Bloody Battle II

On the competition field, with a crowd of spectators watching, two people collided fiercely. It could hardly be called a confrontation; it was a crushing, a one-sided annihilation.

Assault System against Support System, and with the absolute suppression of a two-ringed Assault System soul master nearing the three-ring level against a one-ringed opponent, Dai Huabin didn't even need to use soul power. Just by using his Martial Soul Avatar, he could absolutely suppress Huo Yuhao in terms of attributes; any technique was simply shattered like dry wood against such absolute power. With a result that surprised no one, Huo Yuhao was sent flying by a direct impact.

Dai Huabin did not immediately unleash a killing blow; he wanted to crush Huo Yuhao bit by bit. He had learned a rough outline of how Huo Yuhao had fought his way out of the Duke's Mansion, and he believed it was only because a powerful expert had helped him. In fact, it was just as he thought: Huo Yuhao's strength was pathetic. Huo Yuhao's fists didn't even have a chance to touch him before he was knocked away by a shoulder check to the chest. He didn't need to be serious to deal with him; he could even fight with both hands tied behind his back. Dai Huabin looked at the struggling Huo Yuhao and revealed a look of disdain.

Huo Yuhao gasped for air, the pain radiating from his chest making it difficult to breathe. He coughed violently several times before he could recover, the metallic taste of blood rising from his body rushing straight to his brain. This also allowed Huo Yuhao, whose mind had been clouded by hatred, to regain a measure of clarity.

He released his Spiritual Detection to its limit, and every movement of Dai Huabin was displayed clearly in his mind. Recalling the Tang Sect Secret Techniques he had learned over these days, it was time to take them out for a spin.

Using the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track Step, he rose and charged toward Dai Huabin once again. This time, he stared fixedly at his opponent, his spiritual power pushed to the limit. Huo Yuhao's extreme speed brought the two into another collision in the blink of an eye.

"White Tiger Barrier." Dai Huabin casually activated his first soul skill, raising his hand to block the path of Huo Yuhao's punch.

"Too slow."

Everything was visible in Huo Yuhao's eyes. He retracted the force from his right fist, avoiding a head-on clash with Dai Huabin's defensive maneuver. This punch landed directly on Dai Huabin's face, but it did not yield the result Huo Yuhao had imagined; he had failed to cause any damage to Dai Huabin at all.

Before Huo Yuhao could react, Dai Huabin turned his head to meet his gaze. Huo Yuhao saw mockery in the other's signature double pupils. Then, through his spiritual sense, he saw Dai Huabin's counterattack—a fist punching directly toward his face, just like his own attack. Huo Yuhao saw it and wanted to dodge, but that fist was too fast. While he could see it in his mind, his body moved sluggishly, as if it refused to obey his commands. In Huo Yuhao's eyes, the time of that fist was stretched out, while he himself remained frozen.

The punch landed heavily on Huo Yuhao's face, and as expected, he was sent flying.

Before hitting the ground, Huo Yuhao's thoughts slowed down, and time seemed to slow with them. He confirmed that he truly could not beat his opponent. For a Support System soul master to fight an Assault System soul master while being a whole rank lower was simply overestimating his own capabilities. The opponent had only used a first soul skill to strengthen himself, yet he couldn't even break through the defense. In fact, Dai Huabin had only used his first soul skill out of a shred of caution, mostly to humiliate him for his reckless actions. If he just released his Martial Soul and poured all his soul power into it, he could easily crush him.

The physical stats provided by an Assault System Martial Soul were far too powerful at low levels. The spiritual reinforcement provided by Huo Yuhao's Martial Soul could not be converted into attack power at this stage. Some Support System Martial Souls even had a counter-effect on physical strength, making the body weaker over time.

This left Huo Yuhao, with his limited methods and insufficient attack power, with absolutely no chance. Is this how it ends? Huo Yuhao thought to himself.

Gray memories surfaced before his eyes once again. Unlike the initial rage, Huo Yuhao felt too calm inside; the gray color had already occupied the vast majority of his Sea of Spirit.

Huo Yuhao no longer had any emotions; his gray eyes were stained with a certain aura—should that be called a Death Aura?

His Spiritual Detection brought a different kind of aura, seemingly from Xiao Ya, but it could no longer affect Huo Yuhao.

On the spectator stand, seeing Huo Yuhao sent flying by his opponent's full-force attack, Tang Ya could no longer sit still. She anxiously shouted for Huo Yuhao to admit defeat; there was no need to fight given the disparity in strength. No one could say Huo Yuhao was incompetent; the professional match-up was simply wrong.

Bei Bei, sitting beside her, also couldn't sit still and wanted to take action. However, seeing Elder Xuan suddenly frown and observe intently, he temporarily suppressed his restlessness and comforted Tang Ya, telling her to watch for a moment longer. With Elder Xuan looking like this, it seemed Huo Yuhao might still have a chance, though Bei Bei couldn't imagine how Huo Yuhao could turn the tables. Still, thinking of how his little junior brother had survived alone in the Star Dou Great Forest for several months, he chose to believe in him.

Even he, an Assault System soul master with a top-tier Martial Soul, couldn't have survived in the Star Dou Great Forest for months, not even in the outer perimeter. Since his little junior brother had this ability, he must have something special about him.

After Huo Yuhao's Sea of Spirit was completely occupied by the gray, it began to change. Without the life force that existed when Huo Yuhao was in control, memory fragments began to float up from the bottom of the Sea of Spirit. All the memories that could be stored in the Sea of Spirit were moments filled with intense emotions. What emotion was most prevalent in Huo Yuhao's short life? Certainly not positive ones; those had dissipated after his mother died. Then what remained?

Anger filled the Sea of Spirit, whipping up a spiritual storm centered around individual memory fragments, raging through the Sea of Spirit.

Tian Meng and Wang Yi trembled in the pure land beside the cocoon, watching a storm that should have been impossible to see in the human world, observing it from the center. At this moment, Electrolux had completely taken control of Huo Yuhao's Sea of Spirit. Tian Meng had no way to intervene; the result of him fighting Electrolux would only be the same as the first time, causing damage to Huo Yuhao's Sea of Spirit. This time, Huo Yuhao had fully accepted Electrolux's power, and Tian Meng, despite having power, had no way to unleash it.

"Wait, Yuhao," Tian Meng felt his previous protective measures beginning to unseal, "that will cause irreversible damage to your body! Think about it!"

But this was just Tian Meng's wishful thinking. Huo Yuhao had no emotions left at this moment; he only felt his shackles beginning to loosen, his whole being feeling light. At this moment, there was only one task.

Destruction! Bring death!

Clang! The sound of chains falling and colliding with the ground echoed across the arena. Everyone heard this illusory sound, but no one could find its source.

Just as Huo Yuhao was about to exercise his power of death, the Green Aura in his Sea of Spirit felt the disturbance and began to tremble, breaking out of its shell.

As soon as it appeared, it began to vent its power, changing the raging Sea of Spirit and bringing the power of life. These two forces began to vie for control of the Sea of Spirit, yet they caused no damage to it.

This left Tian Meng somewhat confused; how could such a massive spiritual confrontation not cause damage? But it no longer mattered. He was already fleeing through the Sea of Spirit with Wang Yi; his own power struggle would only cause harm to Huo Yuhao.

After all, this was someone else's power. The only explanation for why such a confrontation wouldn't cause damage was that both were Huo Yuhao's own powers; this was his own spiritual choice. Perhaps this was the side effect of having spiritual power that far exceeded his current realm.

However, despite all this turmoil in the Sea of Spirit, only a short moment had passed in reality. Huo Yuhao only just landed on the ground, rolling uncontrollably several times before coming to a stop.

But that no longer mattered; the shackles had been broken. His Spirit Eye had been stained gray, and the intricate patterns emerging from his pupils had begun to grow beyond his eyes.

The fluctuations of his spiritual power were now perceptible to everyone.

Huo Yuhao ignored the strain on his body and launched his counterattack, combining a spiritual attack with the full release of his Purple Demon Eye.

In an instant, Dai Huabin's head felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer, his mind going blank. Huo Yuhao didn't fare well either; the backlash from such a forced attack was immense. Blood tears streamed from his Spirit Eye, and a nosebleed gushed out under the high pressure. It mixed with the blood flowing from the wounds on his face, dripping onto the scrapes he had sustained while rolling, flowing down like a small stream.

At this moment, Dai Huabin, having recovered, began to get serious: "I didn't expect a piece of trash like you to actually be able to hurt me. I'll play with you a bit."

His first and second soul rings lit up simultaneously. White Tiger Barrier and White Tiger Intense Light Wave were activated at the same time. As he fired the wave, he charged forward, intending to finish Huo Yuhao off directly.

Huo Yuhao, still bleeding, watched his opponent's attack with a smile.