The members of Dou Ling Royal Academy struggled to their feet one after another. Bitter defeat was written across every face, their eyes full of bewilderment and disbelief.
Even now, they could not understand why the Thunder Soul Guidance Cannon they had all charged together, and captain Gu Zhu Jian's tactic of locking down the field, had been powerless against Huo Yuhao. Their finishing move could crush most strong teams, yet they had not even had the chance to unleash it fully.
Huo Yuhao looked at their stunned faces and sighed inwardly.
There had been an element of trickery to this victory.
His Soul Power Level was only twenty-eight, near the bottom among Continental Tournament contestants. But his Martial Soul was a bug-tier existence that transcended Douluo's conventional system.
Its instantaneous mental restraint could lock down the entire field. Unanswerable at the same level and overwhelming across levels, it perfectly countered the Dou Ling Team's strategy.
Huo Yuhao knew full well that only the team battle was over. The individual elimination matches still lay ahead.
But he did not take Dou Ling Royal Academy seriously in the slightest.
Team battles tested coordination, tactics, and depth. Dou Ling had sent out all its elites and still been crushed. In individual matches, they stood even less chance.
An old saying surfaced in Huo Yuhao's mind: Lighting a lamp in a latrine—looking for death.
Against Shrek's current full-strength lineup and complete system, Dou Ling Royal Academy's remaining matches had been doomed from the start.
On the other side of the arena, the atmosphere in the Sun Moon Empire's competitors' section was grave.
Xiao Hongchen sat rigidly in his seat, his gaze locked on the boy at the center of the arena. The scene of Huo Yuhao crushing everyone replayed in his mind.
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