The Fighting Skills of a God

At his words, the three of them froze for a moment, hesitating.

They had clearly seen the notice at the time: the Soul Power Level column had read Level Zero. In other words, he did not possess even a trace of soul power.

Although the fact that he had become a teacher meant he had certainly been certified by the academy, that only proved he possessed the ability to teach them in certain respects. In terms of combat strength, there was undoubtedly an enormous gap between an ordinary person without soul power and genius soul masters like them.

After a brief silence, a sharp shing rang out.

Ji Juechen had already drawn the longsword that had always been strapped to his back. His profound eyes fixed tightly upon Huo Yuhao as his fighting intent steadily rose. With a hum, five soul rings—four purple and one black—rose beneath his feet.

Just as in his previous life, the man before him pursued the sword to the utmost extreme. Through a special cultivation method, he had completely transformed his martial soul into energy and infused it into the Soul Tool in his hand, producing a piercing hum.

There was only his sword in his heart. Since Huo Yuhao, as his teacher, had already spoken, all he needed to do was give it everything he had.

Surging sword intent swept toward Huo Yuhao like a flood. Though it was aimed at Huo Yuhao, Xiaotao and Xiao Hongchen, standing beside him, both felt their bodies stiffen.

Seeing that Ji Juechen was ready, the other two no longer hesitated. After a clear phoenix cry, golden-red flames erupted violently. Her crimson hair fluttered without wind, and with wings formed of fire spread behind her, Xiaotao looked like a queen who commanded flames.

Looking at the five soul