Seventy-one wins and zero losses, the students: He's simply a superman

The area beneath the stage fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone stared blankly at the unconscious figure being carried away on a stretcher, their minds completely blank.

Another... another one-hit finish?

A level twenty-five Soul Grand Master, a third-year student, a combatant ranked in the top fifty of the grade—

Defeated in a single move again?

Someone subconsciously swallowed, their throat too dry to make a sound.

Someone clutched their head, unable to believe their own eyes.

Someone even suspected they were dreaming and pinched their own thigh—it hurt; it was real.

All of this was real.

The youth standing on the Soul Fighting Platform, the youth who was only level thirteen, had truly defeated a level twenty-five Soul Grand Master with just one move.

And this was already the second one.

"Is this guy... really only level thirteen?"

Wang Dong muttered to himself, his voice filled with disbelief.

He sat among the crowd, hands gripping his knees so tightly his knuckles turned white.

A level thirteen little Soul Master had crushed two Soul Grand Masters over level twenty.

If someone had told him such a thing before, Wang Dong would have only treated it as a joke, perhaps even mocking the person for it.

Even when making up stories, one had to follow the basic laws of reality; there was a major realm and a soul ring gap between level thirteen and the twenties—how could one fight? What could one use to fight?

But now, this "joke" had played out vividly right before his eyes.

He had seen both battles clearly.

In the first, Liu Ping's full-force blade strike was caught between Huo Yuhao's two fingers, followed by a one-hit knockout with a single palm strike.

In the second, Zhou Yang's long-range harassment was met with Huo Yuhao catching a fireball barehanded and returning it twofold, before appearing behind him like a ghost to deliver another one-hit knockout.

The two battles combined had taken less time than it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Huo Yuhao hadn't even utilized his soul rings.

He hadn't even released any soul skills, keeping his martial soul only in its manifested state.

He had won, just like that, with effortless ease.

Wang Dong took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm his surging emotions.

He looked at the lean figure on the stage, and a thought suddenly welled up in his heart—

If it were him, could he do it?

If it were a one-on-one to defeat Liu Ping or Zhou Yang, he could certainly do it.

His martial soul was of extremely high quality, and his soul rings far surpassed those of his peers; even if his soul power was lower than theirs, dealing with a level twenty-something Soul Grand Master would be no issue.

But he couldn't do it so easily.

He couldn't do it with such nonchalance.

And he certainly couldn't... finish both fights in a single move.

"Hahaha, I've struck gold!"

Mu Jin was ecstatic, nearly laughing out loud.

She sat at the very front of the Class Nine students, her beautiful eyes shining brilliantly, unable to suppress the smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

If not for the occasion, she would have stood up to applaud Huo Yuhao right then and there.

It had been an unintentional act—or rather, she had simply disliked the look on Zhou Yi's face and lent the boy a hand on a whim—

And the result?

The result was that not only had she thoroughly disgusted Zhou Yi, but their Class Nine had also gained a terrifyingly powerful Soul Master!

No, not a Soul Grand Master.

A level thirteen little Soul Master.

Level thirteen!

If he could one-shot a level twenty-five Soul Grand Master at level thirteen, how strong would he be when he reached level twenty or thirty?

The more Mu Jin thought about it, the more excited she became, her chest heaving with agitation.

She looked at the upright figure on the stage, already beginning to calculate—once the wager ended, she had to recruit Huo Yuhao immediately.

Although she had verbally claimed that Huo Yuhao belonged to Class Nine, it hadn't gone through the official process yet, so he couldn't technically be counted as a student of her class.

If such a fine seedling were snatched away by another class, she would regret it to her dying day.

As for Zhou Yi?

Mu Jin glanced at Zhou Yi, whose face was ashen not far away, and the smile on her lips deepened.

Serves you right.

Letting you be arrogant, letting you be cocky, letting you expel students at the drop of a hat.

Well, look at you now—hit a steel plate, didn't you?

Lin Yan slumped in his seat, his eyes vacant and his lips trembling slightly.

The same thought echoed repeatedly in his mind—

This is not Huo Yuhao.

This is not the Huo Yuhao in his memories.

How could that insecure, sensitive, cowardly boy possibly possess this kind of strength?

Lin Yan slammed his eyes shut, his hands gripping his hair tightly.

No.

Something is definitely wrong.

Either there is a problem with his memory, or there is a problem with this Huo Yuhao.

But regardless of which possibility it was, it sent a bone-chilling cold through him.

If the Huo Yuhao in his memories was fake, then what credibility did his memories even have?

If this Huo Yuhao was fake, then who exactly was he?

Lin Yan dared not think any further.

On the Soul Fighting Platform.

Huo Yuhao stood with his palms retracted.

He watched the unconscious figure being carried off the stage, his gaze as calm as water.

Zhou Yang's body was carried away on a stretcher, passing through the crowd and quickly disappearing toward the exit of the Soul Fighting Arena.

Then, he raised his head and looked in the direction where Zhou Yi was standing.

The boy's expression was calm, his eyes indifferent, as if that palm strike just now was nothing more than swatting away a fly.

His hands remained in his pockets, his posture as straight as a pine, and not even a speck of dust had touched his clothes.

He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet it reached everyone's ears clearly—

"Next."

There was no triumph, no mockery, and no provocation in his voice.

Only indifference.

It was faint, as if he were stating a fact.

Or perhaps asking—

How many more of you are there? I'm in a hurry.

Below the stage, Zhou Yi's expression could no longer be described as merely ugly.

Her face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, blue veins bulged on her forehead, her teeth ground together with a clicking sound, and her hands were clenched so tightly that her nails dug deep into her palms, drawing a trace of blood.

Trash!

They were all trash!

A level 23 soul master insta-killed, and a level 25 one insta-killed as well!

A thirteen-level brat had actually challenged two of her students in a row, and both were defeated in a single move!

Where was she, Zhou Yi, supposed to put her face now?!

In all her years of teaching, she had never suffered such a massive setback in front of any student.

And to make matters worse, this student was just a newly enrolled freshman, only level 13!

Zhou Yi took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

It didn't matter.

There was still a third, a fourth, a fifth...

Although she, Zhou Yi, had been demoted to the freshman classes over the years, she had taught hundreds of students.

While most of these students were only around level 20, they had the advantage of numbers.

A war of attrition would eventually exhaust Huo Yuhao's soul power and stamina.

No matter how strong he was, he was only level 13.

His soul power reserves were limited, and no matter how strong his physical body was, he would eventually tire.

She refused to believe that Huo Yuhao could keep winning forever.

She refused to believe that this thirteen-level brat was truly invincible.

Zhou Yi turned abruptly, her gaze sweeping through the crowd, finally landing in one direction—

Standing there were more than a dozen students she had once taught.

These were the ones she had urgently summoned from the third and second grades.

"You, you, and you—get on the stage in order."

Zhou Yi pointed at a few people at random, her voice as gloomy as ice.

"Yes, Teacher Zhou."

Those few students exchanged glances, and although they were apprehensive, they steeled themselves and stepped onto the Soul Fighting Platform.

Half an hour later.

"Which one is this?"

A male student from Class One swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he asked the classmate beside him.

His voice was very soft, as if he were afraid of disturbing something.

"The... the seventy-first."

The male student looked at the dense records in his hand, his voice equally shaky; his fingers trembled slightly, causing the tip of his pen to leave a crooked mark on the paper.

From the beginning until now, a full two hours had passed.

Huo Yuhao had challenged seventy-one Soul Grand Masters in succession.

Seventy-one.

And he hadn't rested once in between.

One match after another, one opponent after another, as if he were tireless.

What was even more terrifying was—

Huo Yuhao hadn't been injured once so far.

He hadn't even had the hem of his clothes touched.

Those people had been full of bluster when they stepped onto the stage, but they were all unconscious by the time they were carried off.

Some were knocked out by a palm, some by a punch, some by a kick, and some were even knocked out by the rebound of their own soul skills...

But without exception, it was always one move.

One move to subdue the enemy.

One move to secure a kill.

Seventy-one people, seventy-one moves.

On average, each person stood on the stage for no more than three minutes.

What kind of concept was this?

The male student looked at the records in his hand, then looked up at the figure on the stage who was still standing tall, his mind a complete blank.

Was this level of soul power reserve and strength really that of a level thirteen Soul Master?

Even a level thirty Soul Elder wouldn't be this outrageous, right?!

Similar discussions rose and fell throughout the crowd—

"Am I seeing things? It's already over seventy, why isn't he tired yet?"

"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask? I want to know too, damn it!"

"Is he even human? A level thirteen taking on over seventy Soul Grand Masters, and one-shotting them all? Who would believe that if we told them?"

"I just pinched myself three times; it hurt like hell. This isn't a dream."

"It's over, it's over. I bet on him to lose, I bet five hundred Gold Soul Coins... that's my living expenses for the academy!"

Some wailed, some marveled, some couldn't believe their eyes, and some had already begun to question reality.

But everyone shared one common realization—

This Huo Yuhao was simply a superman!