'That name... I heard it a long time ago.' Ranked among the top ten on the Youth Genius List, possessing twin martial souls and even a self-created martial soul fusion technique—everything about Wu Siduo screamed talent. In terms of single martial soul strength, she might not surpass Yuanen Yehui, but her advantage lay in being able to perform a fusion technique between her two martial souls, and that was truly terrifying. Even though she was only in first grade, her soul power had already surpassed the fourth ring.
'This year's first-years are really monstrous... Give her a few more years, and she might hit Rank 50 by second grade.'
"Begin!" Cai Yue'er's announcement was as brief and crisp as ever.
Both fighters activated their martial souls simultaneously. It was as if two streaks of lightning shot across the stage. At the moment Ye Huo charged forward, his whole body seemed to ignite, fiery jets blazing from his back, boosting him to extreme speed.
A flash of fire passed by—both their bodies nearly crossed paths.
'How is this possible?'
Ye Huo clutched his chest, eyes wide in disbelief.
Three sharp claw marks—striking and brutal—were etched into his torso.
His martial soul was literally a body of flame! Just by its name alone, one would think it had top-tier defense.
Before he could react, Wu Siduo had already turned on a dime and charged at him again.
The Nether Spike was already reaching him. Just then, a sudden change erupted from Ye Huo's body.
The green-blue flames on him suddenly turned a deep blue. The blazing heat compressed and condensed into an overwhelming force. In that moment, Wu Siduo felt not just heat burning her skin, but even her spiritual power was being scorched.
Clang! The Nether Spike collided with Ye Huo's raised arms—somehow now armored in glowing blue. At some point, his arms and hands had been wrapped in blue battle armor.
Wu Siduo was sent flying by a wave of heat. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
'Battle armor? You think only you have that?'
She took a deep breath as light flared in her eyes. With a flick of her wrists, two beams of light flew out, snapping onto her forearms—two gauntlets lined with faint gold patterns. Next came her upper arm armor and shoulder plates, thrown out from her ring and attached seamlessly.
Down below, Song Lin's expression was filled with disbelief. 'Are first-year students really this strong already? Second semester of first grade and she already has four pieces of battle armor? And for twin martial souls no less? The difficulty of forging armor suitable for dual martial souls is exponentially greater, and yet... they did it.'
'At this rate, she could have a full set of one-word battle armor by second grade and officially become a one-word battle armor master.'
But Wu Siduo wasn't done.
Her eyes glowed with an eerie light. The four pieces of armor lit up as well, dissolving into streaks of light that carved into her skin like glowing tattoos.
Her body swelled in size—self-created martial soul fusion technique: Nether White Tiger!
The moment it emerged, the entire dueling platform seemed to warp around its presence.
Ye Huo didn't back down. With a powerful aura and blazing blue flames, he launched himself at her.
And then—
The third-grade students stared in disbelief.
A single slap.
The Nether White Tiger swatted once—and Ye Huo was sent flying.
Everyone could clearly see the scale-like armor on its paws—those were Wu Siduo's four armor pieces. She had merged her battle armor directly into her martial soul fusion technique. A masterstroke.
In a flash, the gap between them vanished—and reversed. Ye Huo was knocked silly. His eight blue armor pieces lit up, forming a shield that barely protected him from serious injury.
'What the hell just happened?'
The Nether White Tiger stepped forward again, graceful and menacing, heading for another strike.
Ye Huo dared not face her head-on. He turned tail and ran.
"Not fighting anymore! I was wrong, I was wrong!"
...
He surrendered outright.
Song Lin was stunned. 'Why am I only now realizing that my students are such cowards? Guess it's time for a little ideological education...'
A dangerous smile curled on her lips at the thought.
"First Grade Class One, Wu Siduo, wins!" Cai Yue'er announced after a glance at both sides.
Ye Huo's face twitched. Under the healing light of the Holy Spirit Douluo, his internal injuries were rapidly recovering. He gave Wu Siduo a sheepish thumbs-up before slinking off the stage.
...
"Mo Jue." Song Lin called out a name.
"I know. Don't worry, Teacher Song. I'll win the third match for sure." Mo Jue had already appeared at her side, lifting her chin with confidence.
Song Lin's expression softened slightly.
"Not just this match. From here on out, we can't afford to lose a single one. It's time to defend the honor of Third Grade Class One."
All the third-grade students nearby looked uneasy. Moments ago they were certain of victory. 'First- and second-years? What a joke.' Now they were getting thoroughly crushed.
Mo Jue didn't leap onto the stage. Instead, she walked up step by step—commanding.
"Mo Jue's going up. We still have hope." Everyone pinned their last hope on her.
Excluding the senior students already in the inner court, the strongest students of the outer court were the one-word battle armor masters. Before passing the inner court trials, they were still considered outer court students. There were only two such people: Mo Jue and Li Qiankun.
From that perspective, they were indeed the strongest in the outer court.
And that title wasn't handed out lightly. As Mo Jue stepped onto the stage, countless students watched her with burning eyes.
Ye Xinglan stepped onto the platform too, silent as ever. She hadn't exchanged many words with her team before the match.
To most spectators, she was already the obvious loser.
Mo Jue reached the stage first and spotted her opponent at once.
Another girl. All three representatives from the first- and second-year alliance in the one-on-one matches were female.
Compared to Yuanen Yehui and Wu Siduo, Ye Xinglan's name was far less known in the outer court. She had entered the academy late and was always low-key, rarely appearing outside of class.
Cai Yue'er looked at Ye Xinglan, then at Mo Jue.
"Begin."
Combat was merciless. It exposed just how endless injustice could be...
Unlike the last match, where both sides rushed at each other, this one began...
(End of Chapter)
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