Void God Vision

Huo Yuhao's gaze also turned toward Wang Gang as he stepped onto the stage.

Deep within his eyes, a glimmer of pearlescent light quietly swirled—his Spirit Eye Martial Soul had long been activated, yet he had kept his soul rings concealed.

At this moment, the instant Wang Gang stepped onto the Soul Fighting Platform, his gaze had already seen through the man completely.

His frame was burly, with a broad back and thick waist, his arm muscles knotted like cast steel, and his exposed skin a dull, bronzed hue—the mark of long-term physical tempering.

His footsteps were steady and powerful as he walked, each step landing as if he were one with the earth.

A physical cultivator.

And one with no small amount of mastery.

Huo Yuhao made a swift judgment in his mind.

This man's Martial Soul was likely a power-type beast soul, and in all probability, a variety renowned for defense and strength.

Under his Spirit Detection, the flow of soul power within Wang Gang's body was laid bare—Level 29.

A Level 29 Soul Grand Master, just one step away from breaking through to Level 30 and entering the realm of a Soul Elder.

Huo Yuhao's eyes narrowed slightly.

A Level 29 power-type Soul Grand Master was, for him right now, indeed a troublesome opponent.

Of the previous seventy-one opponents, the highest had been only Level 27, and most possessed ordinary Martial Souls.

But this Wang Gang before him was a cut above the rest, both in terms of soul power level and physical strength.

However—

Troublesome was all he was.

Huo Yuhao withdrew his gaze, his expression remaining as calm as still water.

The referee walked to the center of the Soul Fighting Platform, looked at the two, and raised a hand to signal.

"Both sides, please state your names, Martial Souls, and soul power levels."

This was the basic etiquette of soul fighting, as well as a sign of respect for one's opponent.

Wang Gang took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart.

He glanced at Huo Yuhao standing opposite him and spoke in a deep voice:

"Wang Gang, Martial Soul Thousand Jun Steel Ant, soul power level—Level 29!"

His voice was steady and powerful, like a heavy hammer striking the hearts of everyone off the stage.

Level 29!

The freshmen below were stunned for a moment, then erupted into bursts of exclamation—

"Level 29?! Did I hear that right? Level 29!"

"Good heavens, it really is Level 29! Just one level away from being a Soul Elder!"

"Level 29 against Level 13, a gap of a full sixteen levels; there's no way he can lose this!"

A male student slapped his thigh in excitement, the gloom on his face swept away.

He had just watched with his own eyes as Huo Yuhao defeated seventy-one students in a row, and his heart had gone cold—his five hundred Gold Soul Coins had looked like they were about to vanish into thin air.

But now, Wang Gang had stepped up.

A Level 29 Soul Grand Master!

This was a sure win!

"Of course he can't lose!" another student beside him chimed in, his face full of certainty. "I've seen the Thousand Jun Steel Ant in a copy of the Martial Soul Compendium; it's an extremely rare mutated Martial Soul, evolved from the Thousand Jun Ant.

This type of Martial Soul is renowned for strength and defense. Combined with Level 29 soul power, he wouldn't even fear a Level 30 Soul Elder!"

"Really? Not even afraid of a Level 30 Soul Elder?"

"Of course! Haven't you seen those bulging muscles on Wang Gang? Those are the marks left by years of physical training!

This kind of power-type soul master is the perfect counter to those flashy, showy soul skills. Huo Yuhao is nothing compared to Wang Gang!"

"That's great! My five hundred Gold Soul Coins are safe!"

The male student let out a long breath, a smile of relief appearing on his face.

The few people around him echoed his sentiments, as if they could already see the image of Huo Yuhao being swatted away by Wang Gang's palm.

However, many in the crowd remained silent.

Xiao Xiao was one of them.

She sat in her seat, her hands gripping the hem of her skirt tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.

Her gaze was locked onto the slender figure on the stage, her eyes filled with worry.

It wasn't for the sake of the one thousand Gold Soul Coins.

She was worried about the person she had felt an affinity for at first sight.

Seventy-one opponents, a continuous gauntlet, with no rest and no time to catch his breath.

No matter how strong one's strength might be, there should always be a limit to physical stamina, right?

And right now, he was facing a level 29 Soul Grand Master.

Xiao Xiao bit her lip, praying silently in her heart—Huo Yuhao, you must win!

"Huo Yuhao, Martial Soul Spirit Eye, Soul Power Level—fourteen."

On the platform, Huo Yuhao's calm voice rang out.

The crowd below was stunned for a moment, followed by a wave of low murmurs.

"Fourteen? Wasn't he level thirteen?"

"Teacher Zhou Yi always said he was level thirteen before, how did he suddenly become level fourteen?"

"What's so strange about that? Either he lied about his soul power level when he registered, or he was already on the verge of a breakthrough at level thirteen before coming to the academy, and just happened to break through to fourteen during these past five days."

"What's the difference between thirteen and fourteen? Aren't they both just over level ten? Fighting a level twenty-nine is still just walking to his death."

"That's true."

The murmurs quickly died down.

To the freshmen below, there was indeed no difference between level thirteen and level fourteen.

In their eyes, a Soul Master at just over level ten facing a level 29 Soul Grand Master had only one outcome—

A one-to-nine split.

One punch from Wang Gang, and Huo Yuhao would be sent to the nine springs.

The referee looked at the two, confirmed they were ready, stepped back, and raised his right hand—

"Begin!"

The moment the words fell, Wang Gang moved.

"Martial Soul Possession!"

A low roar erupted from within him, sounding like the cry of an ancient beast.

His muscles surged violently, and a faint metallic luster appeared on his skin, making him stand on the Soul Fighting Platform like an iron tower.

At the same time, two bright yellow soul rings rose slowly from beneath his feet, shimmering brilliantly in the sunlight.

Two hundred-year soul rings.

Level 29 Soul Power.

Exclamations erupted from the crowd once more.

However, Wang Gang did not rush to attack.

He stood where he was, his gaze locked tightly onto Huo Yuhao, like a dormant beast patiently waiting for its prey to reveal a flaw.

He had heard Zhou Yi talk about Huo Yuhao's fighting style.

A bizarre soul skill that could reflect others' soul skills.

A palm technique that grew stronger with every strike.

And that ghostly, high-speed movement technique.

Any one of these Self-Created Soul Skills would be enough to cause a headache.

And now, they were all concentrated in a fourteen-year-old boy.

Wang Gang dared not underestimate him.

He would not be reckless and underestimate the enemy like Liu Ping, nor would he be led by the nose like Zhou Yang.

What he intended to do was use his pressure to force Huo Yuhao to reveal a flaw, and then—

A one-hit kill.

Huo Yuhao also activated his Martial Soul Possession.

The pearlescent white light deep within his eyes grew more intense, and a single bright yellow soul ring slowly emerged beneath his feet—a hundred-year soul ring, shimmering with a soft luster in the sunlight.

Seeing this, the crowd below wore expressions of surprise.

It wasn't that they were surprised Huo Yuhao's soul ring was a hundred-year one—everyone had hundred-year soul rings; they were long since accustomed to it.

Rather, they were surprised by the fact—

Huo Yuhao had defeated seventy-one Soul Grand Masters without even using his soul ring?

And yet, his soul ring was only around the hundred-year level?

Did that not mean that in those previous seventy-one battles, he hadn't even used his full strength?

As this thought surfaced, the expressions of many changed.

Wang Gang noticed this as well. His pupils constricted slightly, and alarm bells rang in his heart.

But Huo Yuhao did not give him much time to think.

After activating his Martial Soul Possession, he simply stood there quietly, watching Wang Gang with a calm gaze, as if he were admiring a beast trapped in a cage.

A moment later, he suddenly spoke.

"Level 29 fighting my Level 14, and you still don't dare to come up?"

The voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears.

The crowd below the stage was stunned.

What was Huo Yuhao doing?

Provoking Wang Gang on his own initiative?

Had he gone mad?

Wang Gang did not move.

He remained standing in place, his gaze locked onto Huo Yuhao, his expression unchanging.

But his hands had already quietly clenched into fists.

Meanwhile, Zhou Yi, standing below the stage, was growing impatient.

She watched the two confronting each other on the platform, her brows furrowed tightly.

What was Wang Gang doing? Why wasn't he attacking?

Level 29 with a mutated Martial Soul against Huo Yuhao's Level 14 Spirit Eye Martial Soul—no matter how one looked at it, Wang Gang held the absolute upper hand!

What's more, she still had a backup plan—that Blood Soul Pill was still in Wang Gang's possession.

In such a situation, Wang Gang still didn't dare to attack?

Zhou Yi took a deep breath and spoke in a low, stern voice:

"Wang Gang, defeat him!"

Her voice carried an unquestionable authority.

Hearing Zhou Yi's words, Wang Gang's body stiffened slightly.

He knew he could not delay any longer.

He took a deep breath and suddenly exerted force with his feet—

"Boom!"

The floor of the Soul Fighting Platform let out a muffled thud as he stomped, and his entire body surged toward Huo Yuhao like a charging rhinoceros!

Ten meters of distance were covered in an instant!

At the same time, the first soul ring beneath his feet suddenly lit up—

"First Soul Skill: Steel Arm!"

A dull, dark light surged from within his body, rapidly covering his arms.

The light did not dissipate, instead condensing on the surface of his arms into a thick, steel-like sheen, as if he had been fitted with a pair of steel bracers.

This was his first soul skill—transforming his arms into steel, granting them immense defensive and offensive power.

A single punch was enough to shatter stone and crack monuments!

Wang Gang rushed to Huo Yuhao's front, his right arm raised high, the Steel Arm glinting with a cold, icy light under the sun as he smashed it fiercely toward Huo Yuhao's face!

The wind of the punch whistled, powerful as a thunderbolt!

The crowd below held their breath—

If this punch landed, Huo Yuhao would be dead or severely injured!

However—

Huo Yuhao remained standing in place, not moving a muscle.

Deep within his eyes, a brilliant, pearlescent light suddenly flared.

The first soul ring beneath his feet slowly lit up.

Void God Vision.

This was his first soul skill, and it had only one effect—to see through.

Within his field of vision, Wang Gang's body instantly became transparent.

Muscles, bones, meridians, the trajectory of his soul power flow—nothing could hide.

And at this moment, tiny specks of white light appeared on Wang Gang's body.

Those white lights were the key acupuncture points where his soul power circulated.

Danzhong, Qihai, Mingmen, Dantian... every major point was a critical node for the operation of his soul power.

As long as one of them was struck, the soul power maintaining his soul skill would instantly stagnate or even collapse.

Wang Gang's fist was already within reach.

Huo Yuhao did not dodge.

He simply opened his mouth slightly and exhaled a breath.

That aura was as thin as a strand of hair, yet as fast as lightning, vanishing in a flash across the air—

It struck precisely at a major acupoint on Wang Gang's chest.

The Dantian point.

Wang Gang only felt a numbness in his chest, as if he had been lightly pricked by a fine needle.

Then, he felt the soul power within his body suddenly stagnate, as if something had blocked the channels of its flow.

The Steel Arm condensed upon his arms dissipated in an instant.

Wang Gang's pupils shrank—

What?!

Before he could react, Huo Yuhao had already moved.

His left hand shot out like lightning, precisely grabbing the right arm that Wang Gang had just lost the reinforcement of, his five fingers clamping down with force, locking onto him like iron pincers.

At the same time, Huo Yuhao turned his body slightly, lowered his right shoulder, and slammed into Wang Gang's chest as if he were a mountain—

Iron Mountain Lean!

"Bang!"

With a dull thud, Wang Gang felt as if his chest had been struck by a charging rhinoceros; a massive, overwhelming force surged toward him, forcing an involuntary grunt from his throat.

"Hmph!"

His body swayed, and he nearly lost his footing.

Wang Gang gritted his teeth, attempting to pull back the right arm that Huo Yuhao had seized.

But that hand seemed welded into Huo Yuhao's palm, remaining completely motionless.

Wang Gang's expression finally changed.

He looked up, meeting Huo Yuhao's eyes, which were as calm as still water, and a chill he had never felt before surged through his heart.

Was this boy really only level fourteen?

Just then, Huo Yuhao moved.

He released his left hand from Wang Gang's right arm, brought the fingers of his right hand together, and pushed out a palm.

The movement was still not fast, even bordering on gentle.

But the moment the palm pushed out, a terrifying power began to gather, surge, and stack within his palm—

Fourth Layer Overlapping Wave Palm!

The four layers of palm force stacked upon one another, four times the power crashing toward Wang Gang's chest like four giant waves, one after another!

Liu Ping had only endured the First Layer Overlapping Wave Palm and had passed out on the spot.

Zhou Yang had endured two layers.

And now, it was four.

Four times the power—even a true Soul Elder would be injured if they took this head-on!

Wang Gang's pupils suddenly contracted to pinpricks.

Feeling the terrifying power contained within that palm, countless thoughts flashed through his mind—

He couldn't dodge.

He couldn't dodge this palm.

Huo Yuhao's timing was too cunning.

He had just been struck by the Iron Mountain Lean, his blood and qi were in turmoil, his center of gravity was unstable, and his old strength was spent while his new strength had yet to arise.

If he tried to force a dodge now, he would only expose an even greater opening.

Since he couldn't dodge—

Then he wouldn't!

A flash of ruthlessness crossed Wang Gang's eyes, and the second soul ring beneath his feet flared brilliantly!

"Second Soul Skill: Vajra Body!"

A radiant golden light erupted from within his body, instantly covering him from head to toe!

The light did not dissipate, instead condensing into a pale golden barrier on his skin, as if draping him in a suit of vajra armor.

This was his second soul skill—Vajra Body.

For a short time, it transformed his body into a vajra physique, increasing his defensive power exponentially!

Blades and swords would strike him as if hitting steel, leaving him unscathed! Even soul skill attacks would be significantly weakened!

This was Wang Gang's trump card for survival.

Relying on this move, he had once taken the full-force strike of a level thirty Soul Elder without suffering a scratch.

Now, facing this palm from Huo Yuhao—

He believed that his Vajra Body would be enough to withstand it!

"Bang!"

A palm landed solidly against Wang Gang's chest.

Golden light flared brilliantly, colliding with the force of the palm and erupting into a jarring roar.

A trace of a smile appeared on Wang Gang's face.

He had blocked it—

However, that smile lasted for only an instant.

The next second, his expression froze.

A strange power pierced through the defenses of his Vajra Body and surged directly into his body!

That power did not strike outward; instead, it seeped inward, spreading through his internal organs in a peculiar, oscillating manner!

Tremor.

This was another of Huo Yuhao's Self-Created Soul Skills.

It was specifically designed to counter defense-type soul masters.

The principle was simple—to channel soul power in the form of vibrations, piercing through an opponent's external defenses to strike their internal organs directly.

You can defend against the outside, but can you defend against the inside?