First Battle

Soon, Ye Mo and Huo Yuhao arrived downstairs, at the dormitory entrance. The old man leaning in the recliner slightly raised his head, a curious glint flashing in his dim yellow eyes as he watched Ye Mo and Huo Yuhao with interest.

Logically speaking, this should be my first battle in this world, right?

Ye Mo looked at Huo Yuhao in front of him and shook his head. So what if he didn't snatch Huo Yuhao's opportunity?

Huo Yuhao was destined to lose. This wasn't Ye Mo's blind confidence, but the fact that Huo Yuhao was truly too weak right now.

Ye Mo quietly watched Huo Yuhao. Huo Yuhao moved, and driven by Soul Power, Huo Yuhao quickly approached Ye Mo.

With anger-like emotions, Huo Yuhao vigorously threw a punch, aiming directly at Ye Mo's handsome face.

"Pa!"

Ye Mo's small hand forcefully caught the punch, his entire body remaining motionless. Soul Power circulated in his hand, and he violently threw Huo Yuhao backward.

With a thud, Huo Yuhao scrambled to his feet, the anger in his eyes undiminished.

Ye Mo moved. With Soul Power fully activated, he arrived beside Huo Yuhao almost in the blink of an eye.

"So fast!"

Huo Yuhao's pupils shrank. Even with the Spirit Eye Soul, it was still difficult to capture Ye Mo's figure.

Immediately afterward, a huge force struck Huo Yuhao's stomach. Huo Yuhao flew backward, feeling as if a mountain had struck his stomach.

This was complete crushing.

Crushing Huo Yuhao with absolute speed and absolute power.

Too strong.

The thought echoed in Huo Yuhao's mind. He and Ye Mo were not opponents of the same level at all.

Ye Mo shook his head. He also knew that Huo Yuhao had the Spirit Eye Soul. If he didn't defeat him with absolute speed and power, he could completely defend against his attacks.

Ye Mo was confident but not arrogant. He never underestimated battles. Although he could break through Huo Yuhao's defense, it would definitely take some time.

"I... haven't lost yet!"

Huo Yuhao coldly looked at Ye Mo. The purple Soul Ring under his feet slowly rose and surrounded Huo Yuhao.

Obviously, the purple Soul Ring flickered. Ye Mo also watched Huo Yuhao with interest, wondering what kind of Soul Skill it would be.

A purple light flashed in Huo Yuhao's light golden eyes.

A stinging sensation attacked Ye Mo's mind. Ye Mo chuckled.

You're playing mental power with me? Then you've come to the right person. I'm your ancestor in this aspect.

In Ye Mo's purple, bewitching pupils, a purple light bloomed with a strong halo, carrying an emperor-like majesty.

A powerful mental force spread out, directly and violently dispelling Huo Yuhao's mental attack.

It transformed into a shockwave and attacked Huo Yuhao's mind. A strong, intense pain came from Huo Yuhao's mind, as if it wanted to tear Huo Yuhao's sea of consciousness apart.

He also knows mental power? Is his Martial Soul also of the mental attribute?

Countless thoughts flashed through Huo Yuhao's mind. Huo Yuhao also relied on his will to endure it.

"It's over."

Ye Mo didn't even look at Huo Yuhao and turned to walk towards the dormitory building.

"I lost."

Huo Yuhao lowered his head. He was thoroughly defeated, whether in terms of Soul Power or mental power.

Huo Yuhao sat on the ground for a while before standing up again and slowly walking towards the dormitory. When he reached the dormitory door, an old voice rang in his ear, "You lost, but you have that kind of will, and to become a strong person, you must have such a will. Your future achievements may not be worse than his."

"Old Grandpa?" Huo Yuhao turned his head sharply, looking at the old man with a puzzled expression.

The old man looked at Huo Yuhao with a kind smile on his face and said, "Child, you have a fearless heart. Never give up this fearlessness. True strong people all have a fearless heart."

After speaking, the old man returned to his previous sleepy state.

Huo Yuhao was stunned for a moment. After a while, he bowed deeply to the old man. "Old Grandpa, thank you." After saying that, Huo Yuhao returned to the dormitory.

After Huo Yuhao left, the old man's half-closed eyes opened again, looking towards a certain direction in this white building, and then shook his head.

Not long after, Huo Yuhao arrived at the dormitory door.

At this time, Ye Mo had already sat down and began to meditate, familiarizing himself with the newly absorbed Soul Ring.

He had solved the problem of the second Martial Soul's Soul Ring on the way to Shrek. Although Thunder-attribute Soul Beasts were a bit rare, he still found a Thunder-attribute Soul Beast suitable for him.

It was a 4000-year Soul Beast. Ye Mo was too lazy to remember the specific name. Ye Mo only cared about the Soul Skill of the Soul Ring.

That's right, I haven't named my second Martial Soul yet. What should I name it?

This sword was very similar to the sword he used in his previous life. Although the appearance of the sword was completely different, it also came with Thunder attributes.

Then let's name it after the sword I used in my previous life.

The sword used by Ye Mo in his previous life was the Thunder Shadow Sword.

Ye Mo also thought of that silly sword spirit, the sword spirit who protected its master throughout its life.

In the vast starry sky, a man tightly held the sword in his hand. It was an extremely damaged sword, and its original appearance could not be seen. The sword body was black and had strange patterns on the sword body, blooming with a dazzling halo.

But at this moment, the light was gradually dimming, and the entire sword trembled, as if in mourning.

"Why did you do this?" the man asked, but there was no one in front of him, as if talking to himself.

"You are my master, protecting you is my mission," a hoarse voice sounded, indistinguishable as male or female.

"You will die, you will completely disappear from this world," the man's face began to twist, an indescribable expression, like anger, like mourning.

"Born for you, die for you, no regrets," the hoarse voice slowly sounded, speaking very calmly.

"Ridiculous, if that's the case, I would rather you not recognize me as your master," the man's voice trembled.

The hoarse voice did not sound again, and the light on the entire sword body dimmed to the extreme, as if it would go out at any moment.

"Do you regret it?" the man seemed to understand something, and the sound of his voice trembled even more violently.

"No regrets, if there is an afterlife, I still want to recognize you as my master."

This sentence seemed to exhaust all its strength, and the light on the entire sword body completely dissipated.

"Drip"

A drop of crystal clear tears fell on the sword body, slowly sliding down along the sword body.

A stream of scarlet blood flowed down the man's arm, dripping onto the sword body bit by bit.

"Clang"

A loud vibration came, and this was the last vibration, as if saying goodbye.

And the Soul Skill attached to the Soul Ring that Ye Mo obtained, Ye Mo named it Thunderclap, which was also the first sword skill Ye Mo obtained before.

Unknowingly, it was already evening, and Ye Mo slowly opened his eyes. This meditation was more or less rewarding.

And Huo Yuhao under the bed was also meditating cross-legged on the bed. At this moment, it seemed that he was disturbed by Ye Mo, and he also withdrew from the meditation state, glaring at Ye Mo.

"It's time to eat."

Ye Mo muttered to himself, ignoring Huo Yuhao. His heart was now full of regret. Why didn't he tie Huo Yuhao to a tree in the first place?

Soon Ye Mo came to the door. The moment he opened the door, Ye Mo was stunned.

A handsome young man stood outside the door, holding a key as if trying to open the door.

Not to mention the young man, based on Ye Mo's many years of experience as an old driver, this guy is definitely a cross-dressing master.

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