Tang Wulin, you have already chosen your own death!

Zhou Sichen, sitting in the audience, could already imagine just how popular Tang Wulin would be among the female students in the academy.

Wu Feng remained the same as always.

That's a soul tool...

Ning Tian's azure eyes shimmered as he stared at Tang Wulin's battle armor, which exuded a dangerous aura, and the soul power surging within it.

Tang Wulin didn't try to hide it.

They even made a point of displaying it, showing it openly to everyone present.

I was secretly overjoyed.

We also owe a great deal to Dai Huabin.

Otherwise, what kind of enemy would be defeated head-on for everyone to notice his battle armor?

The Netherworld White Tiger is indeed a good target.

That really gave him a great advertisement.

Brother Bin is awesome!

Tang Wulin's gaze swept over the bustling crowd, and he quickly spotted a familiar figure on the isolation barrier at the edge of the assessment area.

Wang Dong lay on the isolation panel.

Her large, pinkish-blue eyes gazed intently inward, her expression becoming increasingly complex when she saw Tang Wulin's golden battle armor.

Tang Wulin's lips curled up, revealing a smug smile that he made no attempt to hide.

He deliberately raised his right arm high, pointing it towards Wang Dong, and flexed and extended his five fingers as if to show off.

Wang Dong clearly understood what he meant.

Her pink lips immediately pouted unhappily, and she puffed out her cheeks as if she had two small pine cones stuffed inside.

She glared at Tang Wulin, turned her head away, and made as if to leave, but she didn't move her feet. Out of the corner of her eye, she couldn't help but glance at the dark gold arm armor.

snort!

What's with the attitude!

It's just a metal shell!

This lord...this lord doesn't care!

Wang Dong was feeling a little upset.

They said they didn't care, but their eyes were glued to the screen.

The students could all see the power of the battle armor.

Qian Duoduo and Yan Shaozhe, two big names in the world of Soul Masters, are no exception.

"Well, Lao Yan, do you still think our soul tools are just a bunch of weird tricks?" Qian Duoduo laughed triumphantly.

Yan Shaozhe snorted coldly: "You talk as if it's the achievement of your Soul Guidance Department. Wu Lin is a member of our Martial Soul Department."

Furthermore, his technology is primarily based on martial spirits, and his personal soul tool is designed entirely to serve martial spirits, without deviating from the principles of our martial spirit system.

Ultimately, soul tools are for the service of soul masters.

"Hey!" Qian Duoduo squinted, looking unconvinced: "What nonsense are you spouting, Lao Yan? When did Tang Wulin become one of your Martial Soul Department members?"

He was raised by our Soul Guidance Department.

“Xiao Tao and Wu Lin are in love, and she will definitely inherit our Martial Soul lineage in the future. Old Qian, don’t even dream about it.” Yan Shaozhe laughed.

Qian Duoduo was slow-witted. He slapped his thigh in regret, only then realizing the truth.

Damn it!

You can play it like this?

Do they have beautiful female heirs in their Martial Soul Department, but we don't have any in our Soul Guidance Department?

Qian Duoduo looked directly at Fan Yu.

Fan Yu couldn't hold back any longer.

Does radish count?

Seeing Yan Shaozhe's smug look made Qian Duoduo feel worse than if he were killed.

His eyes darted around, and he added, "Old Yan, to put it bluntly, the future still belongs to our Soul Guidance Department. Doesn't your Martial Soul Department insist on Martial Soul as its foundation?"

When it comes to talking, Qian Duoduo is no match for Yan Shaozhe, who is full of tricks.

Yan Shaozhe said, "A cat is a good cat as long as it catches mice, whether it's black or white."

Who told you that our Martial Soul system is going to reject Soul Tools and stop developing them?

It's not that we're not developing soul tools; it's that we're developing them after careful consideration, slowly, gradually, and in a planned manner.

We must forge a path for soul tools that reflects the unique characteristics of our martial soul system.

Qian Duoduo was speechless after hearing this; the words stuck in her throat, and her bronze skin turned red.

"Haha, I'm going to have a talk with Wu Lin."

Yan Shaozhe stood up gracefully, leaving only his back to Qian Duoduo.

Tang Wulin was also a shrewd person.

He had been waiting for Yan Shaozhe outside the assessment area for a while.

The two men put their arms around each other's shoulders and acted very friendly; anyone who didn't know them would think they were brothers.

Tang Wulin concealed the origin of the battle armor and attributed it to Wu Changkong.

It also obscured the strength of the battle armor.

After all, in Yan Shaozhe's eyes, this was a newly emerging soul guidance technology, and instability was the norm.

If you told him that the One-Word Battle Armor could make a Soul King rival a Soul Saint, then you could tell him that.

Yan Shaozhe probably thought he was a huge liar.

So Yan Shaozhe waved his hand and mobilized all his resources to help Tang Wulin.

All the expenses for the battle armor were paid for by Dean Yan!

In any case, the right to interpret the rules rests entirely with Tang Wulin, let alone these ancient soul masters from ten thousand years ago.

He couldn't recreate the battle armor on his own.

We also need Wu Changkong and Gu Yuena's assistance.

Ultimately, how much to sell, how to sell, who to sell to, and how much profit to make are all up to them.

He wasn't after Yan Shaozhe's resources... well, not at all.

The main requirement is the endorsement of Shrek Academy and the Sea God Pavilion.

I just finished talking with Yan Shaozhe.

Wang Dong, her pretty face full of curiosity, jumped out. Although she was quite interested in the battle armor, she stubbornly refused to say so.

This really made Tang Wulin laugh.

After teasing Wang Dong until he blushed deeply, he finally agreed that the first battle armor to be sold to the public would definitely be his.

The sun rises and sets.

Medical room.

The incandescent bulb swayed, its light somewhat dazzling.

As Dai Huabin gradually regained consciousness amidst the stinging pain, the humiliation of being slapped in public echoed repeatedly in his mind.

He struggled to his feet and saw the horrifying face reflected in the mirror.

His swollen, purplish eye sockets were narrowed to slits, his nose was crooked to one side, and his lips were like two overly congested sausages, gaping open to reveal his missing teeth.

His face was covered in a mix of blue and purple, completely obscuring his once handsome and stern features.

Dai Huabin stared intently at himself in the mirror.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his breathing suddenly became rapid.

Tang! Wu! Lin!

The name screamed wildly in my heart.

"Hua Bin, you're awake?" A worried voice rang out.

Dai Huabin turned his head and found Zhu Lu sitting next to him, looking tired, as if she had been sitting there for a long time.

"How are you feeling? Does it still hurt? Should we call a healing soul master to come and take another look?" Zhu Lu asked with concern.

But Dai Huabin remained unmoved, his expression cold.

For some reason, Zhu Lu originally thought Dai Huabin's cold and stern demeanor was very handsome, and that's how a man should be.

But today...

"Hua Bin, don't be too sad, and don't torture yourself." Zhu Lu forced herself to believe this, trying to comfort her: "Tang Wulin's talent is indeed far beyond ours, you've seen it yourself. Losing to him isn't shameful, we..."

"Not shameful?" Dai Huabin's voice was hoarse, like a broken bellows.

He abruptly interrupted Zhu Lu, his swollen face contorted with grotesque muscles.

"You mean, it's not shameful that he picked me up like a dog and slapped me like this in public?!"

Zhu Lu was frightened by his appearance and dared not look at his face, which resembled a water droplet.

"That's not what I meant... I..."

"Do you also think I'm a piece of trash?!" Dai Huabin suddenly sprang to his feet, his fierce energy finding nowhere to be released.

He grabbed Zhu Lu by the collar, dragged her close, his ugly face almost touching hers, and roared, "Even you look down on me now!"

Zhu Lu was startled by him and forced a smile: "Of course not, I just feel sorry for you..."

Before she could finish speaking, her eyes instinctively darted away, glancing away from his swollen and deformed face.

A hint of disdain flashed in his eyes.

That's how Dai Huabin caught him.

He loosened his grip, as if he had been burned.

"Get out!" He grabbed the water glass beside him and smashed it hard at Zhu Lu. "Get out! Who wants your pity! Get out!"

If you like Tang Wulin, then go and get him!"

This time, Zhu Lu remained silent, even feeling a sense of relief.

She silently lowered her head, left the infirmary, and closed the door behind her.

The moment the door closed.

Dai Huabin was stunned.

No, you're really leaving?!

Chapter 98 Rat Yuhao, Loser Zhou Yi

Although the elimination rounds sound intimidating, there are 64 groups participating at the same time.

But in reality, the knockout stage only lasts three days from the start to the final.

At the end of the second day, the top four emerged.

Dai Huabin's team unfortunately encountered Tang Wulin, a tough nut to crack, early on, and were eliminated in the top 16 with a bitter defeat.

Wang Dong's team, Xie Huanyue's team, and Tang Wulin's team—the three teams possessing Soul Masters—naturally made it to the end.

The remaining team is Zhou Sichen and Cao Jinxuan's team, which always likes to stir up trouble everywhere.

Their group has three powerful Soul Masters, whose Soul Power is quite strong.

Each of their martial spirits is unique, more so than the last.