Douluo Continent: I, Huo Yuhao, am the Master of Spirit.

Chapter 504 Killing Whale Overlord Fist!

On the competition stage, Long Aotian, who had been beaten by Euler for almost three minutes, had his eyes rolling back. Du Busi and Jin Peng were simply ignorant and ignorant.

Huo Zhanji's second punch was aimed at his face. He was now having trouble moving and couldn't speak at all.

With his skin spirit not activated, his physical attributes were significantly weaker than in his prime. How could a spirit master in a blank state withstand such a fierce attack?

After Huo Zhanji finished his Wing Chun Platinum Star routine, his hand, like an eagle's claw, suddenly grabbed Long Aotian's head and pulled it down. His extremely hard knee slammed upwards, and his sharply angled knee struck Long Aotian's forehead.

The excruciating pain and the deafening roar in his mind pulled Long Aotian back to his senses. Information from all parts of his body converged in his barely functioning brain through his nerves and mental energy.

He suffered three broken ribs, lung bleeding, ruptured blood vessels in his limbs, a moderate skull fracture, and a severe concussion.

If we translate this into a game, the row of red debuffs above his veins means it's time to consider restarting the game.

But as Du Busi said, the Body Sect could not admit defeat, and Long Aotian did not want to admit defeat either; at least, they could not lose before they had a truly satisfying fight.

Huo Zhanji's entire body was like a weapon. Even though his martial soul hadn't been activated, his power was terrifying. Various attacks rained down on him. In at most thirty seconds, he would be beaten to death.

"Let's give it our all!"

Despite the pain, Long Aotian, while still conscious, forcibly activated his Martial Soul. His entire body's soul power surged forth, seven soul rings shone around his body, his figure swelled, and took on a jade-like color.

Huo Zhanji's black eyes lit up, and five soul rings, one purple, one black, and one dark, surrounded him. He activated his mental shock, and the invisible mental force drilled into the opponent's already dizzying sea of ​​consciousness, stirring it violently. Long Aotian was immediately stunned.

Huo Zhanji still held Long Aotian's head with one hand and slammed it to the ground.

It wasn't that he had a particular fondness for heads, but rather that attacking the head was generally the most efficient method in battle, especially for Soul Masters of the Body Sect, who possessed rapid regeneration abilities.

With a deafening roar, countless fragments of metal flew into the air, some even striking Huo Zhanji's expressionless face. The shadow of his short black hair covered half of his face, making it appear half black and half white in the sunlight.

Blood gushed from Long Aotian's forehead. Metal fragments, propelled by the near-sonic impact, pierced his defenses and embedded themselves in his face, leaving bloody holes that were quite conspicuous against his jade-colored skin.

He instinctively opened his mouth, wanting to use his soul power to fight back.

However, during the mental detection, his every move was too slow and too obvious.

Huo Zhanji unleashed another long whip kick. Within his long legs, encased in yellow trousers, countless cells rubbed together rapidly, exchanging soul power and magnetic field force between them.

Without giving him any time to react, a heavy kick landed on Long Aotian's abdomen, and a cone-shaped cloud of condensation appeared around him, sending him flying and crashing his back into the soul-guiding barrier.

Huo Zhanji did not continue the pursuit at this time. He calmed his soul power for a while, and the magnetic field power generated by the friction of the cells pulsated wildly in his body.

His eyes, which seemed to hold the universe within them, sparkled in the sunlight.

With his hands braced against the ground, Long Aotian struggled to his feet and spat out another mouthful of blood, mixed with some colorful things that looked like food or fragments of internal organs. For a Soul Master in his true form, this kind of injury wouldn't kill him.

"Your martial soul is your eyes! Or is it a spiritual attribute?"

Because of Huo Zhanji's generosity, Long Aotian, who had just caught his breath, showed a look of shock and his tone was somewhat incredulous.

In Long Aotian's mental perception, Huo Zhanji standing in front of him did not exist at all! But he could be seen with his naked eye.

This shows that the opponent's mental strength is far superior to his! When he was being beaten before, his eyes lit up during the flashing of his spirit rings.

One of his teammates has an eye-type martial soul, a rare silver-level awakening among the younger generation of the Body Sect. However, Gu Tong's eye-type martial soul does not include the brain, and its mental attribute accounts for a very small proportion. He mainly uses soul power rays.

The fact that the opponent's eye martial soul has a mental attribute indicates that his eyes should include a brain, making it undoubtedly a top-tier physical martial soul.

But why would a Soul Master with a spiritual attribute be so physically terrifying?! This is almost illogical.

"Are you done talking? Even in this situation, instead of trying to get away from me, you're still walking towards me?"

Huo Zhanji twisted his neck, his joints making a crisp sound, as he watched Long Aotian slowly walk towards him.

"How can I continue fighting you if I don't get close to you?"

Long Aotian's third and fifth soul rings shone brightly, and the color of his body turned dark gold. The amplification of his soul skill, Heaven and Earth Transformation, caused his aura to rise wildly.

A silver figure gathered behind him and then merged into his body, marking the second awakening of the Silver level.

The adrenaline surged, shielding him from physical pain. His various injuries were temporarily overshadowed by the high-intensity amplification, and his fighting spirit soared even higher.

"Silver-level awakening? Too bad, it's useless. Your purity is too low."

Under Long Aotian's shocked gaze, a silver eye phantom appeared behind Huo Zhanji and slowly merged into his body.

The second awakening of his original martial soul was no secret to him; it was simply a matter of tempering himself under the pressure of the deep sea for a few days.

He can even achieve the Gold-level Awakening now. His original body technique has been developed for tens of thousands of years in his timeline and has long been thoroughly understood. Moreover, his father is Huo Yuhao and his uncle is Tang Wulin.

"This...you can also awaken a second time?"

Huo Zhan stretched out his arm and asked, "What secret is this?"

"Enough with the nonsense. I'm pretty angry right now. Don't let me kill you. Find a chance to admit defeat."

The third spirit ring shone brightly, and the Spirit Eyes lit up. This spirit skill was called Spirit Appraisal, an ability given by the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm spirit that Tang San gifted him. This Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm spirit was formed from a part of Brother Tianmeng's original essence.

It has to be said that this soul skill is really quite good; combined with mental detection, it's like having the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow activated.

All of Long Aotian's information flooded his mind: which muscles were strained due to training, which blood vessels were more vulnerable, and even how much force was needed to destroy these weaknesses—all of this was displayed in his brain in the form of precise numbers.

The magnetic force flowed through his legs, propelling Huo Zhanji's figure to disappear rapidly, at a speed that Long Aotian could not catch.

His mental strength was completely useless at this moment, no different from being crippled.

Huo Zhanji's figure appeared behind him like a ghost. By the time he noticed, his leg had already been attacked. The hidden injuries left from his previous training flared up, and he instinctively knelt on the ground as if he had been electrocuted.

Without the slightest hesitation, his arms transformed into dark golden longswords, which he thrust into the ground. Countless sharp blades emerged from the ground, turning the earth into a forest of blades.

"A mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire!"

"Useless!" Huo Zhanji's figure disappeared again, and he came to the top of his head by rotating the magnetic field.

His broad palm pressed his head to the ground, the immense force shattering the earth, sending rubble and fragments of dark gold longsword flying through the air.

Long Aotian entered a state of perfect harmony with nature, and his fourth soul skill shone brightly, radiating out sharp blades that sliced ​​across the ground, temporarily forcing Huo Zhanji back.

Huo Zhan stomped the ground hard, clenched his fist, and the magnetic field rotated, controlling the metal fragments to spin into a silver tornado.

The eye of the storm was Long Aotian; the rapidly spinning metal fragments were like a meat grinder, making a crisp metallic clanging sound on his body.

Long Aotian lost Huo Zhanji's location again, which was extremely fatal because his vision and mental power were completely ineffective. He was like a blind man holding a sharp knife, while his opponent was a sniper hiding in the shadows.

He could only continuously activate his fourth soul skill, using the wide-range soul skill to tear apart the tornado while preventing himself from being ambushed.

The tornado finally succumbed to the dark golden blade, and countless metal fragments fell as they lost their centripetal force.

Unseen by him, a piece of metal shard heading straight for his shoulder was silently shielded by his mental power and suddenly accelerated by an invisible force.

The gravel pierced three fingers above his left shoulder, and blood spurted out, staining his neck red. It was a minor injury, but there was a meridian nearby that was responsible for regulating soul power, so theoretically it was safe under the protection of layers of muscle.

Unfortunately, the pebble not only aggravated the hidden injury in his left arm, but also allowed the force of the injury to penetrate the muscle layer and be precisely channeled into the meridians along the tip of the pebble.

His aura suddenly dissipated, and the state of perfect harmony between man and nature, which emphasizes physical coordination, was directly shattered. His soul power flow suddenly stagnated, and even the silver phantom was almost squeezed out of his body.

A ghostly, yellowish-purple figure silently appeared before him, its fists clenched, its legs driven into the ground like iron nails, a terrifying power gathering within them.

"Whale-Slaying Overlord Fist!!!"