"Wang Dong—!!!"
The moment Huo Yuhao's voice rang out, Wang Dong had already moved.
The Light Goddess Butterfly's wings suddenly spread wide, brilliant blue-gold light carving an arc across the Soul Fighting Platform.
She nearly swept past Huo Yuhao's front, her wings crossing as she forcibly blocked the ever-enlarging fist.
Bang—!
The fist collided with the butterfly wings.
The dull impact exploded, and Wang Dong immediately felt her wings go numb. She was shaken half a step backward, her shoes scraping two shallow marks into the platform.
Her pupils contracted slightly.
Hadn't he... not summoned his martial soul?
Using the recoil, Long Yaochen lightly retreated. His body twisted in midair, avoiding the Three-Life Soul-Suppressing Cauldrons that crashed down from both sides.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The three cauldrons struck the ground, their heavy suppressive force nearly sealing off the spot where he had just stood.
Xiao Xiao's expression was solemn, and even a thin sheen of sweat had appeared on her forehead.
As expected of Teaching Assistant Long...
Even if Huo Yuhao's Spirit Detection could perceive the opponent's movements, she still could not keep up with them.
Thankfully, Wang Dong had reacted in time. Otherwise, Huo Yuhao would definitely have been knocked straight off the platform by that punch.
Long Yaochen drifted down several yards away, shaking his wrist as his gaze fell upon Wang Dong. He chuckled.
"Not bad reflexes."
Wang Dong had been keeping a straight face, but upon hearing that, the corners of her lips immediately threatened to rise. "Of course. Who do you think I am?"
Huo Yuhao's face instantly darkened.
This was a match! A match!
They could still chat at a time like this?
Whose team was Wang Dong even on?!
He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging anger in his heart as a faint golden light flickered in his eyes.
"Xiao Xiao, use the three cauldrons to restrain him. Wang Dong, take the lead in attacking!
Create an opportunity for me to strike!"
Wang Dong curled her lips. That commanding tone again.
But she still moved.
After all, she really wanted to see this guy Long Yaochen get humiliated.
Just thinking about it felt quite amusing...
The Light Goddess Butterfly's wings spread, and Wang Dong instantly transformed into a streak of blue-gold light that shot straight toward Long Yaochen.
At the same time, Xiao Xiao's Three-Life Soul-Suppressing Cauldrons rose into the air again. The three cauldrons positioned themselves in three directions, not seeking to hit him directly, only to seal off Long Yaochen's escape routes.
Long Yaochen tapped the ground with his foot, his body weaving through the cauldron shadows like a swimming dragon.
He had not even summoned his martial soul. Relying solely on his physical strength and reaction speed, he moved with ease between Wang Dong and the Soul-Suppressing Cauldrons.
The longer Wang Dong fought, the more alarmed she became.
Of course she knew just how monstrous this guy was.
But truly standing opposite him, that sense of pressure still left her almost breathless.
Every time she attacked, it was as though he had seen through it in advance.
Every time she changed tactics, Long Yaochen could evade with the smallest possible movement.
No! Who exactly has Spirit Detection here?!
Wang Dong roared inwardly.
It was still the same problem: seeing something did not mean she could keep up with it.
Yet Long Yaochen still had the leisure to speak.
"Your left wing was too hasty."
"Don't loosen your waist."
"The angle of that strike was good, but it lacked killing intent."
Wang Dong gritted her teeth, both embarrassed and annoyed. "Are you competing, or are you teaching me?"
Long Yaochen chuckled. "Is there a difference?"
At that moment, a cold glint flashed through Huo Yuhao's eyes. "Xiao Xiao!"
Xiao Xiao immediately understood.
An emerald-green flute appeared in her palm.
The Nine Phoenixes Coming Flute!
"First Soul Skill, slowdown," Xiao Xiao shouted softly.
Woooo—
A heavy flute note instantly echoed across the Soul Fighting Platform, like countless invisible threads stretching forth to entwine Long Yaochen's limbs.
The sudden deceleration caused Long Yaochen's body to pause slightly.
And in that instant.
Purple-gold light suddenly flared in Huo Yuhao's eyes.
Purple Demon Eye, Spirit Shock!
Invisible spiritual power shot out like a needle, stabbing directly toward Long Yaochen's brow.
His gaze immediately wavered slightly.
But he instantly recovered and tilted his head slightly.
Because Wang Dong's Butterfly Wing Guillotine had already sliced past his cheek.
A strand of black hair drifted quietly down.
Then, a thin red line appeared. For the first time, a flaw marred Long Yaochen's flawless cheek.
A trace of blood slowly slid down his face.
The entire arena fell silent.
"You like fighting without summoning your martial soul?" Ma Xiaotao snorted from the stands, a dangerous glint flashing through her eyes. "Only capable of sneak attacks—what kind of man is that..."
Wang Dong was stunned as well. She had never expected that strike to actually injure him.
The next second, Long Yaochen raised his hand and slammed a fist into the wings Wang Dong held before herself.
Bang!
Wang Dong was blasted backward, barely stabilizing herself in midair. After landing, she slid back several more steps.
Long Yaochen did not pursue. He raised a hand and lightly wiped the bloodstain from his cheek.
Looking at the touch of crimson on his fingertip, he smiled soundlessly.
"So this is what it feels like to be hurt?"
As he spoke, he slowly lifted his gaze. Deep within his originally pitch-black eyes, a thread of cold golden light gradually lit up.
"Since that's the case... then I'll get serious."
Roaaar—
A dragon's roar resounded throughout the Soul Fighting Zone. Immediately after, an inexplicable pressure blanketed the entire area.
The students in the stands all caught their breath. When they clearly saw Long Yaochen's Soul Rings, disbelief filled their eyes.
Three rings? Purple, purple, purple?!
Discussion immediately exploded.
"Damn! What kind of monster is this?! His Soul Power must already be at the Soul Ancestor level, right?!"
"No wonder the academy dared to let him fight three against one! Is this Shrek's foundation?!"
"More than that. I even feel like the density of his Soul Power is almost comparable to a Soul King's!"
"So what? Even so, I don't think he can block Huo Yuhao's attack."
Amid the uproar, the Blazing Golden Sacred Dragon circled Long Yaochen before coiling behind his head.
A dazzling halo patterned with dragon markings quietly hung behind him.
The brilliant Holy Light was so dazzling that even Wang Dong and Xiao Xiao could barely keep their eyes open.
The Eternal Blazing Sun Holy Dragon!
"Haa—"
Long Yaochen exhaled slowly and raised his head, looking at the others with those blazing golden eyes.
The next second, his ethereal voice, carrying a trace of majesty, rang out. "First Soul Skill! Prayer Light!"
Whoosh—!!!
A pillar of light shot into the heavens, completely enveloping Long Yaochen.
The already tiny bloodstain on his face vanished instantly.
At the same time, his aura surged dramatically once again.
The effect of this Soul Skill was simple: all attributes increased by one hundred percent! All stamina fully restored!
Prayer of Light was for the Light Prayer!
"Three minutes..." Long Yaochen murmured softly.
Within the Sea of Spirit, Electrolux's aged voice sounded. "Little Chen, start timing from now."
Long Yaochen nodded without speaking. However, the deepest purple ring beneath his feet instantly bloomed with light.
Long Yaochen slowly raised his right hand, curling his five fingers into a loose fist.
The next instant, blazing white light seeped from the depths of his palm.
The light was incomparably pure, yet it gave off an icy feeling that made it difficult to look at directly. Even the surrounding air began to distort.
Even every shadow around them seemed to twist slightly, as though it wanted to vanish at any moment.
Under the narrowed gazes of countless spectators.
The ball of light gradually lengthened, forming a long spear in his hand.
The spear was slender and entirely blazing white, without patterns or the slightest trace of any other color. Strangely, the shadows on the Soul Fighting Platform seemed to be pushed away by an invisible hand, all retreating from the spearhead.
Long Yaochen gripped the spear, golden light flowing through his eyes.
"Third Soul Skill, Spear of No Darkness!"
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