Chapter 237 The Power of the Panlong Staff.
Dai Huabin had also been diligently cultivating for the past two years, and his control over his soul skills had reached a level of perfection.
Qian Guming scoffed at this. The White Tiger Martial Soul was different from elemental beast Martial Souls. What use was strong control over soul skills if you relied on enhancing your own strength?
If you could deflect the first strike, could you deflect the second? Thinking this, Qian Guming turned his Panlong Staff around and slammed it down on Dai Huabin again.
Dai Huabin naturally wouldn't back down. With a shake of his arms, his gleaming tiger claws met Qian Guming's attack head-on.
It could only be said that he didn't learn his lesson; Dai Huabin forgot his previous pain and once again clashed head-on with Qian Guming.
It could only be said that Dai Huabin believed his strength had greatly improved, and that Qian Guming could no longer defeat him as easily as he had a year ago.
The tiger claws clashed with the staff's shadow, sending sparks flying. The stinging pain in his palm instantly cleared Dai Huabin's head.
Just as he was about to change his attack, Qian Guming reacted first. Leaning back, he leaped more than ten meters into the air.
The next moment, the Crimson Flame Dragon Staff in his hand was already raised.
Dai Huabin's pupils suddenly contracted; he was all too familiar with Qian Guming's starting stance.
The dragon staff wreathed in flames in Qian Guming's right hand suddenly blazed with a bright red light.
"Second Soul Skill, Crimson Flame Strike!"
The Crimson Flame Dragon Staff shot out like a blazing line of fire, heading straight for Dai Huabin's chest.
With his excellent combat skills, Dai Huabin remained calm and composed, especially in dangerous situations. He retreated immediately, spitting out a dense white light wave from his mouth at the incoming dragon staff.
"Boom—"
The shockwave from the collision of soul power whipped up sand and gravel debris. The Panlong Staff tore through the light waves and pierced directly in front of Dai Huabin, piercing through the White Tiger protective barrier surrounding him without the slightest hesitation. It slammed into his chest.
Having fused with the dragon soul of a 70,000-year-old True Dragon-level Crimson Armor Dragon, Qian Guming's Crimson Flame Panlong Staff had already surpassed the ordinary Evil-Slaying Dragon.
Now, the martial soul quality of Qian Guming's Crimson Flame Panlong Staff was almost superior to that of most of his peers, not to mention Dai Huabin's White Tiger martial soul.
Dai Huabin's eyes were bloodshot, feeling extremely aggrieved. Although he had become much more composed over the years, how could his inherent personality be so easily changed?
Being inferior to Wu Xuan was one thing, after all, he was truly no match for him, but now even the opponent's underlings were firmly in a superior position to him, which was the most unacceptable thing for him.
With a roar, Dai Huabin's fourth spirit ring flashed, and a bright golden pillar of light shot into the sky behind him. A crescent-shaped beam of light shone at the center of the pillar, instantly transforming into hundreds of falling rays of light.
While in his third spirit skill state, Dai Huabin unleashed his fourth spirit skill, White Tiger Meteor Shower, instantly sealing off the area where Qian Guming was located.
Qian Guming was completely unaffected, his fourth spirit ring still gleaming.
Gripping the Dragon-Coiling Staff in both hands, Qian Guming slightly bent forward, and blazing flames erupted from the staff. The staff rapidly grew larger, becoming as long and thick as the stone pillar standing before the academy's gate in the blink of an eye.
"Fourth Soul Skill, Sweeping Through a Thousand Armies!"
Grasping one end of the Dragon-Coiling Staff with both hands, she arched her body backward and swung the staff down in the direction Dai Huabin had unleashed his meteor shower.
"Bang bang bang bang!" The swept meteor shower shattered instantly. Just as the massive staff was about to strike the pale-faced Dai Huabin, a golden light shot into the sky, coiling around the staff like a dragon.
It was a golden rope. The golden halo shimmered, transforming into rings of light that easily blocked Qian Guming's attack on the heavily injured Dai Huabin.
"Alright, the entrance exam is over. Dai Huabin's performance was poor; his combat skills were unremarkable. He has failed the entrance exam!" Han Ruoruo's gentle voice rang out, and the golden rope retracted, returning to her side. Eight soul rings pulsed around her—two yellow, two purple, and four black.
"Little Dai! This is the consequence of disrespecting your senior. Go back to the Foreign Languages Department and work hard for another six months!" Qian Guming withdrew his Panlong Staff and gave Dai Huabin the middle finger.
"You..." Dai Huabin glanced at Qian Guming with some resentment, not daring to provoke him further, nor did he refute Han Ruoruo's judgment, after all, he really couldn't beat her.
"Smack!" A sharp rap landed on Qian Guming's head. Just as Qian Guming was about to retaliate, he turned his head and saw Han Ruoruo's frosty face.
"Senior Han, why did you hit me?" Qian Guming's anger immediately subsided, and he said somewhat aggrievedly.
"I brought you here to be an examiner, not to smuggle in personal agendas and settle personal scores. That one blow from you would have kept Dai Huabin in bed for at least a month. What were you trying to do?" Han Ruoruo scolded.
"It's because that kid provoked me from the beginning, otherwise I would have definitely given him some face." Qian Guming muttered.
Hearing this, Han Ruoruo pretended to continue the fight, but Qian Guming immediately begged for mercy. "Senior Sister Han, please have mercy! I promise I won't cheat again."
"Hmph! Remember what you said." Han Ruoruo sneered.
"Next match, Qian Guming versus Xie Huanyue!"
"What! It's my turn?" Upon hearing this, Xie Huanyue's entire body of fat trembled. Dai Huabin's miserable state was still vivid in his mind. Now it was his turn, and he was genuinely a little apprehensive.
"Stop dawdling, hurry up and come up." Qian Guming waved to the audience.
"Hehe, Brother Ming, we're old classmates, please have mercy!" Xie Huanyue came up on stage and said with a forced smile.
"Hmm...? Don't try to get close to me, I, as the examiner, don't fall for that!" Qian Guming glanced at Han Ruoruo's half-smiling expression and immediately turned righteous and said.
"The assessment begins!" Han Ruoruo gave the order directly.
"What?" Xie Huan Yue was stunned. Didn't they agree to be brothers forever?
Qian Gu Ming, wielding his Panlong Staff, charged directly at Xie Huan Yue, sighing inwardly. "This isn't my fault, my good brother. If I dared to hold back and didn't perform at 80-90% of my strength from the last match, my studies would be in serious trouble afterwards."
Xie Huan Yue's Pipi Elephant Martial Soul was most outstanding in its defensive power, but unfortunately, it wasn't enough against Qian Gu Ming, who was performing at 80-90% of his strength from the last match. The boost from just the first and third Soul Skills was enough to completely overwhelm Xie Huan Yue.
However, compared to Dai Hua Bin earlier, Xie Huan Yue's performance was slightly better, but he still unfortunately failed the assessment under Han Ruoruo's final evaluation.
"Next match, Wang Dong versus Nanmen Yun'er! Please come to the stage!" Wang Yan said, looking at the two of them.
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