Staring at the claws gleaming coldly before him, Huo Yuhao's expression was icy. The next second, his eyes turned a strange scarlet.
Two sharply contrasting Spirit Rings, one white and one black, rose abruptly from beneath his feet. At the same time, his first Soul Skill, Spirit Detection, unfolded.
His Sharingan had evolved into Three Tomoe, and his Spirit Detection's Spirit Ring had reached fifteen thousand years.
In an instant, everything on the field fell under Huo Yuhao's control.
To him, Dai Huabin, who looked so fierce, seemed almost frozen in place. The black Tomoe in Huo Yuhao's Sharingan spun constantly, revealing every move Dai Huabin would make with perfect clarity.
Huo Yuhao clenched his fist and lightly tapped the ground with his toes, nimbly dodging Dai Huabin's attack.
Not only that, while Dai Huabin was off balance, Huo Yuhao drove a punch into his chin.
With a bang, the golden light around Dai Huabin seemed fake, easily torn apart by Huo Yuhao's utterly ordinary punch. The tremendous force packed into Huo Yuhao's fist sent Dai Huabin flying.
Dai Huabin slammed into the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood. Among the blood was a shattered molar.
"Huabin!" Zhu Lu cried out from behind him.
"How is this possible? How? I can't even see how fast he's moving! What kind of Martial Soul does he have? Why can he tear through my White Tiger Vajra Transformation with nothing but his body, even though his Beast Martial Soul isn't supposed to excel in physical strength? One casual punch, and he can hurt me." Dai Huabin's face twisted. The immense power behind Huo Yuhao's utterly ordinary punch alone filled him with fear.
Huo Yuhao strolled across the field, calm and unhurried. "You know, it takes a delicate touch to step on