Dai Huabin's fists rained down without pause.
Each punch tore through the air with a heavy whistle, sending dust scattering in every direction.
Yet Huo Yuhao had remained calm from beginning to end.
Under Spirit Detection, every rotation of Dai Huabin's shoulders, every exertion of his waist, even every shift in his center of gravity, appeared clearly in his mind.
Huo Yuhao sidestepped one punch, raised a hand to block another tiger palm, then suddenly stepped forward and slammed his shoulder hard into Dai Huabin's chest.
"Bang!"
Dai Huabin staggered back half a step from the impact.
Before he could steady himself, Huo Yuhao had already closed in again.
Arrogance and a quick temper were glaring character flaws.
But if those flaws appeared in an enemy—
they became rare virtues.
At that moment, Dai Huabin had eyes only for Huo Yuhao.
He had not noticed at all that his two teammates had already fallen into bitter battles.
Elsewhere.
The nine fox tails behind Cui Yajie swayed continuously as her first Soul Ring lit up again and again, casting streaks of pink light toward Xiao Xiao.
But under their shared Spirit Detection, the flow of her Soul Power had nowhere to hide.
The three Soul-Calming Cauldrons moved constantly.
Each one intercepted the pink light at precisely the right point along its path.
Cui Yajie gritted her teeth and could only retreat again and again. Forget supporting Dai Huabin—she was already struggling just to protect herself.
Zhu Lu's situation was even worse.
The Nether Civet Martial Soul granted her speed far beyond others of the same level.
Her figure flickered repeatedly across the examination field, her sharp cat claws striking at Wang Dong from every tricky angle.
But being fast did not mean she could touch her opponent.
Every time Zhu