Mysterious Jade Hand.
His palm was like a blade; he did not meet Wu Feng's fist head-on, but instead slashed towards the joint of Wu Feng's wrist at an extremely tricky angle.
"Hiss—"
The moment Mysterious Jade Hand made contact with the Dragons Fire, it emitted a sound like hot oil being poured onto an ice cube.
A piercing, burning pain came from his palm, but Huo Yuhao gritted his teeth and, relying on the defense of Mysterious Jade Hand, managed to strike Wu Feng's wrist.
Wu Feng felt her wrist go numb, and the force of her punch instantly dissipated.
"Catching Dragon."
Huo Yuhao let out a low shout, unleashing the exertion technique of Controlling Crane Catching Dragon. A suction force emanated from his palm, attempting to disrupt Wu Feng's balance.
"Break for me."
Wu Feng roared, her Soul Power erupting. The Dragons Fire surged violently, directly shattering Huo Yuhao's suction force and forcing him back half a step.
The battle instantly entered a white-hot phase.
On the competition stage, two figures, one red and one white, crazily intertwined and collided.
Wu Feng completely abandoned defense; every strike was wide-open and powerful, filled with destructive force.
Wherever her fists and feet reached, Dragon's fire splashed, leaving charred marks on the hard stone stage.
The entire stage seemed to have turned into a giant oven.
And Huo Yuhao was like a dancer dancing on the tip of a blade.
He pushed the Tang Sect's ultimate techniques to their limit.
Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track allowed him to maneuver and dodge within that sea of Hellfire, seeking a chance of survival.
Mysterious Jade Hand allowed him to make brief contact with the Dragons Fire, enabling him to parry and counterattack.
Controlling Crane Catching Dragon constantly harassed and pulled, attempting to disrupt Wu Feng's attack rhythm.
The combination of Purple Demon Eye and Spiritual Detection allowed him to break down and predict every one of Wu Feng's movements.
The students off the stage were completely stunned.
How could this look like a duel between a Soul Master and a Spirit Grandmaster?
This was clearly an ultimate collision of skill and power.
Every one of Huo Yuhao's dodges and counterattacks was exquisite to the extreme, filled with a sense of artistry, making everyone sweat for him.
However, everyone could see that Huo Yuhao had fallen into a disadvantage, a huge one at that.
After all, he had underestimated the amplification Spirit Ability provided to a Soul Master.
The continuous high temperature brought by the Dragons Fire was fatal to him.
Every breath he took inhaled scorching air, and his lungs felt like they were on fire.
His skin, even without being hit directly, was roasted bright red by the heat waves, covered in countless blisters.
The Soul Power consumption of using Mysterious Jade Hand was far greater than he had anticipated.
His Soul Power was depleting at an alarming rate.
"It's over."
Wu Feng seized a tiny opening in Huo Yuhao caused by his insufficient Soul Power, a fierce look flashing in her eyes.
She abandoned her fists and feet and slammed forward violently.
This move was simple and unadorned, but it was extremely fast. Although Huo Yuhao's Spiritual Detection had predicted it, his body could no longer keep up with his reaction.
"Bang!"
Wu Feng's shoulder, carrying the violent Dragons Fire, slammed solidly into Huo Yuhao's chest.
"Crack..."
Huo Yuhao only heard a faint sound of bone cracking coming from his chest, followed immediately by an indescribable, intense pain and burning sensation spreading throughout his entire body.
He flew backward like a broken sack. While in the air, he spat out a large mouthful of blood, and his clothes ignited in several places.
"Yuhao!"
Wang Dong and Xiao Xiao exclaimed in shock simultaneously.
"It's over."
Lan Susu sighed softly off the stage. The looks in the eyes of those beside her—Lan Luoluo, Zhou Sichen, Cao Jinxuan, and others—towards Huo Yuhao had changed from initial contempt to deep admiration.
They asked themselves, at Huo Yuhao's Rank, facing a fully committed Wu Feng, they absolutely could not have done as well as Huo Yuhao.
"He has already tried very hard."
Wang Yan's face was full of regret and pity.
"However, the gap in strength is ultimately a fatal flaw. To be able to reach this point has already exceeded everyone's imagination."
However, just as Huo Yuhao's body was about to hit the ground, and just as Han Ruoruo raised her hand to announce the end of the match.
Huo Yuhao, flying backward in the air, used his last ounce of strength to stare fixedly at Wu Feng.
In his bloodshot, crimson eyes, there was no pain, no despair, only a sense of determination.
All his mental force was compressed and condensed at this moment without reservation, turning into an invisible spike that spanned the distance and stabbed fiercely toward the center of Wu Feng's eyebrows.
Spiritual Impact.
Wu Feng had just severely injured Huo Yuhao, and a sense of pleasure from revenge was rising in her heart.
She never expected that under such circumstances, Huo Yuhao could still launch an attack.
Moreover, this was the Spiritual Impact she had been guarding against from beginning to end, yet it had never appeared.
The moment that invisible mental force slammed into her mind, all her defenses were torn apart instantly, as if they were made of paper.
"Ah—!"
Wu Feng let out a shrill scream; it felt as if someone had used a red-hot iron rod to stab fiercely into her brain marrow and then stirred it crazily.
Her vision went black, and she instantly lost control of her body.
The Dragons Fire surrounding her went "poof" and completely extinguished.
She clutched her head, stumbled back a few steps, her body went limp, and she knelt on one knee on the ground.
Blood flowed uncontrollably from her nostrils and the corners of her mouth.
Both sides suffered.
This was the phrase that simultaneously appeared in everyone's mind off the stage.
A Spirit Grandmaster who had just advanced to the second ring, and a one-ring Soul Master of only Rank 17, had actually fought to such an outcome in a head-on duel.
However, things were far from over.
Wu Feng knelt on the ground, clutching her head tightly with both hands. The intense pain made her feel like her entire head was about to explode.
That invisible Spiritual Impact was like a red-hot steel needle, stirring crazily in her Sea of Consciousness, making her experience unprecedented pain.
But even stronger than the pain was the humiliation that went deep into her bones.
She, Wu Feng, the possessor of the Red Dragon Martial Soul, the pride of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, had actually been forced into such a pathetic state by a guy she had always regarded as trash, using the very method she despised the most.
"Ah—!"
She lifted her head abruptly and let out a roar filled with anger and unwillingness.
Blood flowed down the corners of her mouth and nostrils, making her pretty face look somewhat ferocious.
She stared fixedly at Huo Yuhao, who was lying on the ground in the distance, seemingly unconscious. In those fiery red eyes, an irreconcilable hatred burned.
Lost? No, she had not lost.
She could still stand up, while that trash had already fallen.
'I haven't lost, how could I possibly lose to this kind of person.'
Wu Feng roared crazily in her heart.
'He just used some despicable and shameless methods; when it comes to true strength, he isn't even fit to carry my shoes.'
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