Testing Soul Skills

Several utterly unremarkable rookie scuffles ended on the field.

Soon.

Zhou Yi's voice rang out again.

"Next group."

"Huo Yuhao versus Lin Fei."

Huo Yuhao strolled carelessly to the center of the field.

His opponent was a slightly tall and skinny boy named Lin Fei.

Lin Fei had clearly learned his lesson.

He summoned an icy blue staff. The moment he stepped onto the field, he fixed his eyes firmly on Huo Yuhao and immediately retreated to the edge of the arena, putting more than ten meters between them.

Obviously.

The miserable sight of Chen Fei being instantly crushed was still fresh in his mind. Lin Fei had no intention of getting close to this bizarre fellow.

"Begin."

The moment Zhou Yi finished speaking.

Lin Fei immediately swung his staff, and the yellow Soul Ring beneath his feet lit up.

Four or five sharp ice spikes condensed in midair and smashed viciously toward Huo Yuhao with bone-piercing cold.

He did not expect to kill his opponent in one blow.

He only wanted to wear this strange fellow down through relentless long-range attacks.

Faced with the incoming attack,

Huo Yuhao kept both hands in his pockets.

He did not even move his feet.

Just as the ice spikes were about to strike his face, his upper body casually swayed a few times.

Whoosh.

Whoosh.

Every ice spike flew past his clothes and crashed heavily into the grass behind him.

Not even the corner of his clothes was grazed.

Lin Fei began to panic.

Holding his staff, he started flinging ice bullets wildly, like a magical machine gun, to harass Huo Yuhao.

Huo Yuhao simply stood where he was and dodged at an unhurried pace.

Huo Yuhao played along with him for a few rounds.

Before long,

Huo Yuhao grew bored.

He suddenly stopped dodging and raised his head slightly.

Lin Fei froze for a moment and instinctively looked over.

Their eyes met.

Now.

A faint silver gleam instantly lit up in Huo Yuhao's clear eyes.

The inconspicuous white Ten-Year Soul Ring beneath his feet.

Flickered faintly.

Third Soul Skill, Spiritual Link.

Inside his mind, Huo Yuhao swiftly packed together a massive compressed stream of information.

It contained all the complicated Martial Soul records and tedious theories he had read in the Library over the past few days, like mountains of code.

Through the invisible Spiritual Link.

He forcibly stuffed this enormous collection of useless data into Lin Fei's brain.

The scene instantly froze.

Lin Fei's hand, which held his staff aloft, suddenly stiffened in midair.

The several ice spikes he had just condensed immediately lost control and shattered into ice fragments across the ground.

The processing system in his brain had completely crashed.

Bang!

Lin Fei fell straight backward without even the slightest struggle.

The instant he hit the ground,

His entire body began convulsing wildly.

Foam continuously spilled from the corners of his mouth, while his eyes rolled back.

Obviously.

His pitiful brain capacity simply could not process such an enormous amount of useless data. His brain crashed on the spot.

The entire field fell into deathly silence once more.

Everyone looked at one another.

The expressions on the freshmen's faces had frozen, as though they had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

It was too bizarre.

That white Ten-Year Soul Ring had merely flickered a little.

Then, from more than ten meters away, his opponent had collapsed to the ground foaming at the mouth?

What the hell was that wicked technique?

Not far away, Wang Dong's pink-blue eyes widened.

She stared fixedly at Lin Fei, who lay twitching on the ground.

Then she looked at the calm-faced Huo Yuhao across from him.

What the hell had this bastard done?!

Xiao Xiao beside her also had her mouth slightly open, undisguised shock flashing through her eyes.

Not only did he not need to fight hand-to-hand.

He did not even need to get close.

It seemed Ju Zi was completely right about him. This Huo Yuhao... was unfathomable.

At the center of the field.

Huo Yuhao looked at Lin Fei's miserable state and silently apologized in his heart.

Although he had won decisively.

He was not actually very satisfied.

His original idea had been to use spiritual power to construct an illusion realistic enough to pass for reality, then force his opponent's consciousness into it through eye contact and win without spilling a drop of blood.

But during the actual attempt just now, he discovered.

With his current precision in controlling spiritual power, there was resistance during the transmission of information.

He simply could not achieve the smooth effect of instantly plunging someone into an illusion.

So.

He could only settle for the next best thing.

He had crudely thrown a pile of massive data and mountains of code at his opponent, forcibly causing the other person's brain to crash and shut down.

The method was indeed rather rough.

But its effect in actual combat was unexpectedly good.

The unfortunate Lin Fei was soon carried away by several trembling classmates.

His miserable appearance, with his eyes rolled back and foam spilling from his mouth, left a deep shadow in the hearts of Freshman Class One.

The assessment continued.

Before long,

It was Huo Yuhao's turn again.

This was his third assessment match of the day.

When Zhou Yi called out the names, the freshman who had been chosen had both legs trembling.

How the hell was he supposed to fight this?

Get close, and he would be crushed flat by some mysterious force. Keep his distance, and he would be turned into a dead fish foaming at the mouth.

This guy had no weaknesses at all!

The boy wore a miserable expression as he raised his hand, about to surrender outright.

Suddenly.

An icy, piercing gaze nailed itself to his face.

Zhou Yi stood not far away, glaring at him fiercely.

The meaning was obvious.

If he dared surrender, he could get lost right now.

The boy shuddered all over and forcibly swallowed the words at the tip of his tongue.

He could only drag his heavy feet to the center of the field in despair.

"Begin."

As Zhou Yi's voice fell.

The boy opposite Huo Yuhao simply clasped his hands over his head, squeezed his eyes shut, and prepared to be turned into a foaming mess.

Seeing his ridiculous appearance.

Huo Yuhao sighed inwardly.

The previous method had indeed been too violent. This time, he planned to use a gentler approach.

He stood in place and changed the order in which he activated his Soul Skills.

Fourth Soul Skill, Spiritual Simulation activated.

Within the vast Sea of Spirit, he rapidly constructed a beautiful, dreamlike scene.

Then.

The white Ten-Year Soul Ring beneath his feet flickered again.

The third Soul Skill followed.

Through Spiritual Link, Huo Yuhao precisely transmitted the already packaged illusion into his opponent's mind.

The boy opposite him had originally been trembling.

But the imagined agony of his brain being torn apart never came.

He froze for a moment, then slowly opened his eyes.

The next second.

The fear and despair on the boy's face vanished without a trace.

In their place was an indescribable look of intoxication and bliss.

He stood there foolishly, even tossing his Martial Soul aside.

His whole body began swaying as he spun in circles.

As if he were holding some soft, fragrant beauty in empty air.

"Hehe... hehehe..."

The boy let out a string of foolish laughter, drooling as he plopped down onto the ground.

He did not convulse.

Nor did he foam at the mouth.

He merely found a comfortable position on the grass, closed his eyes, smacked his lips, and fell into a sweet sleep.

Silence.

The entire field was unnaturally quiet.

Only the rustling of leaves stirred by the breeze remained on the training ground.

The freshmen all stared wide-eyed at the boy on the ground, who snored with happiness written all over his face, unable to say a word for a long while.

If the foaming at the mouth in the previous match had been horrifying,

Then this falling asleep on the spot was nothing but utterly bizarre.

From beginning to end.

The freshmen had not understood in the slightest how Huo Yuhao had defeated these opponents.

Let alone them.

Even Zhou Yi, standing at the edge of the field, had her brows tightly furrowed.

As a six-ringed Soul Emperor.

Her knowledge was by no means shallow. She could vaguely sense that Huo Yuhao was using some unusual spiritual-type attack.

But how had he managed to instantly switch between two completely different effects and silently strike his target?

Even she could only grasp part of it.

Now.

In the eyes of most of Class One, the quiet eleven-year-old boy standing on the grass was stranger than a ghost.

He felt the gazes around him, mingled with awe and fear.

Huo Yuhao remained calm on the surface.

But inwardly, he nodded in satisfaction.

Today's several real battles had given him the most direct understanding of the four spiritual-type soul skills bestowed by Sky Dream Ice Silkworm.

Those peculiar, data-based combat ideas in his mind

had also been perfectly confirmed through the tests just now.

He knew very well

that with just these four basic soul skills, which could be freely combined in nested layers,

once his control over his spiritual power rose another level, he would definitely be able to develop countless bizarre tactical approaches in the future.