Chapter 57: Rematch with Zhu Zhuyue

Chapter 57: Rematch with Zhu Zhuyue

At this moment, Dai Yao's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

This scene... seems familiar?

When he was a one-ring Soul Master, wasn't it just like this during his battle with Ye Nantian? Ye Nantian made a mistake, and without thinking, he attacked. If it weren't for the Holy White Tiger Martial Soul, he might have been defeated then.

How is Dai Yaming different from Ye Nantian at that time?

The cautiousness developed from six years of living in the cold palace once again came into play.

He halted his steps and quickly used his Burst Step to retreat.

Why was he retreating when victory was so close?

This strange sight left all the spectators bewildered, with murmurs rising among the crowd.

Ye Nantian let out a sigh of relief, secretly amazed: "This kid... he actually saw through the Second Prince's scheme. If I were in his place, with the eyes of so many people on me, I wouldn't have been able to stay so calm. I would have rushed forward without hesitation."

Bishop Ferdinand smiled in satisfaction, nodding approvingly: "This young one is not only exceptionally gifted but also has remarkable composure. Indeed, he seems destined for the Spirit Hall."

He then shifted his gaze to Zhu Zhuqing, who was still anxiously watching, a hint of joy blooming in his heart: "It's a two-for-one deal! Not only do we have a Holy White Tiger Martial Soul, but now we also have a Ghostly Spirit Cat Martial Soul. The two even have a Martial Soul fusion skill. They are definitely fated to be with us in the Spirit Hall!"

Seeing Dai Yao gradually retreating out of the attack range, Dai Yaming's eyes widened in fury. Desperation filled his voice as he howled:

"Why are you retreating? Why?!"

Dai Yao remained silent. Seeing Dai Yaming's reaction, he quietly sighed in relief. If he had been careless and been hit by Dai Yaming's Soul Bone skill, he might have lost instead!

Soul energy surged, and Dai Yao's second Soul Ring lit up!

Thousand Year Soul Skill—White Tiger Fierce Light Wave!

Again, this Soul Skill! Dai Yaming was filled with despair. If he didn't resist the White Tiger Fierce Light Wave, he would immediately lose his ability to fight.

Helpless, he gathered the last of his soul energy and activated his Soul Bone skill to counter.

The two powerful Soul Skills clashed, and as time passed, both faded into nothingness.

Dai Yaming collapsed weakly to the ground, his eyes gazing up at the sky as two hot tears streamed down his face.

His defeat today was not just his own—it was the loss of his fiancée, his maternal family, and all his efforts. Everything he had worked for had turned to ash.

At this moment, he deeply regretted not cooperating with Dai Yao in the past and building a good relationship. If only he had done so, he would not have ended up in this situation.

He felt he had let Zhu Zhuye down and also failed his mother's hopes.

At this moment, Dai Yao was still wary, wondering if Dai Yaming was just pretending and hiding a secret move.

He stayed far out of Dai Yaming's attack range, adjusting his inner soul energy. If he could unleash another White Tiger Fierce Light Wave, he would be able to confirm whether Dai Yaming had truly exhausted all his soul energy.

As his body gradually recovered, the Thousand Year Soul Skill activated again, targeting the kneeling Dai Yaming.

Amidst the spectators' exclamations and Zhu Zhuye's desperate cries, the White Tiger Fierce Light Wave descended upon Dai Yaming's body without hesitation.

The white light faded, revealing Dai Yaming, who rolled on the dueling ground, his body scorched beyond recognition. His features were unrecognizable, and only the occasional labored breathing could be heard.

"It seems... he really has no ability to resist anymore."

Dai Yao thought coldly.

Using his Burst Step, he launched a crushing punch to Dai Yaming's abdomen.

A deafening bang echoed throughout the entire dueling ground. Dai Yaming was sent sinking into the earth, blood spurting from his mouth.

"Three years of humiliation... I'm returning it to you today!" Dai Yao roared.

Each punch landed on Dai Yaming's body. Even Dai Yao's clothes were splattered with blood.

Many spectators could not bear to watch the bloody scene and turned their heads. On the high platform, Zhu Zhuye cried in despair.

Feng Wutong and the others, who supported Dai Yao, jumped up excitedly. Even the usually stoic Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help but break into a radiant smile.

Dai Yao panted heavily, gazing at the nearly lifeless Dai Yaming. With every punch, he released all the humiliation he had endured over the past three years.

After all, he was a strong-assault type Soul Master. His life force was strong, and despite the severe injuries, he was still clinging to life.

He grabbed Dai Yaming by the neck, slowly lifting him up, and looked at Zhu Zhuye on the high platform, a cruel smile spreading across his face.

"Don't!" Zhu Zhuye cried, her face tear-streaked as she screamed in despair.

Dai Yao lifted Dai Yaming, spinning him around as he declared the victory of the duel. The cowardice that had been placed upon him three years ago was now shattered.

The spectators were all stunned by this scene, the entire dueling ground falling into eerie silence.

In the eyes of everyone, only the figure of Dai Yao, almost godlike in his power, remained.

Dai Yao threw Dai Yaming to the ground and placed his foot on his head, pointing at Zhu Zhuye and declaring:

"Zhu Zhuye, I told you three years ago—don't regret what you did that day! Today is the day you pay for your debts!"

"I'll give you a chance!"

"If you dare to step into the dueling arena and fight me today, if you win, I'll spare Dai Yaming!"

Dai Yao's voice echoed coldly throughout the arena.

Hearing Dai Yao's challenge, the crowd erupted in surprise.

"The Fourth Prince just fought the Second Prince, and although he won by luck, I don't believe he still has any soul energy left!"

"Indeed, the Fourth Prince is too arrogant. In his current condition, why would he want to fight someone at the rank of a Great Soul Master?"

Most of the spectators believed that Dai Yao had little soul energy left and that challenging a Great Soul Master like Zhu Zhuye was suicidal.

However, Dai Yaming did not share the same opinion. From the punches Dai Yao had just delivered to him, he could still sense the surging soul energy within him.

That meant Dai Yao had drained all of Dai Yaming's soul energy, yet still had surplus energy remaining.

What kind of monster was this?!

Dai Yao had a powerful Soul Bone skill, which allowed him to compete with Dai Yao, but Zhu Zhuye, who didn't have as much soul energy as him, couldn't compare with his soul skills.

As a sensitive attack-type Soul Master, Zhu Zhuye's greatest advantage—her speed—was only slightly superior to Dai Yao's.

In other words, Zhu Zhuye had no chance of winning against Dai Yao!

Dai Yao clearly did not intend to let them off easily!

With his head pinned beneath Dai Yao's foot, Dai Yaming struggled to open his mouth. With great effort, he croaked, "No!"

He reached out with his battered hand and grasped Dai Yao's leg, his voice hoarse as he pleaded: "Please, let her go! Please, spare her. Do whatever you want with me."

Dai Yao was a little surprised. The Second Prince seemed to be a sentimental fool.

But he had no time for this! Soon, he would leave the Star Luo Empire and not return for a long time. He would never allow Zhu Zhuye to live in peace.

Not long ago, if he hadn't arrived in time, Zhu Zhuqing would have probably already been dead. How could he easily let Zhu Zhuye live?

Looking at Zhu Zhuye, who was hesitating, Dai Yao taunted:

"What? My soul energy is almost exhausted, and you, a Great Soul Master, are too afraid to accept my challenge?! Or perhaps you're the coward here?!"

(End of Chapter)

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