First Battle

Before long, Ye Mo and Huo Yuhao arrived downstairs. At the dormitory entrance, the old man reclining in a lounge chair slightly raised his head. A curious glint flashed through his dim eyes as he watched Ye Mo and Huo Yuhao with great interest.

By all rights, this should have been my first battle in this world.

Ye Mo looked at Huo Yuhao before him and shook his head. So what if he had not taken Huo Yuhao's opportunity?

Huo Yuhao was destined to lose. This was not Ye Mo's blind confidence; Huo Yuhao was simply far too weak right now.

Ye Mo quietly watched Huo Yuhao. Huo Yuhao moved, rapidly closing in on Ye Mo with Soul Power driving him forward.

Fueled by anger, Huo Yuhao threw a powerful punch straight at Ye Mo's handsome face.

Slap!

Ye Mo's small hand forcibly caught the punch. He did not budge in the slightest, and the Soul Power circulating through his hand viciously flung Huo Yuhao backward.

With a thud, Huo Yuhao scrambled to his feet in a miserable state, the fury in his eyes undiminished.

Ye Mo moved. With his Soul Power fully activated, he reached Huo Yuhao's side in almost the blink of an eye.

"So fast!"

Huo Yuhao's pupils contracted. Even with his Spirit Eye Soul, he still found it difficult to catch sight of Ye Mo.

Then an immense force struck Huo Yuhao in the stomach, sending him flying backward. It felt as though a mountain had slammed into his abdomen.

This was a complete crushing defeat.

Ye Mo crushed Huo Yuhao with absolute speed and absolute strength.

Too strong.

The thought echoed through Huo Yuhao's mind. They were not opponents on the same level at all.

Ye Mo shook his head. He knew that Huo Yuhao possessed the Spirit Eye Soul. If he did not defeat him with absolute speed and strength, Huo Yuhao would have been fully capable of defending against his attacks.

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

"I haven't lost yet."

Huo Yuhao stared coldly at Ye Mo as a purple Soul Ring slowly rose beneath his feet and circled around him.

Clearly, that purple Soul Ring flashed. Ye Mo watched Huo Yuhao with interest. What kind of soul skill would this be?

A violet gleam flashed through Huo Yuhao's pale golden eyes.

A stabbing pain assaulted Ye Mo's mind, and Ye Mo chuckled softly.

Trying to play with mental power against me? Then you've picked the right person. When it comes to mental power, I'm your ancestor.

A purple gleam bloomed from Ye Mo's wicked, enchanting violet pupils, radiating a brilliant halo and the majesty of an emperor.

A powerful wave of mental power erupted, directly and violently dispersing Huo Yuhao's mental attack.

It then transformed into a shockwave and charged into Huo Yuhao's mind. Intense pain tore through his head, as though it were going to forcibly rip apart his sea of consciousness.

He can use mental power too? Is his martial soul also of the mental attribute?

Countless thoughts flashed through Huo Yuhao's mind, but he still forced himself to endure through sheer willpower.

"It's over."

Ye Mo did not even look at Huo Yuhao. He turned and walked toward the dormitory building.

"I lost."

Huo Yuhao lowered his head. He had lost completely, whether in terms of Soul Power or mental power.

Huo Yuhao sat blankly on the ground for a while before getting back to his feet and slowly walking toward the dormitory. When he reached the entrance, an aged voice sounded by his ear. "You lost, but you possess that kind of will. To become a strong person, you must also possess such will. Your future achievements may not necessarily be inferior to his."

"Grandpa?" Huo Yuhao abruptly turned around and looked at the old man with confusion.

The old man looked at Huo Yuhao, a kindly smile appearing on his face. "Child, you possess a fearless heart. No matter what happens, do not abandon that fearlessness. True experts all possess fearless hearts."

After saying that, the old man returned to his previous drowsy appearance.

Huo Yuhao stood there blankly for a moment. Then he bowed deeply to the old man. "Grandpa, thank you." With that, Huo Yuhao returned to the dormitory.

After Huo Yuhao left, the old man's half-closed eyes opened once more. He looked in a certain direction within the white building, then shook his head.

Before long, Huo Yuhao arrived at the dormitory door.

By then, Ye Mo had already sat cross-legged and begun meditating, while also familiarizing himself with the newly absorbed Soul Ring.

On his way to Shrek, he had conveniently resolved the matter of Soul Rings for his second martial soul. Although lightning-attributed soul beasts were somewhat rare, he had still found one suitable for himself.

It was a four-thousand-year soul beast. Ye Mo could not be bothered to remember its specific name; he only cared about the soul skill granted by its Soul Ring.

Right, he had not given his second martial soul a name yet. What should he call it?

This sword was very similar to the sword he had used in his previous life. Though they looked completely different, both possessed the lightning attribute.

Then he would name it after the sword from his previous life.

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

Ye Mo thought again of that foolish sword spirit, the sword spirit that had protected its master throughout its life.

In the vast starry sky, a man tightly gripped the sword in his hand. It was an utterly damaged sword, so ruined that its original form could no longer be discerned. Its blade was black, covered in strange patterns that emitted brilliant halos of light.

Yet that light was gradually dimming. The entire blade trembled, as though mourning.

"Why did you do this?" the man asked. Yet there was no one before him, making it seem as though he were talking to himself.

"You are my master. Protecting you is my mission." An incomparably hoarse voice rang out, so indistinct that it was impossible to tell whether it belonged to a man or woman.

"You will die. You will completely disappear from this world." The man's face twisted into an indescribable expression, like rage and like grief.

"Born because of you, dying because of you. No regrets." The hoarse voice slowly sounded, speaking with utter calm.

"Ridiculous. If that is the case, I would rather you had never acknowledged me as your master." The man's voice trembled.

The hoarse voice did not sound again. The light on the sword's body dimmed to its limit, as though it might extinguish at any moment.

"Do you regret it?" The man seemed to understand something, and his voice trembled even more fiercely.

"No regrets. If there is another life, I will still acknowledge you as my master."

That sentence seemed to exhaust all its strength. The light on the entire sword completely vanished.

Drip.

A crystal-clear tear fell onto the blade and slowly slid down its surface.

Crimson blood flowed down the man's arm, dripping onto the sword drop by drop.

Clang!

A loud vibration rang out. It was also the final vibration, as though bidding farewell.

Ye Mo named the soul skill granted by that Soul Ring Thunder Surge. It was also the first sword technique he had acquired in the past.

Unknowingly, night had already fallen. Ye Mo slowly opened his eyes. This meditation had yielded at least some gains.

Huo Yuhao, on the bunk below, was also sitting cross-legged on his bed and meditating. Perhaps Ye Mo had disturbed him, for he exited his meditative state and glared angrily at Ye Mo.

"Time to eat."

Ye Mo muttered to himself, ignoring Huo Yuhao. His heart was full of regret. Why had he not tied Huo Yuhao to a tree back then?

Before long, Ye Mo reached the door. The instant he opened it, he froze.

A handsome youth stood outside the door, holding a key as though he intended to unlock the room.

Rather than calling this person a youth, based on Ye Mo's years of experience, this guy was definitely a woman dressed as a man.

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