Huo Yuhao's use of the Heavenly God Sword Art meant that he was getting serious.
It also meant that the match was about to end.
Ji Juechen was only a Soul Ancestor, after all. Although Huo Yuhao was also a Soul Ancestor, he possessed triple martial souls and an ultimate martial soul. His reserves of soul power rivaled those of more than a dozen Soul Masters at the same level.
Every attack he unleashed was exceptionally fierce, and the sheer force behind each sword strike made it formidable.
Ji Juechen was already struggling to hold him off.
As a powerful arc of sword energy burst forth, it cut a notch into the iron sword in Ji Juechen's hand.
He was sent flying dozens of meters backward. Once he hit the ground, he could no longer get up.
Yet Ji Juechen was not dejected. Instead, he lay peacefully on the ground, savoring everything that had just happened.
His battle with Huo Yuhao had utterly captivated him.
He committed Huo Yuhao's figure to memory and swore that he would seek him out for a fight every single day from then on.
A smile still lit Huo Yuhao's face. He had no idea what sort of person he had provoked today.
Ji Juechen would undoubtedly mark the beginning of his nightmare.
"Huo Yuhao versus Ji Juechen-Huo Yuhao wins. Zhang San and Li Si, please get ready..."
After the match ended, Huo Yuhao jumped straight down from the arena, while the other students carried Ji Juechen off.
The moment Huo Yuhao returned to the rest area, Meng Hongchen rushed over to him.
Seeing his younger sister practically throwing herself at him, Xiao Hongchen covered his face, unable to bear the sight.
The selection tournament lasted an entire week before finally drawing to a close.