"Fire!"
Ma Rulong's shout was instantly drowned out by the deafening roar of six fully operational soul tool cannons firing at maximum capacity. The stage erupted into a dazzling fireworks display.
Logically speaking, even with firepower on that scale, it shouldn't have been possible to hit every opponent on the field—but reality proved otherwise.
The standard soul tool shields equipped by Dou Ling Academy's seven team members shattered in moments. Their control- and agility-type soul masters were immediately incapacitated, and had to be rescued by the referee as targeted blasts rained down upon them.
They were dazed.
'How is that possible? Were those cannons... aiming on their own? How could they be so precise? And that volume—'
Sharp-eyed spectators quickly noticed something terrifying. Not a single shot from the six cannon platforms had been wasted. Every blast and every beam struck its target with pinpoint accuracy.
After just one salvo, only two Dou Ling team members were left standing—the power-type captain and a defense-type soul master. They'd barely managed to survive.
Their eyes locked onto the six Sun Moon Academy members operating their cannons—soul power exhausted, reloading, immobile. There was still hope!
Despite their injuries, the two survivors charged forward with everything they had, pouring their remaining soul power into a last-ditch offensive.
Could they turn the tide?
The entire stadium held its breath.
But they had forgotten something critical.
All eyes were focused on the six cannon operators—and no one remembered the reserve member behind them.
Huo Yuhao.
Ma Rulong felt a spike of tension as he watched the two enemy soul masters charging with overwhelming momentum. His soul power was spent, and he couldn't stop them. Then, he felt a hand pat his shoulder.
Turning around, he saw Huo Yuhao, who gave him a calm, confident smile.
"Don't worry, Brother Ma. I'm still here."
With a snap of his fingers, the floating cannons he had concealed using his simulated soul skill sprang to life. From every point around the circular stage, fifty floating cannon units rose into the air.
The air rang with sharp humming sounds as beam after beam, shot after shot, rained down in a perfectly coordinated storm. The two remaining Dou Ling soul masters, out of options, could only struggle to dodge and raise their most basic soul shields.
But it was useless.
The firepower came down like divine judgment, every shot guided with surgical precision.
Still under a constant barrage, Huo Yuhao calmly stepped out from behind the six main team members and walked into the light of the explosions.
The brilliant flashes lit up his golden spiritual eyes, reflecting in the microcosmic realm hidden within his Genesis and Annihilation Eye.
"Within cannon range lies truth. And the truth of this match is our victory."
He stopped walking. At that moment, the barrage ceased, and before him stood the two Dou Ling soul masters—battered, exhausted, barely clinging to consciousness. One more second of fire, and they'd have been reduced to ashes.
"Referee, I believe the result is clear enough, isn't it?"
Huo Yuhao's calm voice echoed through the now-silent arena.
Silence.
"The Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineering Academy... wins."
They hadn't used a single soul skill. They'd won this battle purely through soul tools—overwhelming, precise, and undeniable.
The students of Shrek Academy sat quietly, stunned by the complete, one-sided destruction.
The soul masters from the other three nations sat quietly too, humiliated. Their long-standing pride in personal strength and disdain for soul tools had made them look like fools.
The common people in the audience sat quietly as well. Just moments ago, they had booed the Sun Moon team. Now, those cheers had died, replaced by the sound of slaps ringing in their minds.
And high above, on the royal platform, the elite of the Star Luo Empire—including the emperor and Duke White Tiger—also sat in silence.
Because Huo Yuhao wasn't finished yet.
He stepped forward, activated a soul tool amplifier, and addressed the tens of thousands watching.
"As I said just now—truth lies within cannon range.
What is a cannon? It is the symbol of power. Ten thousand years ago, the Spirit Hall ruled the continent. Why? Because they held the strongest soul masters—the cannons of their era. And so, they defined truth.
But times have changed. Today, is the cannon still a soul master? Is it still the kind of powerful soul master you in the Three Nations revere, who shuns soul tools?
No. Absolutely not.
Just now, with nothing but a simple, direct assault from a soul engineer unit, we utterly crushed a powerful soul master team.
So let me ask—especially you, Duke White Tiger, Dai Hao—if your army had to face a six-hundred-man soul engineer regiment… would it survive the bombardment? Or would it be flattened, just like this team?"
He stared directly at the elevated royal platform. Unsurprisingly, his challenge was met with silence.
Xu Jiawei let out a quiet sigh. Seeing the darkening expression on Dai Hao's face, he subtly gestured for him to stay silent.
Then the Star Luo Emperor spoke, his tone low and firm.
"The strength of Star Luo's military is not something a mere brat from the Sun Moon Empire can judge."
After his statement, he leaned toward a figure cloaked in black, standing quietly behind him.
"Go. Find out everything about that boy—his background, his history. All of it."
As the emperor's voice faded, the patriotic fervor of Star Luo's citizens ignited. Many leapt to their feet, shouting angry accusations at Huo Yuhao for insulting their empire.
But Huo Yuhao simply smiled, unfazed, and turned to walk off the stage.
"Oh? Then I hope I'll get to see the answer to my question myself. Because soon enough, the truth of this continent will be rewritten—beneath new cannons."
"Yuhao, I get that you wanted to provoke them, but wasn't that a little too obvious?"
Ma Rulong slapped him on the back, eyes full of admiration.
"Yeah, Yuhao... aren't you worried some people might come after you for revenge?"
Meng Hongchen looked anxious as she recalled the furious shouting from the stands.
Huo Yuhao gave a cold laugh.
"Heh. I'd actually love it... if someone had the guts to come for revenge."
Please. If anyone really did, they'd be stepping right into the shadow of the powerhouse standing behind Huo Yuhao now.
(End of Chapter)
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