Chapter 92: Rationality Evaporates

Zhu Lu stepped past Du Weilun, who was blocking her way, and looked at Wang Rui and Huo Yuqing embracing tightly across from her.

She, who shared a Martial Soul Fusion technique with her fiancé, went through a series of facial expressions—starting with confusion, then distaste, and finally, a faint trace of envy.

Well, since they could use a Martial Soul Fusion technique together, it meant they had an emotional bond. In that case, acting all lovey-dovey seemed reasonable.

But Zhu Lu still had the urge to burn the two of them to ashes...

And it was not because she was jealous that her fiancé wasn't clinging to her in the same way. Definitely not!

She turned her hopeful gaze toward Dai Huabin, wishing that the person she liked would embrace her just like that pair on the other side.

But when she saw Dai Huabin's expression, Zhu Lu's breath hitched slightly.

A trace of confusion flickered through the heterochromatic eyes of the black-haired girl.

Dai Huabin, on the other hand, didn't notice her reaction. He was too focused on watching Wang Rui and Huo Yuqing, a thoughtful look in his eyes… along with an expression that could even be considered yearning.

Due to his upbringing, Dai Huabin, who had always aimed to inherit the White Tiger Duke's Mansion, was raised to be ruthless and violent. His expression was perpetually cold, and even Zhu Lu rarely saw him show a softer side.

The girl instinctively sensed that something was off… as if something had silently slipped through her fingers, but she couldn't quite pinpoint what exactly was wrong.

An unsettling premonition crept into her heart.

However, she had been staring at Dai Huabin for too long. He noticed her gaze and turned to look at her, casually tossing her a slightly puzzled glance.

His deep blue eyes held the same indifference as always. Zhu Lu usually adored Dai Huabin's cold and arrogant demeanor, but at this moment, for some reason, she found it somewhat harsh.

Maybe she was just overthinking things, Zhu Lu told herself, feeling a sudden sense of unease. Maybe Dai Huabin was just upset because the match hadn't gone well?

She didn't dare to act spoiled or ask for a hug at a time like this. Instead, she lowered her gaze and stared at her toes.

Dai Huabin didn't look at Zhu Lu again.

He turned back, a complicated expression in his eyes as he gazed at Wang Rui and Huo Yuqing.

By now, the two had already separated. Huo Yuqing was wiping his eyes with his sleeve while Wang Rui was murmuring something to him, though Huo Yuqing only shook his head in response.

Two guys using a Martial Soul Fusion technique to unleash something that… overwhelming?Dai Huabin recalled the stunning figure amidst the blue flames, the golden eyes that seemed almost inhuman in their brilliance, and that cold, detached gaze.

That brief moment of heartache was impossible to deny.

Dai Huabin clenched his eyes shut, telling himself that the figure was nothing more than an illusion summoned by the Martial Soul Fusion technique—it didn't truly exist in this world.

The truth was, as someone from the White Tiger Duke's lineage, Dai Huabin had been raised under the same survival-of-the-fittest doctrine that had been passed down for ten thousand years—though perhaps not as brutally as before.

But the instinct to admire strength was ingrained in his very bones.To him, Zhu Lu was a necessity for his future succession, a responsibility, a comrade who would never betray him.

But in terms of romantic attraction, he had never truly felt anything for someone far weaker than him—someone who was little more than a Martial Soul Fusion accessory.

However, that illusion… was just that—an illusion. Dai Huabin lowered his eyes, forcibly erasing that strange feeling from his heart.

As the competitors on the field struggled with their emotions, the teachers in the audience had already begun whispering among themselves.

"Something's wrong with Du Weilun" Yan Shaozhe frowned. "When Wang Rui and Huo Yuhao used their Martial Soul Fusion technique earlier, I couldn't even determine what kind of attack it was."

He had an eerie feeling that the peculiar long blade bore some resemblance to Elder Mu's signature move, Sovereign's Descent… But how could such a technique be executed by students of this age?

Meanwhile, Du Weilun was indeed acting strangely.

It had been a while since the match ended, yet he still hadn't announced the results. Instead, he stood there, head bowed, teeth clenched tightly, fists trembling. His face was flushed, veins bulging at his temple, and yet—strangely—his expression showed a kind of suppressed agony.

It was as if he had reached the peak of his fury, yet was struggling to hold it in.

His reaction left all the teachers present bewildered.

Du Weilun was seething with rage.

He was fully aware that the burning fury surging through his chest did not belong to him, yet he was completely unable to control it. It felt as though someone had forcibly poured a boiling-hot wrath into his body.

Under normal circumstances, losing control of one's emotions like this would have been terrifying, but at this moment, Du Weilun wasn't even capable of considering that.

The foreign rage had taken full control of him, intensifying with every passing second. All the frustrations and grievances that had built up over time were now magnified a hundredfold.

Unruly subordinates who defied orders and pinned blame on him, superiors who turned a blind eye to troublemakers yet expected him to handle all the dirty work, privileged students who were expelled but then had their parents barge into the academy demanding justice—every single grievance now roared inside his skull, amplified by the external fury.

Huo Yuqing's Blade of Wrath, formed in the heat of battle, had two effects: the first was an unparalleled destructive force fueled by rage, and the second was its influence on the soul.

Clearly, Du Weilun had managed to resist the physical destruction.

But he had failed to block the second effect.

His rationality had been completely burned away by the flames of wrath.

"Du, shouldn't you announce the results of the match?" A voice broke into his mind.

"Ask, ask, ask—ask your damn mother! Do you not have eyes? See for yourself!" Du Weilun snapped, lifting his head and shouting.

At that moment, his gaze landed on Zhou Yi, who was standing among the spectators…

And in an instant, a flood of old and new grudges surged into his heart.

Du Weilun strode toward her in long, forceful steps.

Something stirred…

(End of Chapter)