In their first rematch after many years, Huo Yuhao emerged victorious against Long Aotian. And rather than a bitter struggle in which he exhausted every trick, it was a one-sided affair, with him calmly dismantling each attack.
Huo Yuhao stood where he was and met Long Aotian's ferocious onslaught with only his right hand. The raging shock waves nearly tore up the paving around the training ground, yet his feet remained rooted like a mountain.
The Body Sect disciples watching from the sidelines held their breath, unable to believe that Long Aotian, the strongest of the sect's younger generation, had actually conceded of his own accord.
They had not even realized the fight was already over. A single exchange had decided the outcome.
Long Aotian simply gazed at Huo Yuhao calmly, though his eyes burned with intensity. He knew there was no point in continuing.
On the surface, he had merely lost out in one exchange, but only he understood the immense pressure Huo Yuhao exerted while standing completely still. Besides, Huo Yuhao had yet to use his second martial soul or his many strange tricks. Defeating him with his own relatively one-dimensional attacks would be difficult.
This was only a sparring match. There was no need to fight to the death as they had in the Soul Master Tournament.
Vina paused at the sidelines, gave Long Aotian a complicated look, and raised her hand again. "Huo Yuhao wins."
Huo Yuhao walked off the training ground and said with a smile, "Brother Aotian, thank you for the match."
Long Aotian's eyes were tightly shut now, his expression utterly focused, as though he were sensing something. After a dozen or so seconds, he slowly exhaled a stale breath and opened his eyes, which had grown a little brighter.
"I was simply