Testing Spirit Skills

Several bland, low-level sparring matches ended on the field.

Soon.

Zhou Yi's voice rang out again.

"Next pair."

"Huo Yuhao versus Lin Fei."

Huo Yuhao strolled casually to the center of the field.

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

This guy had clearly learned his lesson.

He summoned an icy blue staff. The moment he stepped onto the field, he stared fixedly at Huo Yuhao and immediately retreated to the edge of the grounds, putting more than ten meters between them.

Obviously.

The miserable sight of Chen Fei being instantly flattened in the previous match was still fresh in his mind. Lin Fei had no intention of getting close to this strange guy.

"Begin."

The instant Zhou Yi finished speaking.

Lin Fei immediately swung his staff, and the yellow soul ring beneath his feet suddenly lit up.

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

He did not expect to take Huo Yuhao down in a single blow.

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

Facing the incoming assault.

Huo Yuhao kept both hands in his pockets.

He did not even move his feet.

He merely swayed his upper body a few times with extreme casualness at the instant the ice spikes were about to strike his face.

Whoosh.

Whoosh.

All the ice spikes grazed past his clothes and crashed heavily into the lawn behind him.

They did not even scrape a corner of his robes.

Lin Fei began to panic.

Holding up his staff, he started wildly firing ice bolts like a magical machine gun, trying to harass Huo Yuhao.

Huo Yuhao simply stood where he was, unhurriedly evading them.

Huo Yuhao played along with him for several exchanges.

Before long.

Huo Yuhao grew tired of it.

He suddenly stopped dodging and raised his head slightly.

Lin Fei froze for a moment and instinctively looked over.

Their gazes met.

Now.

A faint silver glimmer 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.

In his mind, Huo Yuhao swiftly packaged an enormous compressed stream of information.

It was filled with the complicated Martial Soul records and tedious theories he had read in the library over the past few days, as dense and lifeless as a mountain of code.

Through the invisible Spiritual Link.

He forcibly stuffed this massive collection of junk data into Lin Fei's brain.

The scene instantly froze.

Lin Fei's hand holding the staff suddenly stiffened in midair.

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

The processing system in his brain crashed outright.

Bang!

Lin Fei fell straight backward without even the slightest struggle.

The instant he hit the ground.

His entire body began convulsing violently.

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

Clearly.

His pitiful brain capacity simply could not process such an enormous amount of junk data. His brain had shut down on the spot.

The entire field once again fell into deathly silence.

Everyone looked at one another.

The expressions on the new students' faces froze, as though they had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

It was too bizarre.

That white ten-year soul ring had only flashed slightly.

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

What the hell kind of sinister method was that?

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

She stared fixedly at Lin Fei, who was convulsing on the ground.

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

What did this bastard do?!

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

Not only did he not need close combat.

He did not even need to get near his opponent.

It seemed Ju Zi was absolutely right about him. This Huo Yuhao... was unfathomably deep.

At the center of the field.

Seeing Lin Fei's miserable state, Huo Yuhao silently apologized to him in his heart.

Although he had won decisively.

He was not actually very satisfied with it.

His original plan had been to use spiritual power to construct an illusion realistic enough to pass for reality, then force the opponent's mind into it through eye contact, winning the match without spilling a drop of blood.

But during the actual attempt just now, he discovered.

With his current level of control over spiritual power, there was resistance during the information transfer.

He simply could not achieve that smooth, instantaneous effect of plunging someone into an illusion.

So.

He could only settle for the next best thing.

He crudely hurled a huge pile of data, a mountain of dead code, at the other party and forcibly made their brain crash and power down.

The method was indeed rather rough.

But its effect in actual combat was surprisingly good.

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

His miserable appearance, eyes rolled back and foam spilling from his mouth, left a tremendous shadow over the hearts of Class One's new students.

The assessment continued.

Before long.

It was Huo Yuhao's turn to take the field again.

This was his third assessment match of the day.

When Zhou Yi called out the name, the selected new student's legs were already trembling.

How the hell was he supposed to fight this?

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

This guy had no blind spots at all!

The boy wore a miserable expression as he was about to raise his hand and surrender outright.

Suddenly.

An icy, bone-chilling gaze pinned itself directly onto his face.

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

The meaning was obvious.

If he dared surrender, he could get lost immediately.

The boy shuddered all over and forcibly swallowed the words that had reached his lips.

He could only drag his heavy feet toward the center of the field in utter 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 himself to be turned into someone foaming at the mouth.

Seeing how ridiculous he looked.

Huo Yuhao sighed inwardly.

That previous method had indeed been too brutal. This time, he intended to use something gentler.

Standing where he was, he changed the order in which he activated his soul skills.

Fourth soul skill, Spiritual Simulation, activated.

Within his vast sea of spirit, he rapidly constructed a beautiful, dreamlike scene.

Then.

The white ten-year soul ring beneath his feet flashed again.

The third soul skill followed.

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

The boy opposite him had still been trembling.

But the agonizing sensation of his brain being torn apart did not arrive as he had imagined.

He froze for a moment and slowly opened his eyes.

The next second.

The fear and despair on his face instantly vanished without a trace.

Replacing them was an indescribable look of intoxication and enjoyment.

He stood there grinning foolishly and even tossed his Martial Soul aside.

His whole body began swaying as he turned in circles.

As though he were embracing some soft, fragrant beauty in empty air.

"Hehe... hehehe..."

The boy let out a string of foolish laughter, drooled, and 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 drifted into Gan Tian sleep.

Silence.

The entire field was exceptionally quiet.

Only the rustling of a breeze passing through the leaves remained on the training grounds.

All the new students stared wide-eyed at the boy on the ground, snoring with bliss written all over his face. For a long while, no one could say a word.

If the previous match's foaming at the mouth had been horrifying.

Then this match's instant slumber was nothing but utterly bizarre.

From beginning to end.

The methods Huo Yuhao used to defeat these opponents were something the new students could not understand at all.

Forget 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 certainly not shallow. She could vaguely sense that Huo Yuhao was using a special type of spiritual attack.

But how had he instantly switched between two completely different effects and struck his target without making a sound?

Even she could only grasp part of it.

Now.

In the eyes of the vast majority of Class One, that quiet eleven-year-old boy standing on the grass was even 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.

These few real battles today had given him the most direct understanding of the four spiritual-type soul skills bestowed upon him by Tianmeng Iceworm.

The strange battle ideas formed from the information in his mind

had all been perfectly confirmed in 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 to another level, he would surely be able to develop countless bizarre tactical approaches in the future.