The instant the referee lowered his arm, Xu Sanshi was still about to say something when Sun Yunhai charged out. Xu Sanshi raised his shield and charged forward as well, though he kept a measure of caution in his heart.
A five-ring Soul Master charging a six-ring Soul Master seemed utterly unreasonable, especially when the opponent before him was an Illusionist.
No one would underestimate Sun Yunhai because of his lower soul power, and Xu Sanshi was no exception.
For an Illusionist, as long as his illusions were powerful enough, a difference in soul power did not matter. Xiao Hongchen was a perfect example. With seven rings and soul tool techniques at his disposal, his individual combat strength was undoubtedly among the top five in this tournament. Yet even he could do nothing against Sun Yunhai and had only managed a draw. That was what made an Illusionist so frightening.
The East Cang Academy's teaching seemed eclectic. A Soul Master dividing his attention to pursue so-called art looked, no matter how one viewed it, like someone neglecting his proper duties.
But everyone had different talents. When ordinary crafts were cultivated to their utmost limits and combined with martial souls, they could produce transformations worthy of the gods' own handiwork.
However, those who reached such a realm were mostly masters who had devoted their entire lives to their craft. Among the younger generation, there were few outstanding masters, which was why the East Cang Academy had never achieved particularly good results in past Soul Fighting Tournaments.
Of course, another reason was that most artistic Soul Masters had little interest in fighting and killing.
Facing an Illusionist, Xu Sanshi had already raised his vigilance to its utmost. Although he appeared to be charging Sun Yunhai, he left not a single opening, and