Ice Extreme Unrivaled

After seeing Huo Yuhao release two Martial Souls, the crowd in the stands erupted into loud uproar once more.

"No way, is that fake? His First Soul Ring is a Thousand Year Soul Ring? Is Huo Yuhao a monster?"

The boy whose popcorn had fallen to the ground earlier had just picked up his bucket when his hand slipped, dropping it again. This time, every piece of popcorn spilled out.

"Not only is his First Soul Ring a thousand-year one, he even has Twin Martial Souls. Now I finally understand why Lord Pope thinks so highly of Huo Yuhao. I actually thought Lord Pope valued him because of his looks. Looking at it now, I was so shallow."

A boy lowered his head in shame. How could he have thought that before? He really was shallow! How could Lord Pope possibly be that kind of person?

"Say, Yan and Xie Yue... they're not really going to lose, are they?"

A heavily muscled boy muttered to himself, his tone filled with disbelief.

"It's possible. I used to think Xie Yue and Yan would win too, but now I'm hesitating. Even the legendary Twin Martial Souls have appeared. Maybe Huo Yuhao really can create a miracle!"

A petite girl beside him watched Huo Yuhao with excitement in her eyes, still holding a banner that read Huo Yuhao Must Win.

As everyone discussed the match, the referee in the arena announced the start of the battle.

Almost the instant the referee declared the match underway, a violent wave of heat surged from Yan's body.

Facing the strangely powerful Huo Yuhao, Yan did not dare let down his guard at all and immediately chose to strike first.

"Second Soul Skill, Granite Rock!"

Yan roared, and the second yellow Soul Ring around him lit up. One scorching earth spike after another burst from the ground, stabbing toward Huo Yuhao.

This second Soul Skill, Granite Rock, could be considered Yan's most practiced Soul Skill. Since he had used it so often, he had now mastered instant casting.

As the sharp earth spikes were about to pierce Huo Yuhao, every spectator in the arena held their breath.

Huo Yuhao's supporters in particular clenched their hands tightly, their palms already slick with sweat.

Yet Huo Yuhao was not nervous in the slightest. Light flashed in his blue eyes.

Then, beneath Yan's disbelieving gaze, Huo Yuhao transformed into a blur, weaving and darting through the densely packed earth spikes as he charged straight toward Yan.

"H-How is that possible?!"

Yan's eyes were full of disbelief. The instant-cast speed of his second Soul Skill had reached one spike every 0.1 seconds, and the location of every spike was random. That meant Yan's earth spikes could not be dodged and could only be met head-on!

Yet Huo Yuhao had precisely avoided every single earth spike. Just how terrifying were his reaction speed and calculation ability?

Amateurs watched the excitement, while experts watched the technique. As the entire audience marveled at Huo Yuhao's smooth movements, sweat had already formed on Xie Yue's forehead.

After all, Xie Yue knew perfectly well just how difficult it was to accomplish such a thing.

Huo Yuhao, however, had no idea what Xie Yue was thinking. He merely found Yan's Soul Skill rather interesting.

Honestly, if Huo Yuhao used the Spirit Eyes Martial Soul, he would not even need to approach them to end the match in an instant.

All he needed was Soul Impact combined with Spiritual Sharing. He could directly make Xie Yue and Yan pass out from mental overload.

However, Huo Yuhao did not use those skills. After all, that kind of match would have no spectacle, and if it ended too quickly, the audience would complain as well.

Since he was going to establish his authority, he naturally had to let everyone enjoy the show! Therefore, Huo Yuhao would end this match in the most violent way possible.

"Are you treating me like I don't exist?"

Seeing Huo Yuhao about to reach Yan, Xie Yue roared and intercepted him from the side.

"Third Soul Skill, Moonfang Blade!"

This time, Xie Yue showed no mercy whatsoever. His Thousand Year Soul Ring blazed brightly as a sharp Moon Blade slashed at Huo Yuhao.

"Damn, Xie Yue is going all out! This Moonfang Blade once drove back a senior at our academy at the Soul Ancestor Level!"

"Looks like Huo Yuhao really has put Senior Xie Yue under tremendous pressure! You have to know, when Senior Xie Yue fought me as a fellow Soul Elder, he did not even use two Soul Skills. But this time, he went straight for his Third Soul Skill!"

"So how is Huo Yuhao supposed to take that attack?"

With countless eyes upon him, Huo Yuhao used his actions to tell everyone exactly how he intended to respond.

He slowly raised his right hand and met Xie Yue's Moonfang Blade head-on! Then, a temperature close to absolute zero erupted from Huo Yuhao's body.

Emperor's Palm, Great Cold Without Snow!

Xie Yue's Moon Blade slammed fiercely into Huo Yuhao's palm. In an instant, Xie Yue felt a terrifying chill begin to spread from his Moon Blade toward his arm.

By the time Xie Yue reacted, the back of one of his hands had already gone completely numb.

"Yan, save me!"

Feeling the numbness in his arm, Xie Yue immediately turned to Yan.

"Third Soul Skill, Dragon Flame's Wrath!"

Receiving Xie Yue's call for help, Yan held nothing back. His Third Soul Ring shone with intense Purple Light.

Yan had obtained this Soul Skill from a 1,500-year-old Earth Flame Dragon, and its power was exceptionally formidable.

A flaming giant nearly five meters tall emerged behind Yan, radiating terrifying might. Then, a blazing molten fire dragon surged toward Huo Yuhao.

The temperature of this fire dragon formed from magma was so high that it caused the surrounding air to expand. Waves of heat traveled through the air and reached the spectator stands.

Even from over a hundred meters away, the spectators could still feel the terror of this strike.

After releasing this skill, Yan immediately crouched down with both hands braced on his knees, gasping for breath.

Although this strike was incredibly powerful, its consumption of Soul Power was equally terrifying.

After that single attack, roughly sixty percent of Yan's Soul Power had been drained.

If even this skill could not injure Huo Yuhao, Yan would be out of options.

Facing Yan's Soul Skill, Huo Yuhao finally revealed a satisfied smile. Now this was getting a little interesting. But this match should end here!

With that thought, Huo Yuhao casually tossed the weakened Xie Yue beside him onto the ground.

Then, a longsword radiating Cold Air gathered within Huo Yuhao's palm.

Emperor Sword, Ice Extreme Unrivaled!

Once the longsword had completely formed, Huo Yuhao immediately gripped its hilt and lightly thrust it toward the fire dragon charging at him.

Extreme cold and blazing heat collided, and the near-absolute-zero temperature instantly gained the upper hand! The once ferocious fire dragon was frozen solid, and even the arena became a field blanketed in white snow!