By a stroke of coincidence, Huo Yuhao had not drawn Dai Huabin in the semifinals. If they were to meet, it would be in the finals.
Their opponents this round were the seeded team from Freshman Class Ten: Zhou Sichen, a Power Attack System soul master with a Tome martial soul; Long Xiangyue, an Agility Attack System soul master with a Boomerang martial soul; and Cao Jinxuan, a Control System soul master with the Time Fleeting Bell martial soul.
Huo Yuhao had no intention of getting bogged down fighting them. In less than two minutes, he blasted them out of the arena and advanced to the finals.
Their performance drew praise after praise from the watching teachers, who declared it a thrilling spectacle.
Huo Yuhao's team might not have had the highest levels, but their coordination and combat ability were unquestionably the most seamless and powerful of all the teams. Even among the upper years, there were few combinations that worked together as flawlessly as they did.
The strength of Huo Yuhao's Spiritual Sharing lay not merely in sharing his field of vision within a radius of over a hundred meters. It could also share his thoughts and ideas, including the tactics he devised.
Wang Dong and Xiao Xiao hardly needed to think for themselves. Huo Yuhao had already rapidly analyzed all the information in his mind and, based on the situation, worked out sequences of moves timed down to the second. All they had to do was follow his plan.
For the weak to defeat the strong, they had to make full use of every advantage they possessed. Powerful soul power did not mean overall strength. By organizing themselves as though they were a single body, focusing their strikes on the enemy's weaknesses, and pitting their own strengths against