The Sparring Session Ends in an Instant

After speaking, Lang Ya snapped his fingers. Huo Yuhao suddenly realized that not only the group of children around Lang Ya, but also Zhou Yi and Dong'er seemed to have been hit with a pause button; they stood frozen in place, and the soul power fluctuations on their bodies vanished entirely.

"To ensure no one interferes with your battle, little Huo Yuhao, I have temporarily brought their thoughts to a standstill. But do not worry, you only need to defeat the disciples I have brought with me." As Lang Ya spoke, he beckoned to those behind him.

Immediately, a child with a noticeably massive right hand walked over, but for some reason, the boy's eyes were vacant, and the flow of soul power within him was highly irregular.

Huo Yuhao could recognize that this child, along with the others following Lang Ya, lacked any normal consciousness; they were merely puppets controlled by Lang Ya.

He was already channeling his first soul skill. According to the opponent's claims, this was a Body Sect powerhouse with at least Soul Douluo cultivation; Zhou Yi alone could never stand against him. Furthermore, the effect of this soul skill was sinister—it was somewhat similar to his own, directly impacting the target's mind to create something akin to an illusion, though in reality, it was an alteration of the physical world.

If he were to clash head-on... even if the essence of the Spirit Genesis God was a million-year soul skill, it might not be able to directly confront him while sealed at the thousand-year level, but if he focused his power on a single point to dispel someone's soul skill, that would be no problem!

He knew the man was not the type to honestly keep his word. In his past life, when he first met him, the man had tried to team up with another to forcibly abduct him.

Even if he could truly defeat these children this time, the man might not let them go willingly. Given the man's mental state, he would likely fly into a rage and forcibly abduct him anyway.

I must find a way to send a message out. If Long Xiaoyao's strength is still there... even half a second would be enough!

Unnoticed, he slowly moved in front of Zhou Yi and Dong'er, blocking Lang Ya's line of sight. He knew Lang Ya would surely notice his small movements, but the man was arrogant enough not to take such trifles to heart.

"I will fight you, but... you must keep your promise!" Huo Yuhao marched aggressively toward the strange child, and Lang Ya nodded in satisfaction.

"Of course, it is well known throughout the Body Sect that I, Lang Ya, am a man of my word." He laughed, snapped his fingers again to toss everyone except Huo Yuhao and the child into the spectator stands, and took a seat in the best viewing spot in the VIP area.

His eighth soul skill had already blanketed the entire Soul Fighting Arena, and he had indeed sensed the soul power Huo Yuhao had applied to the girl.

However, with a casual flick of his hand, he caused Huo Yuhao's soul power to dissipate into nothingness.

"What use are small tricks..." Lang Ya looked at Huo Yuhao on the stage with a smirk. From that trace of soul power, he sensed an incredibly potent mental energy. His guess was correct: the child's martial soul was not merely eyes, but a combination of eyes and brain.

"Let me see just how many more surprises you have in store."

Successfully sent Dong'er out... He doesn't seem to have noticed this puppet made of mental energy.

Huo Yuhao glanced at Lang Ya in the VIP seats. Fortunately, this soul skill was powerful enough. Now, he would deal with the battle at hand and use it to stall for time.

He looked at the child. The boy's right palm was at least as large as his own head, and a strange yellow pattern adorned the back of his hand. Unsurprisingly, it was likely the same special marking as Lang Ya's, used to display one's soul rings.

"At least state your name," Huo Yuhao said, but the opponent showed no reaction.

"Haha, this child is rather introverted. Let me introduce them to you instead."

"The one in front of you is Tao Yu, his martial soul is his right hand. The long-legged one is Chang Tu, his martial soul is his pair of legs... and that one with the exceptionally large ears is Hai Jiu, his martial soul is his pair of ears."

"Without exception, they are all one-ring soul masters with hundred-year soul rings. As far as I know, you have Innate Full Soul Power and have already obtained your first soul ring, so this battle should be considered fair."

After the introduction, Tao Yu bowed slightly. As he extended his right hand toward Huo Yuhao, a pattern similar to the one on his hand appeared on his palm. Simultaneously, the palm grew increasingly massive, becoming nearly the size of Tao Yu's entire body, yet he showed no signs of strain. A yellow hundred-year soul ring emerged from his palm and finally nested around his wrist.

After a deep breath, Huo Yuhao's eyes erupted with purple light. As starlight swirled, a thousand-year soul ring appeared behind his head.

"A thousand-year soul ring!" Lang Ya stood up immediately. He had not expected Huo Yuhao to give him such a huge surprise just by summoning his soul ring.

His first soul ring was at the thousand-year level... This was no longer a matter of martial soul quality; the child himself was a monstrous prodigy! Even with the current sect master possessing a top-tier Body Martial Soul, his first soul ring had only reached the limit of nine hundred and ninety-nine years...

A treasure... the little fellow named Huo Yuhao before him was an immense, unparalleled treasure!

Lang Ya frantically suppressed the urge to cry out, knowing that if he made a strange noise now, it would surely ruin this highly entertaining battle. He had to remain quiet.

With a thousand-year first soul ring and a Body Martial Soul, he had to see exactly what Huo Yuhao was capable of.

Meanwhile, Tao Yu had launched his first wave of attacks.

He charged rapidly toward Huo Yuhao, his right hand clenched into a fist that was physically the size of a sandbag, aiming straight for Huo Yuhao's face.

But Huo Yuhao seemed to have frozen; he remained in place, staring fixedly at the charging Tao Yu. The only difference was that he had adopted a strange starting stance.

Just as Tao Yu's fist was about to strike, the soul ring behind Huo Yuhao's head suddenly flared, and a wave of mental energy rippled from his body.

"A soul skill—he used his first soul skill, a thousand-year first soul skill!" Lang Ya shouted in his heart. Watching Huo Yuhao use a thousand-year soul skill made him even more excited than when he had used his first ten-thousand-year soul skill.

He sensed the mental fluctuations around Huo Yuhao and discovered that the form of that mental energy was remarkably similar to his own martial soul.

In the blink of an eye, Lang Ya suddenly realized that the positions of Tao Yu and Huo Yuhao had swapped in an instant.

No, it wasn't a simple swap. To be precise, Huo Yuhao was now standing in place, while Tao Yu was already lying on the ground. Not only had the soul ring nested on his wrist vanished, but his bloated right hand had also returned to its original size.

In other words, Huo Yuhao had ended the battle between himself and Tao Yu in the time it took to blink!