately afterward, the water line drew a cold arc in the air, reversed direction, and, like a descending sword of judgment, vertically slashed down toward the struggling Hell White Tiger below!
Just as the water line was about to completely tear apart the Hell White Tiger, a figure Teleported between the two!
It was the examination proctor!
He crossed his arms over his chest, and his powerful Soul Power surged out, forming a solid, heavy golden light shield in front of him.
"Clang—!!!"
An ear-splitting collision sound erupted. The instant the water line met the light shield, sparks like clashing metal and a grating, acidic friction sound burst forth.
The proctor's arm muscles bulged, and his expression changed slightly. The clear feedback of power made his eye twitch uncontrollably.
The condensation and destructive power of this attack far exceeded his estimation!
Fortunately, he was a Spirit Emperor; otherwise, a Spirit King might not have been able to easily take this move.
His gaze quickly swept behind Lin Xuan.
There, Cui Yajie had collapsed to the ground, unconscious. Clearly, at the same moment the Hell White Tiger was severely injured, she was also seized upon and defeated by the combined efforts of Wu Feng and Dugu Qing.
Her only role was to delay those two for as long as possible, creating an opportunity for Dai Huabin to win in one strike.
It was just a pity that this opportunity had never truly existed.
"The victor has been decided!"
The proctor's loud voice echoed throughout the arena. At the same time, his Soul Power burst forth again, completely shattering the water line that was still trying to penetrate the shield.
It scattered into ordinary droplets.
"Semi-finals, first match, Lin Xuan's team wins!"
However, the expected gasps, cheers, or uproar did not materialize.
The response was a silence even more oppressive than before.
The faces of all the onlookers were frozen in expressions of shock. Their brains seemed to still be processing the scene that was both fleeting and utterly devastating.
Water? A water line?
It wasn't the brilliant light of a Soul skills, nor a massive energy impact, and no Soul Ring had even lit up—it was just... water, shot from his palm, too fast to see clearly.
And then, the arrogant Hell White Tiger was easily pierced and cut open by it, like paper being sliced.
They couldn't understand.
How many unrevealed methods did Lin Xuan still hide? How many more trump cards had he yet to unveil?
Why was it that every time someone thought they had seen through his weakness, the next moment he would use the most astounding method to crush that so-called weakness into dust?
Was he truly giving them a flicker of hope, only to ruthlessly extinguish it and force them to see the depth of the abyss of despair?
When the crowd finally managed to recover from the enormous shock and subconsciously searched for the figure in the arena, they found that Lin Xuan was no longer in his original spot.
He had turned around at some point and was walking calmly toward the edge of the arena.
His back was peaceful, his steps neither hurried nor slow, as if, just as he had said before the match, the competition against Dai Huabin and his team was nothing more than a boring game of make-believe.
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