The Peerless Tang Sect: Possessing Huo Yuhao at the Start

Chapter 101 Top Three of the Soul Guidance Competition

After the All-Continent Youth Advanced Soul Master Elite Tournament entered the round-robin stage, the Shrek Academy team encountered strong opponents in two consecutive matches. However, in the next four matches, they defeated their opponents one after another, relying on their strong strength to advance through the rounds. With a record of seven wins and no losses, they ranked first in their group and have basically stepped into the quarterfinals.

In this group, in addition to the Shrek Academy team, the Sun Moon Empire Royal Soul Master Academy also advanced with a record of seven wins and one loss.

Night fell quietly, and a figure emerged from the shadows. It was Huo Zhanji, walking alone on the street. He realized he couldn't keep up the act any longer.

With the money he won in the previous matches, Ling Luochen had amassed a fortune of nearly 300 million gold soul coins, as well as a considerable amount of rare metals that he had arranged for Chen An to search for.

Outside the familiar Qingse Hotel, Chen An would always be waiting at the door since she stopped being a referee.

"Lord Yun. Please come in. Lord Yun, are you feeling better?" Chen An rushed over to Huo Zhanji as soon as she saw him, her face full of flattery.

Huo Zhanji handed him the card containing his Gold Soul Coins, saying, "Naturally, I'll keep all the Gold Soul Coins."

"Young Master Yun, the drawing of lots hasn't taken place yet. You..." Chen An roughly knew how many gold soul coins were in Huo Zhanji's card, and couldn't help but hesitate, especially since all six of them were very strong.

Huo Zhanji smiled calmly and said, "You can take it and place your bets without worry."

"Yes," Chen An replied respectfully.

"How's the matter I asked you to handle going?" Huo Zhanji asked.

Chen An said respectfully, "We only need a few rare metals to be fully prepared."

"Alright, this is your reward." Huo Zhanji reached out and gently tapped Chen An's forehead.

Instantly, Chen An felt an extremely pure soul power flow from Huo Zhanji's fingertips. To his shock, after that pure soul power entered his body, his own soul power also fluctuated rapidly. He could clearly feel his soul power increasing rapidly!

"Level six soul power!!! I've reached the Soul Emperor level!"

"This...Young Master Yun, how is this possible?" Chen An felt that her understanding had been completely overturned.

"Facts speak louder than words. Nothing is impossible. It's all up to human effort, isn't it?" Huo Zhanji said with a smile.

"Yes! Yes, I understand." Chen An nodded repeatedly.

With great excitement, Chen An escorted Huo Zhanji to the Golden Rest Hall and then left immediately. After reaching level 70, no one or nothing on the Douluo Continent could threaten Huo Zhanji anymore. With his Infinite Form, he could even contend with a level 3 god.

Number 96 and Number 98 walked in from outside, both still dressed in black. Seeing Huo Zhanji sitting on the sofa, Number 98 curled his lip and said, "You cripple actually recovered? I didn't expect you to be able to last until this round."

Huo Zhanji smiled slightly and said, "It's hard to say who will win or lose. After all, who can be an eighth-level Soul Master like me?" As he spoke, Huo Zhanji revealed his Soul Master badge.

Number Ninety-Eight's expression changed slightly: "Level Eight!!!"

Number Ninety-Six tugged at him and nodded to Huo Zhanji at the same time, and the two brothers then sat down to the side.

"We can't afford to offend an eighth-level Soul Master. In any country, such a person would be treated with utmost respect. Don't be reckless."

"Yes"

The three had barely sat down when staff came to announce that the competition was about to begin.

Upon re-entering the Golden Hall, they instantly became the center of attention in this magnificent, bustling hall. With only six contestants remaining, the arena had become much more spacious, divided into three distinct areas. Each area featured two extra-large soul tool crafting tables. In the center of the arena stood three round tables, each piled high with rare metals—the prizes for today's winners.

Huo Zhanji and his two companions were led to a passageway behind the competition stage, instead of entering through the main entrance of the Golden Hall as usual. In addition to the three of them, there were three other young men in their late twenties who were already waiting there. Both of them looked very excited. They were also among the final six contestants.

On the stage, a handsome young man dressed in glittering gold clothes strode onto the stage: "……………"

As soon as the draw ended, the entire Golden Hall immediately became bustling with activity. Many people could glean some information from the draw results, making this the safest time to place bets. Of course, the odds for betting during these fifteen minutes were much lower than before. Even so, the hall was still a scene of chaos. All thirty-six temporary betting stations were packed with people.

Huo Zhanji and the two brothers also encountered each other, and were each matched with an unlucky cannon fodder. All the doors of the Golden Hall were open, and the gamblers filed out. After a night of waiting, everyone was exhausted.

After receiving the reward, Huo Zhanji left the Qingse Hotel. It was a dark alley with no streetlights. Once he disappeared into the darkness, he quickly vanished.

The VIP room on the basement floor of the Qingse Hotel.

"Vice Master, what do you think of that young man just now?" Nangong Wan asked in a low voice.

The vice-leader's grey-blue eyes gleamed with a strange light: "It's peculiar; that feeling is exactly what we've been searching for."

Nangong Wan was startled: "You mean, he might be... the Holy Son!"

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(End of this chapter)