Douluo Continent: The Peerless Hunting Heavenly Lord, Huo Yuhao!

"Don't misunderstand." Huo Yuhao raised his hand and gently pressed down the brim of his hat. His voice was not loud, but it carried throughout the entire area through the amplified soul tool. "To deal with you, I alone am enough."

The referee, standing at the edge of the ring, was stunned upon hearing this and subconsciously looked up at the center of the VIP section.

Xu Jiawei, dressed in a dark gold embroidered dragon robe, stroked the rim of a white jade teacup with his fingertips, his expression calm and undisturbed.

As the ruler of the Star Luo Empire, he had seen countless arrogant young men who made boastful remarks before matches, as well as many hidden geniuses. He didn't speak, but his gaze swept lightly over the slender black figure on the arena, his fingertips paused slightly, and he nodded gently.

After receiving the signal, the referee cleared his throat and announced loudly, "Both players—ready!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a milky-white light shield suddenly rose around the arena, and the warm yet profound soul power fluctuations spread out.

This is a specially made defensive soul guidance array by the Star Luo Empire, and it is the standard configuration for the elimination rounds.

"start!"

The moment the command was given, all seven students from Tianling Academy simultaneously activated their martial souls.

The seven students from Tianling Advanced Soul Master Academy were truly formidable, their halos, primarily yellow and purple, radiating dazzling brilliance. Among them, five were four-ring level, while only two were three-ring level.

The four spirit rings of the leading youth were dazzling, clearly indicating that his cultivation had reached the late stage of the Soul Master realm.

"Shrek Academy, pay the price for your arrogance!" the captain roared, his first spirit ring suddenly lit up, his spirit power surged, and he charged forward like an arrow.

"You...you want me to pay the price for my arrogance?" Huo Yuhao laughed, and dazzling spirit rings rose from beneath his feet. "But this is not arrogance, it's called confidence."

The audience below the stage had already held their breath, waiting to see how this farce of "one against seven" would end.

Then they witnessed a scene they would never forget.

Huo Yuhao stood still, only raising his eyes slightly.

A crimson spirit ring slowly rose from beneath his feet.

Second lap, third lap...

Red! Red! Red! Red! Red! Red! Red! Red!

Nine crimson soul rings, each bearing dark gold ancient patterns, floated around him one after another. The pressure released by each soul ring was as heavy as mountains and seas, pressing down on the entire arena.

The entire room fell silent.

Three seconds later, a scream erupted from the stands, as if the roof had been blown off. Countless people stood up abruptly, and the sound of chairs falling to the ground echoed everywhere.

"Impossible! This is absolutely fake!" On the Sun Moon Empire's contestant stand, Xiao Hongchen slammed his fist on the table and stood up abruptly, his silver-white hair standing on end in shock. He stared intently at the nine red rings. "How could someone have nine spirit rings that are all 100,000 years old!"

"Calm down, smile." Although her older brother was a bit of a chuunibyou (a Japanese term for someone with delusions of grandeur), the white-haired girl felt she should comfort him. If Huo Yuhao joined the Sun Moon Sect, that would be a different story…

"Yes! It's a simulation soul skill! It must be a simulation soul skill!" Xiao Hongchen grasped at a straw and sat back down in his chair, but his trembling fingertips betrayed his emotions. "It's just a bluff!"

Not only him, but the seven students from Tianling Academy on the arena also "reacted" instantly.

The captain swallowed hard, suppressing the instinctive tremor deep within his soul, and shouted, "Brothers, don't be afraid! It's fake! He's bluffing!"

But his own voice was already trembling uncontrollably.

"Ha, you guessed half right and half wrong."

Huo Yuhao's voice was very soft, and his eyes under the brim of his hat had turned into a pure, brilliant gold, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, only a calm and vast expanse.

The second spirit ring quietly lit up, without dazzling light, only invisible ripples spreading out from him.

All living beings, myriad phenomena of the heavens.

Beneath the perfectly simulated appearance of a 100,000-year-old soul ring lies absolute divine might!

Below level 90, no one is completely immune to this soul-level suppression. Even a level 89 Soul Douluo will experience a momentary freeze, let alone these students who are at most Soul Masters.

The moment the divine might descended, the seven students from the Heavenly Spirit Advanced Soul Master Academy froze, as if their souls had been gripped by an invisible hand.

Before they could recover from the suffocating pressure, Huo Yuhao raised his right hand.

There was no chanting, and even the fluctuations in soul power were barely perceptible.

Supernatural Powers – Illusory Sea Dream!

An invisible spiritual force surged into the seven people's consciousness like a tide. There was no violent impact, only a boundless, illusory deep sea that instantly swallowed all their senses.

The captain felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and the arena beneath his feet transformed into raging waves. Instinctively, he wanted to retreat and dodge, but his body reacted before he could.

Almost simultaneously, all seven men shuddered violently, staggered backward, and fell off the stage with a series of thuds.

The defensive soul shield was still lit, but the expected loud bang of soul power colliding did not occur at all.

The entire stadium was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

One second it was the earth-shattering shock of nine red spirit rings, and the next second... it was over?

They didn't even see what a martial soul was, nor did they hear the name of a soul skill, and the seven of them jumped off the stage on their own.

Everyone in the audience stood with their mouths agape, looking completely bewildered.

"It's mental power! He's a mental-type Soul Master!" Xiao Hongchen was the first to react, his brows furrowing tightly.

Simulated soul skills are not uncommon; many elemental eye-type martial souls can do it. However, mental attribute martial souls are a completely different concept.

Spiritual Soul Masters are extremely rare throughout the entire Douluo Continent. In the Sun Moon Empire, each one would be a national treasure, a perfect candidate to control high-level Soul Tools.

On the stage, Huo Yuhao withdrew his hand, his golden eyes gradually returning to normal, and then he raised his hand to press down the brim of his hat.

Huo Yuhao looked at the seven people below the stage who had just woken up from the illusion and were glaring at him with a frustrated and indignant expression, and said in a calm tone: "Friendship first, competition second."

These words were even more painful for the students of Tianling Academy than being insulted.

But they couldn't refute it—they lost completely without even touching the hem of the other's clothes.

The referee was stunned for a long time before finally remembering his duty and loudly announcing, "Shrek Academy wins this match!"

The cheers erupted a few seconds late, and were louder than any of the previous ones.

This knockout stage ended the fastest and was the most baffling.

The name Huo Yuhao spread to all the participating teams overnight.

No one knows the specific effects of his soul skills. Apart from the nine 100,000-year soul rings that are difficult to distinguish from the real ones, there is only that extremely strange mental attack.

Without warning or a trace, those who fall victim to this disease can't even explain how they lost!

The team leaders of each team urgently revised their tactical plans, listing Huo Yuhao as the number one dangerous person.

After all, knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to winning every battle, but right now they can't even get a glimpse of their opponent's trump card, so they can't fight this battle at all.

Mysterious, powerful, and unpredictable.

These are the labels all the teams have attached to Huo Yuhao. Even before the round-robin tournament has begun, a tense atmosphere has already spread.

After the match, Huo Yuhao didn't linger. Avoiding all prying eyes, he took Gu Yue and Ning Tian directly back to their room at the Star Emperor Hotel.

After closing the door to shut out the outside noise, he took off his top hat and placed it on the table, then took out a pair of scorpion pincers that were entirely ice-blue and covered with fine gold patterns from his storage soul tool.

As soon as the cold air dissipated, the room temperature dropped several degrees, and a thin layer of frost instantly formed on the walls.

The 400,000-year-old Ice Jade Emperor Scorpion Claw was an external soul bone that he acquired when he formed a contract with the Ice Emperor.

“Ning Tian,” Huo Yuhao pushed the scorpion claw in front of her, his expression serious, “This matter is our secret, and we absolutely cannot let outsiders know about it.”

“I understand.” Ning Tian nodded immediately, his gaze falling on the pair of scorpion pincers, and he couldn’t help but pause in his breathing.

Born into the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile School, she was accustomed to rare and precious materials, yet her 400,000-year-old external soul bone was still a legendary treasure.

Gu Yue leaned against the window with her arms crossed and didn't say anything, only raising an eyebrow. She had known for a long time that Huo Yuhao had hidden a lot of good things, but she didn't expect him to take them out and give them to Ning Tian directly.

"This is an external soul bone, born from a 400,000-year-old Ice Jade Emperor Scorpion, and it has extreme ice attributes." Huo Yuhao spoke calmly, as if he were talking about an ordinary object. "I don't need it myself. You are a support type, and your self-defense ability is weak. It can protect you. Don't reveal it unless absolutely necessary. Keep it as a trump card."

"This is too valuable, I can't accept it." Ning Tianxia subconsciously took a half step back and shook his head.

External soul bones are already incredibly rare, let alone those of the 400,000-year level. This gift is far too precious.

"What's so valuable about it?" Huo Yuhao smiled, his eyes gentle, but his tone carried an undeniable seriousness. "You're my partner, isn't protecting your teammates your duty?"

He paused, then added, "Absorbing it requires perfect ice attribute compatibility, I'll help you. The process will be painful, but just bear with it."

Looking into his clear eyes, Ning Tian felt a warmth in her heart and nodded gently: "Yes, I'm not afraid of pain."

She was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly looked up, her cheeks slightly flushed: "Yuhao, after this competition is over, could you come back to the sect with me? My father wants to see you."

Ning Tian's father is the current sect leader of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Almost all the changes at Shrek Academy during this period were inseparable from the name Huo Yuhao. In particular, the concept of the Jade Luck Soul Tool, a groundbreaking design, even impressed him. Just like Ning Fengzhi's interest in Tang San ten thousand years ago, he also considered investing in it.

However, when Ning Fengzhi invested in Tang San, although the sect was preserved and two gods emerged, it also attracted a lot of criticism and was hailed as "the most failed investment".

He remained hesitant, which is why he wanted to see the boy in person before making a decision. With his daughter vouching for him, he was willing to take the gamble.

Huo Yuhao was taken aback for a moment, then readily nodded: "Of course, I also wanted to visit the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School."

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"Thank you, Yuhao."

Ning Tian's ears flushed slightly, and her fingers unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes. Huo Yuhao looked at her like this, a mischievous smile curving his lips. He didn't tease her any further: "Then can we begin now?"

"it is good."

"Ice Emperor, lend a hand." Huo Yuhao spoke, his Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun Martial Soul possessing him. At the same time, Ice Emperor's figure appeared behind Huo Yuhao, a pair of fair hands slowly pressing on Huo Yuhao's back, and a pure, bone-chilling icy power steadily flowed into his body through his meridians.

Huo Yuhao looked up at Ning Tian, ​​who was sitting cross-legged opposite him, staring at him with a serious expression and pursed lips. He spoke in a calm tone: "Relax and begin absorbing."