Long Yaochen: I'll blow you up this afternoon!

"It's coming!"

Under the gaze of Long Yaochen, Huo Yuhao slowly raised his head. The hint of sea blue in his eyes was suddenly ignited by a blue-gold radiance.

In an instant, everyone on the soul fighting arena seemed to hear the low, rhythmic sound of ocean tides.

Despite the complete absence of water, the charging Hell White Tiger slammed into an boundless ocean. Its massive tiger body froze mid-air, and the interwoven black and white soul power began to tremble violently.

From within the Hell White Tiger came the voice of Dai Huabin, filled with disbelief: "Impossible!"

Huo Yuhao raised his hand and pressed it against his forehead.

At that moment, a faint trident mark seemed to flash across the center of his brow.

"Vast Sea Soul-Suppressing Strike!"

BOOM—!

An invisible wave of spiritual energy crashed toward the Hell White Tiger like a tidal surge.

A blue-gold crack suddenly appeared on the forehead of the Hell White Tiger. Immediately after, the crack spread like a spiderweb, covering the entire massive tiger body in the blink of an eye.

The next moment, the tiger's roar came to an abrupt halt.

Under the gaze of everyone present, the massive Hell White Tiger shattered into pieces with a deafening blast!

Violent soul power swept across the arena, causing the referee's expression to shift as he immediately moved to suppress the shockwaves.

Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu were sent flying backward from the fragmented light. Zhu Lu fainted on the spot, while Dai Huabin slammed heavily onto the stage, vomiting a mouthful of blood.

The entire arena fell into a deathly silence.

A ten-year soul ring.

A freshman with barely over ten levels of soul power.

Had actually shattered the Hell White Tiger head-on?

Are you kidding me?!

Many students subconsciously rubbed their eyes, as if doubting what they had just seen.

At the highest point of the spectator stands, the indifference on Yan Shaozhe's face was finally broken, and Qian Doudou also put away his joking expression. The two exchanged a glance.

Both saw the confusion in the other's eyes.

This power... is this something a one-ring soul master is supposed to be able to unleash?

On the other side, the expression on Long Yaochen's face also turned serious.

You little brat! It really is you!

"This is actually a spiritual attack a freshman can unleash? Do you have the confidence to block this strike?" Ma Xiaotao's tone was full of worry. Her brows were tightly furrowed, and the fiery temper she usually displayed was completely gone.

If she were caught off guard, even she might find herself in a sorry state against this strike from Huo Yuhao.

"A spiritual attack?"

Long Yaochen let out a low chuckle, a flash of golden light passing through his eyes. "Then he had better dare to use it again this afternoon. I happen to have something interesting to show him as well."

On the soul fighting arena, Huo Yuhao slowly lowered his hand.

His face was somewhat pale, and his chest rose and fell slightly.

But at this moment, no one dared to look down on this boy with the ten-year soul ring again.

Even Wang Dong looked at him in disbelief.

This afternoon... should I just start acting?

Huo Yuhao, the focus of everyone's attention, ignored the shocked gazes around him and walked toward Dai Huabin step by step.

Between his fingers, a point of cold light quietly emerged.

The referee's expression changed drastically, and he barked, "Huo Yuhao!"

The next instant, the referee moved like lightning, appearing between the two in a flash and swatting the hidden weapon away with a palm strike.

CLANG—!

The crisp sound of metal striking metal echoed across the arena.

"Enough!" The referee's voice was completely stern. "The outcome has been decided. Attacking a student who has lost the ability to resist will result in immediate disqualification!"

Huo Yuhao's hand froze in mid-air.

He looked silently at the referee blocking his path, the blue-gold light in his eyes fading bit by bit.

Protected behind the referee, Dai Huabin's face was deathly pale, yet he still bared his teeth and let out a low, blood-flecked laugh: "What? Too scared? A mongrel is always a mongrel!"

Huo Yuhao's fists were clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh, yet he did not loosen them.

Deep within his Sea of Spirit, that gentle voice sounded once more.

"Hold back, Yuhao."

"Now is not the time. You have already proven your worth; the higher-ups of Shrek will surely favor you from here on out!"

Huo Yuhao closed his eyes with some reluctance, and when he opened them again, the blue-gold light had dissipated.

"You had better... always have someone protecting you."

Leaving this sentence behind, Huo Yuhao turned and walked away. Behind him, the referee's voice rang out: "In this match, the Huo Yuhao team is victorious."

As soon as the words fell, the Soul Fighting Zone, which had been deathly silent for so long, erupted once again.

Amidst the deafening roar of the crowd, Huo Yuhao looked up at a figure in the stands.

My strike just now... are you not afraid?

Wait until I completely reclaim my destiny this afternoon.

He saw Long Yaochen extend a thumb, then slowly turn it downward, silently mouthing a few words:

"This afternoon, I'll crush you."

In the afternoon, at the Soul Fighting Zone.

The spectator stands were now packed to the point of bursting.

The mysterious team proposed by the academy was already attractive enough on its own.

But after Huo Yuhao's strike that pierced the Hell White Tiger in the morning spread by word of mouth, almost half of the outer courtyard students had arrived, along with a small portion of inner courtyard disciples.

"Senior Sister, what exactly was that outrageous spiritual attack this morning?"

In the stands, Ma Xiaotao pushed Zhang Lexuan to a more central position.

"I don't know either. However..." Zhang Lexuan shook her head, the gravity in her eyes replaced by determination, "I believe Long Yaochen won't lose."

"Sigh... we've spent so much time together, yet he hasn't even used his soul skills more than a few times." Ma Xiaotao rubbed her head, feeling a headache; she couldn't even gauge Long Yaochen's combat power.

"Let's wait and see," Zhang Lexuan said calmly.

Not far away, Yan Shaozhe and Qian Duoduo also arrived on time.

As soon as they met, Qian Duoduo said with a sincere expression, "Old Yan, can we change the terms of this morning's bet?"

Yan Shaozhe gave him a speechless look and was about to speak when he was interrupted by a voice.

"Xiaochen cannot lose." The voice was not loud, but it carried a sense of conviction.

"Mu En!"

"Teacher!"

Yan Shaozhe and the other said respectfully, their tones filled with surprise.

Mu En had actually come?!

"You don't understand... what a God-tier Martial Soul signifies." Mu En lay quietly in his rattan chair, looking as steady as Mount Tai.

On the soul fighting stage, the referee announced the entry of the contestants.

When the lone Long Yaochen stepped onto the stage, the students, who hadn't even settled into their seats, instantly erupted into an uproar.

"Are you kidding me? Alone? Is this for real?"

"One against three? The opponent is Huo Yuhao!"

"Isn't this looking down on people too much?"

The discussions threatened to fill the entire Soul Fighting Zone, yet they did not affect the four people on the stage.

Wang Dong looked at Long Yaochen with a complex expression.

At noon, she had suggested they put on a show, but she was flatly rejected by Long Yaochen.

At this moment, his expression was calm, as if he were back in Freshman Class One training as usual.

Before stepping onto the stage, Long Yaochen suddenly asked a question in his heart.

"Electrolux, if I go all out this afternoon, how long can I hold on?"

Inside the Sea of Spirit, Electrolux was silent for a moment.

"Three minutes.

You should be clear about the side effects of your own soul skills.

Even if I am in good condition right now, three minutes is the absolute limit."

Long Yaochen paused his steps, nodded, and softly spat out two words: "Enough."

Then, he walked toward the stage without hesitation.

"Long Yaochen..." Huo Yuhao spoke first, his voice cold: "Are you ready to embrace your failure?"

"Honestly... you're so noisy."

Long Yaochen's eyes grew colder, and golden light began to cling to them.

"Match start!" the referee shouted.

As soon as the words fell, Long Yaochen had already vanished from his spot.

The next second, a pair of fists grew rapidly in Huo Yuhao's vision.

"Wang Dong--!!!"