Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I am the White Emperor of Heaven

Chapter 663 Tang San's Despair

Dai Chengfeng nodded and raised his hand in a gesture of pressing down.

A gentle yet powerful force swept over him, and the terrifying vision of slaughter in Tang San's mind receded like a tide. Although he was still in excruciating pain and his vision was blurred, at least his consciousness had returned to clarity.

He collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, his eyes filled with fear, resentment, and a deep sense of powerlessness as he looked at Dai Chengfeng.

lost.

Completely defeated.

It was not just a crushing defeat in terms of strength, but a complete collapse in terms of will, martial spirit, and even the understanding of power.

The entire Great Soul Arena was deathly silent.

Everyone was so shocked by this final scene that they were speechless.

That terrifying killing field, that "blood slaughter across a hundred miles" where energy is condensed into blades that slay souls and steal spirits, is deeply imprinted in the hearts of every spectator.

Who could have imagined that a duel between juniors could unleash such power that transcends cognition and touches upon the very rules?

Bibi Dong slowly sat back down, her beautiful eyes sparkling with pride and excitement.

Her little man was surprisingly powerful!

The God of Slaughter Domain, Soul Skills, a profound understanding of Martial Souls... How many more surprises does he have that she doesn't know about?

Dai Mubai collapsed to the ground, his face ashen.

At this moment, all notions of royal legitimacy, sibling rivalry, pride, and resentment vanished.

Faced with the absolute power displayed by Dai Chengfeng, his petty schemes seemed so laughable and so insignificant.

He couldn't even muster the slightest thought of comparison; he felt only deep awe and...despair.

Tang Hao, hidden in the shadows, slowly loosened his clenched fist; his palm was pierced by his fingernails, and blood seeped out.

He looked down at his distraught son, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

Shocked by Dai Chengfeng's terrifying strength and potential, and heartbroken for the mistress's setbacks and mental trauma, a strange emotion also arises.

Perhaps, this crushing defeat isn't entirely a bad thing for the proud and arrogant mistress...

But is this Dai Chengfeng a human or a monster?!
Ignoring the gazes of the crowd, Dai Chengfeng turned around and looked at the equally shocked and speechless host.

The host then seemed to snap out of a daze, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and announced in a slightly trembling voice:
"Team spirit, Spirit Hall Academy team, victory!"

After the sound faded, the audience remained completely silent until, several breaths later, a deafening roar erupted, a mixture of fear, awe, and fervor.

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Looking at the excited crowd, Dai Chengfeng calmly withdrew his aura, as if the earth-shattering battle just now was nothing more than an insignificant drill.

However, this tranquility was transformed into an even more dazzling light in the eyes of the girls.

"Chengfeng—!"

A crisp cry rang out, and a pink figure almost rushed off the stands without hesitation, but was pulled back by Ning Rongrong beside her. However, Ning Rongrong's own eyes were also filled with excitement, and her cheeks were flushed with excitement.
"That was amazing! Dai Chengfeng, you were incredible! That last move... it was simply... it was like a god's move!"

As the youngest princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, she had a wealth of knowledge, but she had never seen such a breathtaking and dazzling power in anyone her age.

That was a kind of power that transcended soul skills and touched the very essence of existence.

Zhu Zhuqing didn't speak, but just quietly looked at the stage.

The ice in her clear, cold eyes seemed to melt, revealing a complex and unreadable light—concern, shock, and a barely perceptible sense of relief. She knew better than anyone how much Dai Chengfeng had sacrificed for power, and he deserved this moment of radiant glory.

Hu Liena also came over gracefully, her eyes revealing both pride and tenderness.

Unlike Xiao Wu, she wasn't impatient. She simply raised her chin slightly, a breathtaking smile curving her lips. Her gaze pierced through the crowd, fixing firmly on Dai Chengfeng, her eyes seeming to say:
Look, this is my choice, my man.

Xiao Wu was stopped by Ning Rongrong, but her big eyes were already filled with pride and joy, as well as deep admiration.

She waved vigorously at Dai Chengfeng, as if trying to send her cheers directly to his ears.

However, this cheer for Dai Chengfeng was like a knife piercing the eyes of another person.

"Xiao Wu..."

Tang San slumped on the cold ground, the excruciating pain in his mind still churning, his vision blurring, and a buzzing in his ears.

Hearing that familiar voice, he gasped for breath and instinctively looked up, trying to find that figure.

Then, he looked up and saw...

I saw that pink figure that I once knew best, cared about most, and then suddenly disappeared.

However, the figure didn't look at him, but instead waved its arms excitedly in Dai Chengfeng's direction.

In an instant, a pain even more suffocating than a mental tearing apart suddenly enveloped Tang San's heart.

His vision blurred, and Xiao Wu's smiling face and Dai Chengfeng's calm and upright back overlapped and intertwined in his hazy vision.

The surrounding noise, the host's announcement, the exclamations of his companions... all sounds quickly faded away, becoming insignificant background noise.

He lost.

They lost the game, they lost their pride, and perhaps... they lost even more.

Dai Mubai struggled to come over and help him, but only saw Tang San with his head down, his messy hair covering his eyes, revealing only his tightly pursed, bloodless lips and his slightly twitching jaw.

Tang San no longer looked at Xiao Wu, nor at Dai Chengfeng, who was shining brightly on the stage.

With trembling arms, he barely managed to support his weak body, trying to stand up from the cold ground.

Dai Mubai's hand froze in mid-air halfway out. He could clearly see the almost broken, ashen look on Tang San's lowered face.

This is not a simple exhaustion of soul power or physical injury, but a kind of dejection where one is emptied out from the inside and defeated.

Dai Mubai felt as if something was blocking his throat. He wanted to say something, but even something as simple as "Let's go" seemed incredibly difficult at that moment.

He looked around; the clamor was dedicated to the victor, Dai Chengfeng…

He took a deep breath, dejected: "Mistress, let's go."

Oscar and Ma Hongjun also struggled to get closer, their faces equally filled with lingering fear and frustration.

Ma Hongjun wanted to curse, but after opening his mouth, he just dejectedly wiped his face.

Oscar silently pulled out a few large sausages, his hand trembling slightly as he handed them over.

They supported each other, standing out starkly from the boisterous cheers and celebrations around them.

The gazes cast from the audience were complex and difficult to describe; there was sympathy, sighs, and, more than anything, a subconscious disregard for the loser.

"Next time, I will definitely win next time!"

"I am Tang San, I am destiny!!!"

(End of this chapter)