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The light disappeared, leaving a faint ripple on the soul guide light curtain.
Huo Yuhao still stood there, looking as if nothing had happened and staying out of the matter.
"impossible."
The young man from Chongtianmen was too far away and did not see clearly the light being discounted, so he thought he had not aimed well enough.
But when shooting at a fixed target, how could I not hit it?
He aimed again and prepared for a second attack, but he was unaware that he had been hit.
Boom, boom, boom——
Several shots were fired in succession, but none of them hit the motionless Huo Yuhao.
The young man from Chongtian Gate panted and took off the gun carriage on his shoulder. His soul power was not strong, and the continuous high-power bombardment made him a little weak.
Suddenly, the young man from Chongtianmen was stunned. He was only distracted for a moment, and Huo Yuhao's figure had disappeared from his sight.
He instantly became alert and quickly turned his head to look around to catch Huo Yuhao's movements.
As a soul engineer, it is a taboo to be approached by a soul master.
But in the next second, he froze in an instant. A terrifying pressure appeared behind him without any warning.
The icy chill penetrated through the back, seeped into the skin, and invaded the bone marrow. I broke out in a cold sweat on my back unconsciously, but before the sweat came out, all the water had frozen in the sweat glands.
The young man from Chongtianmen felt his mind go blank.
He felt like his body was completely frozen, and the only organs that could move were his two eyeballs.
He couldn't turn his head, so he could only roll his eyeballs hard and look at the ground tremblingly.
The silvery-white metal floor of the competition stage was shiny and reflected the light coming from behind.
He clearly saw that the light reflected from the ground was as red as blood.
The disciple of Chongtian Sect felt that his frozen body no longer belonged to him. His knees went weak and he fell forward to the ground.
He had already consumed a lot of his soul power, and now he was frightened again, he fainted.
A hundred meters away from him, Huo Yuhao, who was still standing still, muttered, "Why are you so mentally fragile..."
Yes, from the perspective of outsiders, Huo Yuhao has not moved his feet since he came on stage, and he has not even released his spirit ring.
He simulated and distorted the surrounding light, making it impossible for the Chongtianmen disciples to hit him, and then thought of making the opponent surrender voluntarily through mental suggestion and mental illusion.
If there was no soul guide light curtain, he would have wanted the opponent to jump off the stage and leave. Unfortunately, now there was a soul guide light curtain surrounding him, so he had no choice but to intimidate him.
Unexpectedly, the disciple from Chongtian Sect was so fragile that he fainted without being able to bear the slightest bit of fear.
But the audience outside the competition arena did not know what happened, and only Huo Yuhao and the other party knew the specific content of the mental illusion.
The listless Ice Queen's eyes suddenly lit up in the battle zone, and then she calmed down. After leaving the Sea of Spirit, she did not immediately notice Huo Yuhao's use of spiritual skills.
The old referee was stunned. Having presided over so many games, this was the first time he had seen such a situation.
He flew to the fallen body of the Chongtian Sect disciple and checked on him, then announced: "The Chongtian Sect contestant fainted due to overdrawn soul power and lost his ability to fight. In the first match of the individual elimination tournament, the Dragon Tiger Sect wins."
After a brief silence, the audience suddenly broke out into thunderous laughter.
"Hahaha, look at that guy from Chongtianmen. He couldn't hit the opponent even when he was standing there."
"Yeah, even after using up all my soul power, I still haven't hit the target once."
In the battle zone, all the disciples of Chongtian Sect looked unhappy, especially the fat young man.
"Waste! Waste!"
He had already stood up, cursing loudly in anger.
The fat man's name was Feng Ling, and he was the young master of Chongtian Sect. At this moment, he did not hide his anger at all and cursed the young man from Chongtian Sect.
He knew that after this battle, Chongtianmen had become the laughing stock of the competition.
In the previous knockout matches, there has never been such a ridiculous situation.
One of the main purposes of a sect participating in the Youth Spirit Master Competition is to build a reputation in the competition, which will help attract disciples. However, if there is any scandal, it may become a laughing stock.
Good things don't go out, bad things pass thousands of miles.
If the young people on the street knew that the disciples trained by Chongtianmen were of such a level, and that as soul guides they couldn't even hit fixed targets, how would they recruit people in the future?
The audience's sneering sounds seemed to reach the players' rest area from outside the stadium. Although Feng Ling couldn't hear the content clearly, he only felt that his whole body was burning, and the fat on his body was shaking violently due to anger.
As the young sect leader, he was eager to regain face for Chongtian Sect.
The tall and thin disciple was quickly taken back to the waiting area by the referee. He was still unconscious and his face was pale.
"For the second round of the individual elimination tournament, please ask Chongtianmen to send out the second player."
Feng Ling cursed viciously: "I'll deal with you when I come back."
After saying that, he moved his fat body and jumped onto the stage.
"The game begins." After both sides stood still, the referee gave the order.
Feng Ling's soul power was fluctuating, and four soul rings were flashing behind him. His fat body was wrapped in a thick soul guide armor, and there was also a soul guide heavy shield on his right arm.
He did not attack, but gritted his teeth and growled, "You're done!"
Huo Yuhao frowned and replied, "Who are you?"
Feng Ling's face was grim: "I am the young master of Chongtian Sect."
"You caused my Chongtian Sect to make such a fool of itself in front of all the sects on the continent during the competition. I will never let you go for such a great shame and humiliation."
He was wrapped in armor, with only his fat face exposed.
Huo Yuhao snorted disdainfully: "Young Sect Master, huh? Then I'll increase the dosage for you."
"Don't say Brother Hao bullied you. Brother Hao won't beat you or kill you."
"I'll exile you for half an hour to cheer you up."
A terrifying yet imperceptible mental fluctuation flashed by.
Feng Ling roared, raised his shield, and rushed towards Huo Yuhao like a hippopotamus.
And the moment he closed his eyes, the whole world suddenly became silent.
Feng Ling was horrified to find that he could no longer open his eyelids.
Chapter 325 Mental Illusion
Time stopped at this moment, and everything in front of me fell into darkness.
The consciousness of Feng Ling, the young master of Chongtian Sect, seemed to be isolated from reality.
Vision, hearing, touch...all senses have lost their original functions.
There was dead silence, or to be precise, it couldn't be called silence, because tinnitus-like sound waves were constantly transmitted all around at a terrifyingly uniform frequency.
The light from the outside world passes through the eyelids, making the darkness perceived by vision not so deep.
"what happened?"
A sense of silent panic instantly arose in Feng Ling's heart.
He tried to force his eyelids open a little, squeeze out a crack, and use his soybean-sized eyes to check the surrounding situation, but it was all in vain.
His body was now unable to even perform the small action of opening his eyes.
"What exactly is going on!"
The angry Feng Ling's first reaction was to curse loudly, but all the curses were terminated prematurely as his vocal cords could not vibrate.
The exquisite and sturdy soul guide armor and shield were still intact, but they could not stop the spiritual attack at all.
All his negative emotions, fear, and anger were trapped in his body and abandoned by the world along with the almost solidified 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 already limited composure completely collapsed.
five minutes.
ten minutes.
twenty minutes.
At first Feng Ling still had the energy to curse, but soon, the cursing turned into trembling and pleading from the depths of his soul.
"Please, no matter who you are, please let me out."
"My father is the leader of Chongtian Sect. I can give you a lot of gold soul coins."
"Let me out now—"
Gradually, he no longer had the strength to beg. Being exiled in darkness made him lose his sense of time.
Feng Ling wanted to deceive himself that all this was just a dream. Or maybe this was reality and he could escape it by sleeping.
But his consciousness was extremely clear, and he was forced to silently endure loneliness in the darkness.
Finally, thirty minutes passed.
Feng Ling's eyes suddenly opened, and the light once again shone into his unfocused eyes.
He did not show any joy at having his five senses restored. Due to the huge mental inertia, he still showed an expression of dementia and numbness.
There was a dull thud, and the soul guide armor wrapped around Feng Ling's fat body slammed heavily onto the competition stage.
Feng Ling sat on the ground with his legs apart in an ungraceful manner, using his shield to support himself against the ground and barely preventing himself from falling.
He appeared to be unharmed, but his emotional world had just gone through a storm.
After regaining control of his body, Feng Ling was unable to react for a moment and didn't even notice the saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth.
Huo Yuhao held the soul guide cigarette in his right hand and carefully observed Feng Ling's reaction from a distance.
Feng Ling's cultivation was not high, only in the middle stage of the fourth ring, so using mental exile on him did not consume too much soul power and mental energy.
After a thirty-minute mental exile, Feng Ling's reaction was in line with Huo Yuhao's expectations.
There was no change in his soul power fluctuations or physical condition, but his emotional fluctuations were extremely violent, which made Huo Yuhao very satisfied.