Huo Yuhao from The Peerless Tang Sect is incredibly talented.

Below the stage, Du Busi had already approached Mu En and said, "Old Mu, your generation of students is no good. Look at how badly your disciples have been beaten by my disciples."

Moon remained silent for a few moments, listening to the dull thuds of fists striking flesh coming from the ring.

He spoke: "I estimate that many of you in this generation will become gods, just like ten thousand years ago, when seven gods descended upon the world."

Poison Undying curled his lip, completely unconcerned. "Becoming a god? You've underestimated Huo Yuhao's ambition."

"Poison Undying, you've passed the Divine Trial, haven't you?" Mu En said again. "My cultivation has reached the Limit Douluo level. Apart from becoming a god and passing the Divine Trial, I can't think of any other way for your strength to easily suppress me in just a few decades."

Poison Undying sneered: "Mu En, you are too ignorant and your level is too low. You cannot understand the state and ideals of the upper cultivation, and you can't even imagine that there are other paths to godhood in this world besides cultivating martial spirits and the path to godhood at level 100."

"Moun, don't worry, that Dai family brat won't die."

Mu En pressed further, "Are there other paths to godhood in this world? Am I too low-level? I'm a Limit Douluo, I can't be killed by poison! Explain yourself clearly!"

"If the poison doesn't kill you, tell me!"

No matter how much Mu En pressed him for answers, Du Busi remained silent, simply watching Huo Yuhao unilaterally beat Dai Yueheng on the arena.

On the arena.

After being hammered by Huo Yuhao, Dai Yueheng finally landed on the ground. Huo Yuhao stopped, looking at Dai Yueheng on the ground, powerless to resist and only able to make hoarse sounds.

He bears a striking resemblance to someone who suffered humiliation in his youth!

Dai Yueheng's body had completely lost the ability to resist. He lay face down on the ground, his arms hanging unconsciously at his sides, his fingertips twitching occasionally.

He collapsed to the ground like a rag doll.

His White Tiger Martial Soul had already completely shrunk back into his body, and not even a trace of silvery-white luster could be seen through it.

Consciousness remains, but it is trapped in a body that has been repeatedly broken and healed. With each breath, one can feel the subtle sensation of broken ribs rubbing against each other.

The healing technique can heal bones, but it cannot heal the neural memory caused by repeated fractures in the same spot. His body remembers the location of every punch and is desperately protesting to his brain with spasms and tremors.

At this moment, Huo Yuhao had already used mental interference to shut down the projection of the arena above Shrek Academy, because the scene was too inappropriate for children.

Protecting children's healthy development is everyone's responsibility.

Huo Yuhao stood in front of him, looking down at him. Then he stretched out a hand, fingers spread, and clasped it around Dai Yueheng's head.

Huo Yuhao lifted Dai Yueheng off the ground and pulled his face towards him.

Huo Yuhao's five fingers began to tighten, and a very faint sound came from the point where his finger bones touched his skull—the sound of bones cracking.

Huo Yuhao started to laugh, his lips twitching upwards to reveal a row of neat teeth, but his eyes held no smile, only hatred, which sent chills down one's spine.

It was wonderful to hear the sound of my enemy's skull and face creaking under my hands!

The next moment, green light appeared in his hand, and he began to heal Dai Yueheng's skull and eyes, which he had damaged.

Under such excruciating pain, Dai Yueheng should have fainted long ago, but unfortunately, Huo Yuhao gave him a mental instruction, allowing him to only feel the pain.

Furthermore, at the very beginning of the battle, Huo Yuhao blinded Dai Yueheng, thus eliminating his sight. With one of his five senses lost, his other perceptions were enhanced.

The chaotic world began to clear again, and Dai Yueheng opened her eyes, wanting to say something.

Unfortunately, his vocal organs were destroyed by Huo Yuhao at the beginning of the game to prevent Dai Yueheng from surrendering and begging for mercy prematurely.

It can only make "ho! ho! ho!" sounds.

Huo Yuhao's double pupils stared directly into Dai Yueheng's eyes, and the illusion was activated.

The moment their eyes met, Dai Yueheng felt as if everything before him vanished—the arena, the audience, the projected soul tool above his head. Then he found himself standing in a pristine white room.

Inside the space, Dai Yueheng moved his hands and feet and found that they were all intact. He tried to activate his martial soul, but he couldn't even feel a trace of soul power flowing through him.

Where am I? What is that guy trying to do?

Dai Yueheng was on high alert, but it was to no avail. The next moment, a cross rose from the ground behind Dai Yueheng, and Dai Yueheng felt an immense suction force that she could not resist, pulling her onto the cross.

With a click, Dai Yueheng's hands and feet were locked.

"This is an illusion space." Huo Yuhao's voice came from behind him. Dai Yueheng turned around sharply, and Huo Yuhao was standing three steps behind him.

"A mental world completely under my control. Here, time is in my hands. One second outside can be seventy-two hours here."

He paused, his excitement barely concealed. "Seventy-two hours—enough time to do a lot of things. Hehehe!"

Dai Yueheng's breathing quickened: "We have no grudge against each other, why are you treating me like this!"

Having endured so much suffering, Dai Yueheng now only wants to die quickly and understand why.

It hurts, it hurts too much.

"No grudges or enmities?" Huo Yuhao pondered these four words over and over. He laughed, a laugh that sent chills down one's spine.

Huo Yuhao pulled his hands out of his sleeves, and a knife appeared in his right hand; the blade was slender and the edge gleamed with a cold blue light. He took a step forward.

The blade sliced ​​across Dai Yueheng's face, leaving a bloody gash, when Huo Yuhao spoke.

"Heh, heh, heh, no enmity whatsoever, Dai Yueheng, it seems you truly don't understand! Fine, a servant like me holds absolutely no place in the eyes of a noble young master like you! But rest assured, you don't need to understand the grudge between us, just as you've never given a servant a second glance. In this memory, there is nothing but pain!"

"Hahaha!"

Dai Yueheng's voice was dry: "What are you talking about!" But Huo Yuhao ignored him and focused on his handiwork, which was a slow and agonizing process.

Huo Yuhao pressed the tip of the knife against Dai Yueheng's collarbone. At the point where the blade touched the skin, Dai Yueheng could feel an extremely cold chill seeping into the bone from the tip of the knife, which instilled fear in him.

Seventy-two hours, every minute, every second, one cut after another. The blade sliced ​​from the collarbone to the ankle, and then back from the ankle to the collarbone, each cut precisely avoiding all the fatal spots, yet traversing all the most painful areas.

Dai Yueheng screamed first, then started cursing. "Huo Yuhao! You have the guts to kill me! Kill me!! You fucking—ah!!!"

Finally, she began to beg for mercy, "Please—please stop—I can't take it anymore—I really can't take it anymore—what do you want—I'll give you anything you want—a fiefdom? A title? A soul bone? Just tell me—tell me and I'll get it all for you—what the Star Luo Empire owes you—what the Dai family owes you—I'll repay them for them—I'll take care of it myself—"

"Huo Yuhao—Young Master Huo—I beg you—please stop—I can't take it anymore—I really can't take it anymore!"

Huo Yuhao remained unmoved, silently carrying out the punishments, including slow slicing, nail peeling, and fingernail crushing.

"Don't worry, Dai Yueheng, besides you, your family members will also be tortured one by one." Huo Yuhao's tone was extremely cold.

In this space, he could not commit suicide, could not fall into a coma, and could not go insane. Huo Yuhao sealed off every possible escape route from the pain in his consciousness.

Outside, only a second passed before Huo Yuhao released his grip. He let Dai Yueheng's head hit the ground, then smiled and healed his injuries.

Feeling so relaxed and refreshed! Huo Yuhao's face was full of contentment.

After healing Dai Yueheng's injuries, Huo Yuhao stood up and said to Yan Shaozhe, "Senior, can you declare me the winner?"

Still conscious, Dai Yueheng, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, dared not move, fearing that Huo Yuhao would subject her to more torture.

Seeing this, Du Busi in the audience released his hold on Yan Shaozhe.

Seeing Dai Yueheng lying on the ground, hesitant to get up, Yan Shaozhe had no choice but to announce the victory of the Body Sect.

With 20% of the Martial Soul System's resources gone next year, Yan Shaozhe could only writhe in a frantic, impotent rage deep within his heart.