"Come on, let's fight."
Long Aotian took a deep breath and spoke in a low voice.
Compared to his usual warm demeanor toward the younger generation, he seemed like an entirely different person now, radiating boundless fighting spirit and pressure.
Still, he kept his word. The intense pressure he originally exuded diminished considerably, and he kept his soul power and spiritual power fluctuations far below their usual levels.
He had said he wouldn't bully the weak with his superior strength, and he meant it.
The Ice Empress's voice sounded in his ears. "Need help? I can easily defeat him for you."
"Not yet. I have to beat him with soul tools before they'll truly accept them."
Huo Yuhao held a Soul Guidance Pistol in his right hand, his left resting on his belt, ready to pull out other soul tools at any moment.
His belt actually held many soul tools, including fixed-shell soul tools and ranged soul tools. He had made almost all of them during his time at Shrek Academy, and most were Level 3 or 4.
But Huo Yuhao normally used utility soul tools. He wasn't particularly fond of combat soul tools.
Of course, he couldn't beat a five-ring Long Aotian, but now they both had three rings. He had no reason to be afraid.
Huo Yuhao and Long Aotian retreated to opposite sides of the Drill Ground. The younger generation withdrew beyond its boundaries and silently awaited the outcome.
The Body Sect had always taught them not to use soul tools, so naturally, they all favored Long Aotian in today's match.
Du Busi served as the referee for this match and said casually, "Begin."
He was quite curious about the outcome of their spar, though unfortunately, that had nothing to do with soul tools. It was purely