You Just Spoil This Little Old Man (6K)

It seemed the peculiar effect of the opponent's Concussion Bomb had clearly come from that strange Ranked Engraving Knife.

As the smoke gradually dispersed, Gao Da Lou panted heavily several times before his breathing finally became a little smoother. Then, he immediately began searching for Huo Yuhao's position.

Being able to use expensive Rare Metals provided for free during the tournament to make Soul Guidance Devices—and even take some of them away afterward—was simply too tempting for Gao Da Lou.

However, a full second of being stunned by the concussion was already enough time for Huo Yuhao to reach him.

A sharp Short Spear was silently pressed against Gao Da Lou's throat. If it moved forward even the slightest bit, blood would surely come pouring out.

Huo Yuhao smiled as he watched Gao Da Lou, his face covered in cold sweat, slowly collapse onto the ground. Then he turned to the judge.

"I won."

The chief judge nodded. The shock still lingering on his face revealed just how unsettled the old man was.

In such a modern competition—an Underground Tournament gathering some of the finest young soul tool masters from the Sun Moon Empire and even the other Three Empires—a Soul Guidance Device made using technology from several thousand years ago had actually appeared. It was both absurd and amusing.

But it had to be said that this antique Huo Yuhao had pulled out was truly well suited to these special tournament rules.

"Interesting."

A masked member of the Black-Clad People watched Huo Yuhao leave, a thoughtful look appearing in his eyes.

"What do you think of that kid?"

The Black-Clad Person turned to look at the person beside him.

"He can even pull out antiques like that. I'm starting to believe that Soul Hall really is a hidden sect.