Yuhao vs. Ye Wuqing — The Perfect Mirror Debuts
Ideals are always full, but reality is often skinny.
When the first round of the team battle began, the Zhengtian Academy team led by Ye Wuqing finally experienced the same despair that the Dou Ling Team had felt earlier.
Under Huo Yuhao's Spiritual Detection Sharing, every movement on the battlefield was completely exposed. Within a diameter of hundreds of meters, fluctuations in soul power, muscle contractions, attack trajectories—even subtle breathing rhythms—were all transmitted to his teammates in real time.
It was as if every member of Noumenon Academy possessed a divine eye.
No matter what tactics Zhengtian attempted, they were predicted in advance and dismantled before they could take shape.
Moreover, the overall strength of Zhengtian Academy was inferior to Noumenon Academy to begin with. Zhenyue's explosive power, Long Aotian's terrifying body martial spirit, and Bai Ting's brutal close-combat suppression created overwhelming pressure.
Within barely a dozen exchanges, three members of Zhengtian Academy had already been eliminated.
Among them was Tang Xiaolei, a Five-Ring Soul King.
Aside from Ye Wuqing, the remaining three members on the field were all injured to varying degrees.
In contrast, although the seven members of Noumenon Academy had consumed some soul power, not a single one of them had suffered serious injury.
The gap in strength was painfully obvious.
Yuhao stood calmly at the rear and said lightly:
"Do you wish to continue?"
The outcome was already decided. No matter how unwilling Ye Wuqing was, he could not reverse the situation.
The wisest choice for Zhengtian Academy was to concede now and conserve strength for the individual battles the following day.
Of course, Ye Wuqing understood this.
But deep down, he also knew that in individual combat, their chances were no better.
After a brief hesitation, Ye Wuqing said:
"I concede. But I have one request. In tomorrow's individual battle, I hope you will be the first to appear."
Before Yuhao could answer, Zhenyue stepped forward coldly.
"Who do you think you are? What right do you have to command our Young Master?"
As he spoke, the aura of a Six-Ring Soul Emperor burst forth, and six spirit rings rose beneath his feet, instantly changing Ye Wuqing's expression.
But Yuhao raised his hand slightly.
"It's fine," he said calmly. "I will be the first to appear tomorrow."
Ye Wuqing was slightly startled, then nodded solemnly before raising his hand to signal surrender.
The team battle ended.
The next day, the individual elimination round between Noumenon Academy and Zhengtian Academy proceeded as scheduled.
As promised, Yuhao was the first to step onto the stage.
Opposite him stood Ye Wuqing.
"Huo Yuhao," Ye Wuqing said in a deep voice, "I have always wanted to fight you, but I never had the opportunity. Now that the chance has come, I hope you will use your full strength."
Yuhao's expression remained calm.
"That depends on whether you have the strength to make me."
He understood clearly that ever since he had defeated eight students of Zhengtian Academy in succession—back when he was only a two-ring Great Soul Master—the academy had developed an obsession with him.
Especially Ye Wuqing, who had been absent that day.
If they did not truly fight once, Ye Wuqing would never let go of that knot in his heart.
That was precisely why Yuhao had agreed yesterday.
"I won't disappoint you," Ye Wuqing murmured.
At the referee's signal, both released their martial spirits.
Ye Wuqing's martial spirit—Golden Leaf—appeared in his hand.
Five spirit rings rose beneath his feet in the optimal configuration: two yellow, two purple, one black.
As the number one genius of Zhengtian Academy, his talent was undeniable. If placed in Shrek Academy, he would absolutely rank among the elite.
In the next instant, Ye Wuqing moved first.
His third spirit ring lit up.
The long, narrow golden leaf in his hand shot forward. Mid-air, it split into two, then four, then eight—within a blink of an eye, dozens of razor-sharp golden leaves filled the air, each glinting with cold light.
Facing the overwhelming assault, Yuhao's eyes flashed with a purple-gold glow.
Soul Shock!
Spiritual power surged forth like lightning.
Although the golden leaves were fast, they could not surpass the speed of a mental attack.
Ye Wuqing felt as if thunder had exploded in his mind. Even though he had been mentally prepared, his body still stiffened for a brief moment.
"What terrifying spiritual power!"
Even so, as a Soul King, he forcibly endured the shock.
On the other side, Yuhao appeared momentarily surrounded by the storm of golden blades.
But both the audience and Ye Wuqing knew—such an attack would never defeat him.
Just as the golden leaves were about to strike—
Yuhao moved.
He shifted slightly, clenched his right fist, and an immense surge of qi and blood erupted. A gigantic dragon head formed around his fist.
Golden Dragon Fist!
A dragon's roar echoed across the arena.
Boom!
The explosive force of his bloodline burst outward, shattering the incoming golden leaves in mid-air.
"As expected," Ye Wuqing muttered, without surprise.
Another golden leaf appeared in his hand.
Whoosh!
His second spirit ring lit up.
The already terrifying speed of the golden leaf increased sharply.
Yet Yuhao did not even activate a spirit skill.
Relying purely on his body—tempered by the Ultimate Ice and the Golden Dragon bloodline—he blocked the attack.
Ye Wuqing continued attacking relentlessly, but Yuhao gradually lost interest in prolonging the exchange.
"Let me show you something."
His second and third spirit rings lit simultaneously.
A strange radiance flickered.
Then—
A figure appeared before him.
Not tall, yet sturdy.
When Ye Wuqing saw the figure's face, his pupils contracted violently.
Because that person—
Was himself.
"Hmph! Do you think a mere illusion can deceive me?"
Ye Wuqing snorted and directed his golden leaf toward Yuhao's true body.
But before it could strike—
Another identical golden leaf appeared and intercepted it perfectly.
Yuhao's calm voice echoed.
"I never said it was an illusion."
Ye Wuqing's expression changed drastically.
"That's impossible!"
Because the one who had just released the golden leaf—
Was the "copy" of himself.
The spectators erupted.
"Is that the Young Master's third spirit skill?"
"It copied Ye Wuqing's martial spirit!"
"If it can perfectly replicate both martial spirit and spirit skills, isn't that a divine technique?"
They were witnessing for the first time the fusion spirit skill formed by Yuhao's Spiritual Eye and Imitation ability—
Perfect Mirror.
Unlike a simple illusion, Perfect Mirror did not merely deceive the eyes.
It reproduced the opponent's martial spirit characteristics and spirit skill form through spiritual projection and simulation, achieving near-perfect combat replication.
In other words—
Ye Wuqing was now fighting himself.
And with Huo Yuhao standing behind that "mirror," controlling everything.
In that moment, the psychological pressure was far more devastating than any physical blow.
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