Time stood still at this moment, and everything in front of him fell into darkness.
The consciousness of Feng Ling, the young master of the Chongtian Sect, seemed to be cut off from reality.
Vision, hearing, touch...all the senses have lost their original functions.
There was dead silence. It couldn't be called silence to be precise, because the surroundings were constantly transmitting tinnitus-like sound waves at a terrifyingly uniform frequency.
The light from the outside passes through the eyelids, making the darkness perceived by vision not that deep.
"what happened?"
A wordless panic instantly rose in Feng Ling's heart.
He tried to forcefully open his eyelids, squeeze out a crack, and use his soybean-sized eyes to see the surrounding situation, but it was all in vain.
His body was now unable to even perform the small act of opening his eyes.
"What exactly is going on!"
The angry Feng Ling's first reaction was to curse, but all the curses were stopped prematurely due to the inability of his vocal cords to vibrate.
The exquisite and strong soul guide armor and shield were still intact, but they could not stop the attack from the spiritual level at all.
All his negative emotions, fear, and anger were trapped in his body, and were abandoned by the world along with the almost frozen time.
"Calm down, this must be some kind of soul skill, it will be fine after a while."
Feng Ling forced himself to calm down, but as time slowly passed, his little composure completely collapsed.
five minutes.
ten minutes.
twenty minutes.
At first Fengling still had the energy to curse, but soon the curses turned into trembling and pleading deep in her soul.
"Please, no matter who it is, let me out quickly."
"My father is the leader of the Chongtian Sect. I can give you many, many gold soul coins."
"Let me out quickly——"
Slowly, he lost the strength to even plead. Being exiled in the darkness made him lose his sense of time.
Feng Ling wanted to deceive herself that this was all a dream. Or maybe this was reality and he could escape it by sleeping.
But his consciousness was extremely clear, and he could only be forced to endure the loneliness silently in the darkness.
Finally, thirty minutes passed.
Feng Ling's eyes suddenly opened, and light once again entered his unfocused eyes.
He did not show great joy because he regained his five senses. Under the huge mental inertia, he still showed a look of dementia and numbness.
There was a muffled sound, and the soul armor wrapped around Feng Ling's fat body hit the competition stage heavily.
Feng Ling spread his legs and sat on the ground without any image, using his shield to support the ground to barely let himself lie down.
He was not hurt at all on the surface, but his emotional world had just experienced a storm.
After regaining control of her body, Feng Ling didn't react for a moment, and didn't even notice the drool dripping from the corner of her mouth.
Huo Yuhao held the soul-guiding cigarette in his right hand and carefully observed Feng Ling's reaction not far away.
Fengling's cultivation level is not high, only in the middle stage of the fourth ring. Using Spiritual Exile on him does not require much soul power and mental power.
After a thirty-minute mental exile, Feng Ling's reaction was in line with Huo Yuhao's expectations.
His soul power fluctuations and physical condition did not change at all, but his mood fluctuations were extremely violent, which made Huo Yuhao very satisfied.
Both are spiritual moves, but spiritual exile and soul impact are essentially different.
Spiritual exile does not involve a direct collision between Huo Yuhao and the enemy's spiritual power. The power of this move mainly depends on the opponent's willpower and the time of being exiled.
Theoretically speaking, as long as the willpower is strong enough, even if a person is not high in cultivation, no matter how long he is exiled, it will not have much impact on him.
Isn’t meditation practice so boring and lonely? Don’t so many people still persevere day after day?
Anyone who can endure loneliness is a ruthless person, but obviously the young master of the Chongtian Clan in front of him is not that ruthless.
Just after escaping from the darkness, and suddenly seeing the dazzling sunlight, Feng Ling suddenly felt that his mind, which had been awake just now, became groggy.
After sitting on the ground stupidly for a few seconds, he suddenly let out an unexplained grunt, rolled his eyes, fell backwards on the competition stage, and passed out.
Huo Yuhao still stood there, quite speechless.
He swore that he really did not use any soul skills except mental suggestion and mental exile this time, and Feng Ling's physical and mental power was not damaged at all.
Unexpectedly, after only being locked up in the dark room for half an hour, this person couldn't hold on any longer.
"How did you become a soul master with this kind of psychological quality..." Huo Yuhao muttered to himself, feeling a little funny besides being disappointed.
He was originally worried that half an hour was too little, fearing that it would not have much impact on the opponent, so he was prepared to increase the intensity, because the opponent was a soul engineer, and he said such harsh words before the war started.
Soul engineers are a group of people who are very tolerant of loneliness. In order to develop soul guidance devices, they can often maintain high concentration for several hours in a row.
Unfortunately, Feng Ling, as the spoiled son of the Chongtian Sect Master, followed the path of an out-of-control soul mentor. He was equipped with the best soul guides and never had to personally participate in the production of soul guides.
All the spectators stared blankly at the field. From their perspective, the members of the Chongtianmen were charging towards Huo Yuhao one second, and then suddenly staggered and fell to the ground the next second.
The referee was stunned again and hesitantly stepped forward to check on Feng Ling.
He first sensed Feng Ling's body. There was no injury, but his breathing and pulse were a little rapid. He didn't even consume much soul power. He couldn't be healthier.
"It's really weird."
The referee groaned in his heart. Although he was confused, he still announced dutifully.
"The Chongtianmen player fainted and lost the ability to fight. In the second individual knockout match, Longhumen won."
The familiar scene was staged for the second time, and the uninformed audience outside the venue burst into ridicule again.
In two consecutive individual knockout matches, the players from Chongtianmen collapsed without even being able to touch their opponents.
The opponent didn't even use his soul ring, or even move his feet.
In the waiting area, the already ugly face of the leader of Chongtianmen turned even more livid. In this competition, Chongtianmen’s face has been completely lost. As the team leader, he will definitely be punished by the sect leader.
But when he looked at Feng Ling who was sent back to the battle area and was unconscious, he couldn't blame him. After all, he was the distinguished young master of the sect.
A long voice came from the competition stage.
"Next."
The middle-aged team leader gritted his teeth, turned to a tall young man and said, "Xiang Guanwen, come on, you must go all out."
The tall young man responded confidently and stepped onto the competition stage.
But soon, in less than two minutes, he was also carried off the field unconscious by the referee. Similarly, he failed to enter Huo Yuhao's body.
Ice Emperor whispered softly: "Yu Hao has developed the spiritual illusion better and better."
Not being in the spiritual sea, she could only detect that Huo Yuhao was using spiritual illusions, but was unable to know the specific content of the illusions, so she couldn't help but be curious.
Tianmeng said excitedly: "Hehe, Bingbing, let me tell you, the mental attribute is the strongest. You see, Yuhao has eliminated all his opponents without having to do anything himself."
Ice Emperor frowned and gave her a cold look.
Tianmeng shrank his neck and quickly changed his words: "Uh... the ice attribute is the strongest... uh, no, the mental attribute is as strong as ice..."
Only then did the Ice Emperor look away.
There was jeers outside the court again.
However, unlike those spectators outside the court who were confused, the players and team leaders from various teams in the player rest area did not think so. Some experts frowned with solemn and curious expressions.
Once or twice can be said to be a coincidence, but three times in a row means there is a high probability that something is wrong.
Many people began to suspect that the fainting of the three disciples of Chongtian Sect was related to Huo Yuhao.
Did he do something?
But he didn't even release the soul ring. If he wasn't using a soul skill, could it be a soul guide, or a soul bone soul skill? Innate skills?
Of course, all this remains at the stage of conjecture, with no direct evidence.
Only a few people who know the information can guess the secret.
In the Tang Clan team, Xu Sanshi sighed in surprise: "Don't these disciples of the Chongtian Clan usually have actual combat training? How come three of them in a row are like this?"
He Caitou smiled and speculated: "I guess Yuhao did all this."
"Yu Hao? But he didn't even release the soul ring?" Xiao Xiao looked confused.
Beibei asked with a smile: "Have you forgotten the attributes of Yuhao's first martial soul?"
"Spiritual attributes!" Everyone in the Tang Sect suddenly realized and said in unison.
Wang Dong stared at the field with dull eyes, wondering how far Huo Yuhao had grown after not seeing him for so many years.
In the waiting area, the leader of the Chongtianmen team looked at the fifth team member who was sent back, with a dark face and silence.
He tolerated saying it was a coincidence once, twice and three times, but now it was the fifth time. If he could no longer see that it was Huo Yuhao's fault, then he should stop being the team leader.
The referee urged from above: "Please Chongtianmen send out the next player as soon as possible."
The middle-aged team leader suddenly said: "Referee, Chongtianmen has abstained."
The referee paused and then continued to ask: "Are you sure? You have not won a single knockout match, and you will not even have a chance to start a team battle later. Forfeiting now means direct elimination."
The team leader nodded heavily and said, "I'm sure."
Chongtianmen is no longer shameful, and now he just wants to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.
It's not scary to be beaten by someone. If you are beaten by Shrek College or Sun Moon College, Chongtianmen can still be proud of it and show it off.
But if he was defeated by a sect with no reputation at all, and even the opponent's martial spirit was not forced out, if this spread, the Chongtian Sect would no longer be able to recruit disciples in the future.
The referee responded and announced loudly: "Chongtianmen gives up and admits defeat. In the tenth game of the knockout round in the preliminary stage, Longhumen wins."
As the referee gave the order, all the spectators remembered the name of the sect they had heard for the first time.
He didn't even release his martial soul or soul ring, nor did he use his soul guide. He just stood on the field and asked his opponent to give up and admit defeat.
I'm afraid there is no such team in the competition's more than 10,000 years of history.
On the rostrum, Xu Tianran's eyes were blazing: "Master Hongchen Hall, you said that Huo Yuhao is a twin martial soul, and the first martial soul has spiritual attributes, right?"
Jing Hongchen nodded in response: "Exactly."
Xu Tianran seemed to just mention it casually, and stopped asking questions after getting a positive answer.
Jing Hongchen had his own plans in mind.
A powerful spiritual soul master is what Project No. 1 has been pursuing. Should Huo Yuhao be selected as a candidate for such a secret project?
The Snow Demon Sect team.
Huo Qiuer stood up and was about to walk out of the rest area.
Wei Na asked: "Qiu'er, our games are about to start in two games. Where are you going?"
Huo Qiuer said calmly: "It's just a knockout match. It's enough with Muxue and the others. I'll go back to the hotel first."
Long Aotian raised his hand: "Let her go. There is no need to invest too much energy in the knockout competition."
Wei Na nodded and said no more.
Huo Yuhao slowly walked back to the waiting area and said to Tianmeng, "It's time to go back."
"Huh? Don't you want to continue watching the game?"
"What's so exciting about the knockout rounds?"
Huo Yuhao did not return to the players' rest area and went directly back to the Mingyue Hotel.
Tianmeng and the other three had returned to the sea of spirits. She asked excitedly: "Yuhao, what illusion did you cast on them? They actually fainted from fear."
She could clearly sense that the members of the Chongtian Sect were not forced into coma because of the mental shock, but they fainted because they saw something scary.
Huo Yuhao shook his finger helplessly: "It's not that I scared them on purpose, but they themselves are too fragile."
Ice Emperor also nodded approvingly: "Yu Hao, this is a very amazing soul skill. Even we can't find it easily, and it's even more difficult for outsiders to detect it."
Huo Yuhao snorted softly: "How can the naked eye of a mortal be able to spy on the transformation of an immortal?"
At this moment, Huo Yuhao suddenly stopped and stared quietly at a figure on the street in the distance. The tall blue-haired girl was no one else except Huo Qiu'er.
Huo Qiuer approached confidently and asked calmly: "There are still a few days left before the round robin after the knockout rounds. Where do you plan to go?"
Huo Yuhao didn't know why this girl who suddenly appeared and knew his details kept pestering him, so he asked deliberately impatiently: "I don't plan to go anywhere. I'm very busy, don't follow me."
Huo Qiuer asked: "What are you busy with?"
Huo Yuhao really didn't know what to do with Huo Qiu'er for a moment.
She is violent but not easy to move. After all, she is from the Noumenon Sect, so she has done herself a big favor.
Moreover, it is during the competition, and there are soldiers on the streets. It would be bad if it makes a big fuss.
She can't get rid of it, but she has a special way to see through her own simulation.
He could only use illusion to lure her away.
Invisible mental fluctuations surged and spread towards Huo Qiuer.
However, the strong mental fluctuation disappeared in front of Huo Qiuer.
Huo Qiuer's originally cold and arrogant eyes revealed a trace of amusement.
"Your spiritual soul skills are of no use to me."
Huo Yuhao did not expect such a situation, and the doubts in his heart became even stronger.
After a moment of silence, he said casually: "I'm going to participate in the underground soul master competition. Only soul masters can participate."
Huo Qiu'er smiled and said, "Oh, I will also go to the Low Soul Master Competition."
Huo Yuhao said calmly: "You are not a soul master, so don't follow me."
Huo Qiu'er chuckled and asked, "Who said I'm not a soul master anymore?"
Huo Yuhao was really surprised now and asked subconsciously: "Are you still a soul master?"
Huo Qiu'er put on the posture of a winner and said teasingly: "Yes, I learned it from a certain soul master."
