Douluo Continent, Huo Yuhao, the villain from a parallel world

He paused, his sharp gaze sweeping across each young face. "You are the most talented team the academy has ever had in many years, and the academy has high hopes for you this time."

"I hope you yourselves will take this seriously enough, understand?"

"Understood!" everyone responded in unison.

"Very good." Old Ma nodded slightly and continued, "The competition will begin in a month. Starting today, you will begin your teamwork training."

"Next, each member of the reserve team will choose one of the regular team members for a one-on-one duel, except for Meng Hongchen and Xiao Hongchen."

"Fight with all your might, demonstrate your strength, and get to know each other thoroughly before engaging in team battle training." He waved his hand. "Alright, you can choose yourselves. Who wants to go first?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the rest of the reserve team, except for Xiao Hongchen and his sister, all turned to look at Huo Yuhao, their eyes filled with both awe and anticipation.

Huo Yuhao beat them so badly, and he is the strongest among them, so naturally he should be the one to test the strength of these regular team members first.

Huo Yuhao did not refuse, and his gaze swept over the crowd, landing directly on Ma Rulong, who was standing in the middle.

If you're going to take on a challenge, naturally you should choose the strongest one.

Ma Rulong, the captain of the main team, a level six Soul Master, and a Soul Emperor, is undoubtedly the top combatant of this Sun and Moon team.

Feeling Huo Yuhao's gaze, Ma Rulong was slightly taken aback, and an expression of interest appeared on his face.

He never expected that someone would challenge him right from the start.

Ma Rulong took a step forward, looked at the boy who was half a head shorter than him and exuded a sense of oppression, and asked, "You want to challenge me?"

"Yes, senior, I challenge you." Huo Yuhao nodded calmly, his expression remaining composed, and he did not lose his composure despite the oppressive aura emanating from Ma Rulong.

A hint of surprise flashed in Old Ma's eyes, but he quickly understood.

This kid in the reserve team is probably new here and doesn't know Ma Rulong's status in the regular team.

That's why we dare to launch a challenge.

Thinking of this, Old Ma didn't say much, but just waved his hand: "Alright, then you two go first. Everyone else, retreat to the spectator area."

The group followed instructions and retreated to the spectator area at the edge of the training ground.

The members of the main team sat on the benches, their eyes falling on the black-clad boy in the center of the field who looked much younger than all of them, and they began to talk in hushed tones.

Xiao Xiafeng was a lean young man with bright, lively eyes, and was known for his talkativeness among the regular team members.

He leaned back in his chair and spoke first: "Hey, how long do you think this kid can hold out against the captain?"

Before anyone else could answer, he glanced at his companion beside him and lowered his voice, "I think he's at most a Soul Venerable. His cultivation is two major levels lower. He probably won't last even a minute."

Sitting next to him, Mika crossed his arms and shook his head: "How long you can hold out isn't the point. The fact that you dared to be the first to step forward and even dared to directly challenge the captain, I have to admire your courage."

He paused, then added, "He's just a little not very smart."

"A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger." Chen Fei, who had been silent all along, spoke up for the first time. His tone was not sarcastic, but simply objective.

"Being able to make it into the reserve team means you must have some ability, but choosing the captain was definitely too impulsive."

The others did not participate in the discussion, but their eyes remained fixed on the boy in black, each with a different expression.

Huo Yuhao and Ma Rulong stood twenty meters apart in the center of the training ground.

Ma Rulong stood with his arms crossed, looking calm and collected, his eyes filled with scrutiny and amusement, while Huo Yuhao stood with his hands at his sides, his face as still as water.

Standing on the sidelines, Master Ma glanced at the two players for a moment to confirm that they were both ready, then raised his right hand high and swung it down sharply.

"start!"

Ma Rulong didn't move, nor did he even release his martial spirit. He simply raised his chin slightly and said loudly, "Junior brother, you make the first move."

In his mind, he was a Soul Emperor, while the other party was just a Soul Venerable-level reserve member. Their cultivation levels were two or three major ranks lower, so it would be too much of a bully for him to make the first move.

Huo Yuhao didn't stand on ceremony. He gently swiped his right hand across the storage soul tool at his waist, and a strangely shaped sword fell into his palm.

The sword is dark silver in color, about three feet long, but the blade is almost half the width of an ordinary longsword, making it look more like an elongated diamond-shaped spike.

Instead of a traditional handguard, the hilt of the sword features a ring of fine, dark black patterns.

The array patterns spread along the spine of the sword to the tip, gleaming with a deep luster under the sunlight of the training ground.

This is a level four melee soul tool that he designed specifically based on his chaotic power, named Ghost Rift.

The core magic array on the sword was designed by him based on the source of chaos, and it is fully capable of adapting to the driving force of chaos.

The Gap can disrupt the orderly flow of soul power within the target at the moment of impact, causing the target's defense to temporarily fail at the point of contact.

Although it is only a level four soul tool, its power is in no way inferior to that of a level five soul tool.

For defensive Soul Masters, it can unleash even greater power.

With his long sword in hand, Huo Yuhao lightly touched the ground with his toes and his figure shot straight toward Ma Rulong like a black lightning bolt.

Twenty meters was practically nothing in the face of his speed. In the blink of an eye, the dark silver slender sword had already pierced Ma Rulong's chest.

Ma Rulong's pupils contracted slightly; he clearly hadn't expected Huo Yuhao to be so fast.

However, with his rich combat experience, he immediately took a step back and flipped his right hand, and a silver-white metal round shield appeared out of thin air on his arm.

The hexagonal light patterns flowing across the surface of the round shield clearly indicate that it is a level 5 defensive soul tool.

"clang!"

The sword tip struck the shield, producing a crisp metallic clang.

Ma Rulong felt that the force coming from the shield was much greater than he had expected.

What alarmed him even more was that at the moment the sword tip made contact with the shield, the soul power of the core array of the round shield sluggished for a moment.

It was as if something had disrupted the order of the magic array for a fleeting moment.

Although the slight delay was fleeting and the shield returned to normal, Ma Rulong's expression had become more serious.

Huo Yuhao gave his opponent no chance to breathe. After his sword was blocked, he used the force of the recoil to turn around and slashed at Ma Rulong's waist with the Youxi Sword at an extremely tricky angle.

Ma Rulong raised his shield to block again, and there was another crisp sound as sparks flew from the shield.

Huo Yuhao's attacks were relentless, and the dark silver sword light in his hand transformed into sharp arcs, each strike precisely hitting the weakest point in Ma Rulong's defense.

His movements were even more unpredictable. One moment he was launching a fierce attack from the front, and the next he had silently slid to the flank, the tip of his sword protruding from an unbelievable angle like a venomous snake.

Forced to retreat repeatedly, Ma Rulong's composure had vanished completely.

He originally thought this was just a warm-up training match, and that he could easily suppress this arrogant junior with a few moves.

But now he was the one being suppressed. The opponent's swordsmanship was not only incredibly fast, but each strike also carried an inexplicable and strange characteristic.

Each time the sword and shield clashed, the defensive magic circle on his round shield would be momentarily disrupted.

Although each episode of disorder lasted only a very short time, so short that others could not even perceive it, he, as the holder of the round shield, clearly felt the discomfort.

This made him feel that his defenses were no longer reliable against the opponent's sword.

Besides this feeling, the constant disruption of the formation also caused his soul power to be rapidly depleted.

After all, every time the formation was disturbed, he had to inject more soul power to stabilize it.

Otherwise, the level 5 soul-guided shield in his hand would probably become ineffective immediately.

"No wonder this junior dared to challenge me; I didn't expect him to have such a powerful soul tool."

Ma Rulong's expression turned serious. He had completely put aside his previous thoughts and regarded Huo Yuhao as a true opponent.

Chapter 119 Threads and Refraction: The Shock Brought by Chaotic Soul Tools

In the spectator area, the members of the main team had straightened their backs from their lazy posture.

"Wow, this junior is something else!" Xiao Xiafeng couldn't help but exclaim.

The other regular players, who were originally prepared to watch the show, were also dumbfounded as they looked at the scene on the field.

Chen Fei stared silently at the dark silver sword light that was forcing Ma Rulong to retreat repeatedly, his eyes filled with astonishment and doubt.

The reserve team members were also stunned and speechless. They never expected that Ma Rulong, a Soul Emperor, would be suppressed by Huo Yuhao right from the start.

Standing at the very front of the spectator area, Old Ma watched as his usually composed grandson was relentlessly suppressed by a reserve team member using close-combat sword skills, and a hint of shock flashed in his eyes as well.

The reason he didn't stop Huo Yuhao from challenging Ma Rulong was that he actually wanted Ma Rulong to teach Huo Yuhao a lesson.

After all, Huo Yuhao was a newcomer who had just joined the reserve team. He needed to be properly mentored by someone with strong skills so that he would be able to follow instructions during the competition.

But the current situation is completely different from what he expected!

What does it mean that Soul Emperor Ma Rulong was suppressed by a Soul Venerable?

Moreover, Huo Yuhao's suppression was not simple; he did not release his martial soul from the beginning and achieved this result solely with a soul tool.

Even someone as knowledgeable as Mr. Ma had never seen anything like this before.

The calmest person in the room was Xiao Hongchen, because he already knew just how terrifying Huo Yuhao's true strength was.

After he advanced to the Soul King level, he fought Huo Yuhao again, but unsurprisingly suffered a crushing defeat.

Now, in his eyes, Huo Yuhao's strength is as deep as the ocean, and even Ma Rulong, who is at the Soul Emperor level, is definitely no match for Huo Yuhao.

However, his mood soon improved.

Watching Ma Rulong retreating steadily and his expression growing increasingly serious, I felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

"Yes, that's the feeling!" Xiao Hongchen cheered inwardly.

When he first fought Huo Yuhao, it was the same; he was overwhelmed and couldn't even breathe, not fully understanding how he lost.

Now it's finally someone else's turn to experience this feeling, and it's the captain of the regular team no less.

He felt much better after that.

Meng Hongchen sat next to Xiao Hongchen, her wine-red eyes fixed on Huo Yuhao.

Her face was full of undisguised admiration, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up.

As expected, senior brother is senior brother. No matter who the opponent is, as long as it is senior brother, he will definitely win.

At this moment, Ma Rulong, who was being constantly suppressed on the competition stage, finally found an opportunity.

Using the recoil from a block, he leaped back several meters, creating a safe distance between himself and Huo Yuhao, finally regaining his footing and no longer being forced into a pathetic, passive defense.

Ma Rulong took a deep breath, the arrogance in his eyes completely gone, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity.

The Huo Yuhao in front of him was not the weakling he had imagined.