The White Tiger Martial Soul was inherently known for strength and speed. With more than twenty levels of Soul Power behind him, Dai Huabin moved like a streak of white lightning, reaching Huo Yuhao in the blink of an eye.
His fist, tipped with sharp tiger claws and carrying the howl of tearing wind, smashed straight toward Huo Yuhao's face.
Although Huo Yuhao staggered out of the way several times, the gap in their Soul Power was as vast as an insurmountable chasm.
Huo Yuhao only had a little over ten levels of Soul Power. Even with the Spirit Eyes Martial Soul's Spirit Power helping him predict his opponent's movements, his body simply could not keep up with his reactions.
His strength, speed, and defense were completely crushed in every aspect before Dai Huabin.
In less than a minute, Huo Yuhao was knocked to the ground by Dai Huabin's vicious sweeping kick.
Before he could get back up, Dai Huabin had already planted a foot heavily on his back. His sandbag-sized fists came down like rain, pounding mercilessly into him.
The surroundings fell deathly silent for an instant, followed by waves of sharp gasps.
However, with a supervising teacher standing nearby the entire time, Dai Huabin could not truly strike to kill.
He controlled his strength precisely, targeting only the fleshiest parts of Huo Yuhao's body. Every punch landed solidly, yet every vital point was avoided.
As long as he did not kill or cripple him, and did not violate the academy's rules, he could give this brat who had dared provoke him in public a proper beating.
The new and old students watching around them were completely dumbfounded.
Just moments ago, they had been eagerly discussing this fierce clash, each of them expecting the rare Noumenon Martial Soul to