Xuan Zi, Get Out Here!

Now that Dai Huabin was absent, Class Two without the Hell White Tiger was like a ferocious beast missing a leg.

On Class One's side, Huo Yuhao's soul rings flickered as Spiritual Detection Sharing silently spread out.

The position, speed, and Soul Power circulation paths of every opponent appeared in each teammate's mind, precise to a terrifying degree.

What he held was no high-level Soul Tool, merely a sound-wave amplification device he had made himself. Once planted into the ground, it worked with his spiritual interference to keep Class Two's control-type soul masters from using even a single soul skill for ages.

Zhou Sicheng and Cao Jinxuan were responsible for holding the front, while the Lan Susu and Lan Luoluo sisters supplemented their control from the flanks.

The three assault-type students found their rhythm and took turns charging in. They retreated after striking, then rushed forward again, tearing Class Two's formation into disarray. Huo Yuhao's spiritual shocks were woven into their attacks as well, leaving Class Two feeling as if their souls were splitting apart.

In less than the time it took to burn an incense stick, the battle was over.

Zhu Lu was tightly bound in Lan Susu's hair net and thrown to the ground.

Wu Feng was tougher. She remained half-kneeling and refused to fall, but her arms had been suppressed by both frost and vibrations to the point that she could no longer raise them.

The cheers from the Class One students watching in the stands nearly blew the roof off the Soul Fighting Zone.

High in the stands, Yan Shaozhe stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on Huo Yuhao as he gathered his team on the field. His eyes held undisguised approval. Huo Yuhao had displayed exceptional talent in Soul Tools during