Seeing the two Husks split up and rush towards him from two directions, Skaar didn't panic. A smile touched the corner of his mouth, and with a wave of his arm, golden light flashed before him, and the remains of five bees appeared in front of him.

  "Spirit Binding Arts?" Fly narrowed his eyes, a frown forming on his brow.

  He had read about this kind of witchcraft in books. Legend had it that Beast Warriors who practiced this art would kill other living creatures, seize their Soul Essence, and after forty-nine days of confinement, thoroughly refine it. After injecting a wisp of their own spiritual power, this Soul Essence would transform into a Spirit Construct exclusive to that warrior, obeying their commands and fighting for them.

  Depending on the Beast Totem possessed by the Beast Warrior, the type of Spirit Construct driven by this Spirit Binding Arts would also differ.

  For instance, if a Beast Warrior cultivating Spirit Binding Arts had a Wolf King totem, they would hunt a large number of wolves to seize their Soul Essence to refine Spirit Constructs; if the Beast Totem was a lion, they would hunt lions.

  But what if the Beast Totem of a Beast Warrior cultivating Spirit Binding Arts was related to humans? Like Gareth's Doppelg?nger before?

  One could imagine that this Beast Warrior would kill a large number of people to refine Spirit Constructs for their own use.

  Therefore, Spirit Binding Arts was regarded by many as a Forbidden Art, or at the very least, a technique that walked the gray line.

  In the eyes of many, even if a Beast Warrior cultivating Spirit Binding Arts didn't kill people but only hunted animals, it was still highly unethical.

  In today's world where environmental protection was increasingly advocated, hunting animals in large numbers for personal cultivation was, in the eyes of many, no different from a crime.

  But Skaar in front of him was using bees to cultivate Spirit Binding Arts. Although bees were also animals, they were just insects after all. The public's desire to protect them wasn't that strong, so it was somewhat passable.

  As Skaar's fingers gently swiped across the air, the remains of two bees instantly shattered, the residue drifting gently in the air with the breeze.

  At the same time, Skaar's other hand pointed at one of the Husks.

  "Spirit Shackle."

  A chanting of obscure spells suddenly sounded, and an orange energy flew out from Skaar's finger, turning into a rope of light that wound towards the rushing Husk.

  With a crisp sound, the light rope wrapped directly around the Husk, binding its hands and feet simultaneously. The Husk instantly lost its balance and planted face-first onto the stage floor.

  The other Husk was unaffected. Activating the Skill Steelbone Blades, it sped towards Skaar.

  However, the residue of the crushed bee remains didn't fall completely to the ground. Gusts of gloomy wind rolled up, and countless fine fragments spinning in the air like river sand transformed into a Spectral Wasp.

  "Spectral Hiveguard!" Skaar shouted in a deep voice.

  The appearance of this Spectral Wasp was similar to that of a common hornet, but its size was much larger. Its body was about sixty centimeters long, and the poison stinger at the end of its abdomen bobbed up and down, looking extremely dangerous.

  Moreover, this poison stinger didn't look physical, but rather like a type of spirit body.

  One.

  Two.

  Three!

  ...

  The Spectral Wasp kept repeating the action of puffing its abdomen, shooting poisonous stingers one after another towards the Husk.

  But the Husk showed no intention of slowing down. Ducking its body, several poison stingers grazed past it. It truly looked like it was weaving through a storm of petals without a single one clinging to its body.

  Seeing this scene, a trace of surprise flashed across Skaar's eyes, but it was quickly covered by the coldness in his gaze. "Heh heh, so what if you dodged a few stingers? Can you dodge this next move?"

  In the next instant, the Husk flashed in front of the Spectral Wasp. The black sickle flickered faintly, and the afterimages of the blade edge formed a ball of light, enveloping the Spectral Wasp within it.

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  In a split second, the Spectral Wasp was dismembered. Emerald green blood flew everywhere. From a distance, it looked like a blood mist formed after an explosion.

  Fly couldn't help but let out a cold sneer. "So-called 'Phantom' is nothing special."

  But in the next instant, the green blood spurting from the Spectral Wasp splashed onto the Husk.

  "Ahhhhh!"

  The Husk burst out with a shrill scream. It kicked off hard with its feet, retreating violently backwards.

  Only then did Fly discover that his Husk had been burned with hole after hole by the green blood.

  The Husk had no flesh or bones to begin with, just a thin layer of human skin puppet. Looking at it now, it was like a piece of paper poked with countless large holes by a pencil, very tattered.

  Not only that, even the stage floor tiles touched by this green blood melted away at a speed visible to the naked eye.

  "This blood... it's corrosive!" Looking at the scene before him, Fly's face was solemn.

  "Hahahaha, Fly, you finally realized it." Skaar appreciated Fly's shocked expression and slowly explained, "My Spectral Wasp not only possesses poison stingers that seal the throat upon seeing blood, but its blood also carries a strong acid corrosion effect."

  "Let alone this thin layer of human skin, even a steel plate tens of centimeters thick would be dissolved by it layer by layer."

  "So..."

  "Be careful, Student Fly."

  Skaar reminded him with a smile.

  This was also the reason why he disdained to hide and dared to show his cards to Fly. My abilities are these. If you can counter them, then fine, I admit defeat wholeheartedly. Otherwise, sorry, I'm going to take the victory.

  This was also a major reason why Skaar appeared open and aboveboard from the beginning, drawing a clear line with Gareth. He had absolute confidence in his own abilities.

  "What a vicious ability..." Fly said through gritted teeth. While speaking, he couldn't help but take a few steps back, away from the green blood.

  "Haha, in that case, I'll be taking the victory." Skaar said somewhat smugly.

  He swiped his right hand lightly, and the remains of a few more bees appeared in front of him. Then, he tapped his finger lightly, and the bee remains shattered quickly just like before.

  Every time a Spectral Wasp was created, a bee had to be killed to refine it with its Soul Essence.

  This kind of evil witchcraft sometimes made Skaar feel helpless too.

  But there was no other way; this was the Beast Totem that Vice-Principal King had personally taught him.

  "Skaar, don't mind these things. If you want to climb to the peak, you have to endure what ordinary people cannot. Besides, it's just a few bees. I didn't ask you to kill people, what's the big deal?"

  Vice-Principal King's words were still ringing in his ears.

  The arrow was nocked; there was no turning back.

  With the sound of bees flapping their wings, the bee remains in front of him shattered one after another.

  In an instant, six Spectral Wasps formed a hexagram pattern, trapping Fly in the core.

  Poison stingers shot out explosively towards Fly like a violent storm.

  "Fly, accept your fate!"

  "You are indeed very powerful, but you still can't beat my The Hex-Hive Formation."

  "The positioning of this The Hex-Hive Formation can form an omnidirectional fire strike against the enemy without any blind spots. Moreover, if you get grazed even a little by this poison stinger, you will be deeply poisoned. Even the gods would be helpless to save you."

  "You... have no chance of winning!"

  "Surrender now, and perhaps you can avoid the pain."

  Skaar kept warning Fly, telling him to surrender quickly.

  In any case, he had no grudge against Fly.

  There was no need to ruin Fly's life for a Freshman Invitational.

  Moreover, the result of second place was also very good. Although the reward was much less than the first place, it was still considered very generous. There was no need to fight to the death for this.

  "It seems you know absolutely nothing about me." Fly dodged and weaved within the "firepower net" of the poison stingers, the corners of his mouth gradually rising.

  This The Hex-Hive Formation was indeed not bad.

  But...

  "Skill: Voltaic Gaol, Expand!"

  Only a BOOM—

  This was the Skill Voltaic Gaol that Dean Sterling used when he dueled with Fly. When the current was weak, it could paralyze the opponent, make the opponent stop moving, and achieve the effect of restricting the opponent's actions—hence the name "Gaol"; when the current was strong, it could scorch the opponent directly, killing with one hit. It could be said to be a unique move that could be used for both offense and defense.

  As the ace contestant of Star City High, Dean Sterling was also sparing no effort to nurture Fly.

  On one hand, Fly's talent was truly tempting, and Dean Sterling somewhat intended to treat Fly as a personal disciple; on the other hand, before the competition, Dean Sterling had also heard some rumors about Ironpeak Academy's moves. He understood that this Freshman Invitational would be extremely dangerous and they couldn't afford to lose.

  Dean Sterling watched Fly's performance on the broadcast screen in the contestant rest area, and a smile couldn't help but appear on his face.

  Fly clenched his right hand into a fist. "Break!"

  BOOM!

  Powerful electric currents struck directly onto the six Spectral Wasps. In an instant, the crystal-clear shining bodies of the Spectral Wasps turned charred black, falling to the ground and moving no more.

  Seeing this scene from a distance, Skaar's face turned dark.

  Skaar raised his head and shouted loudly to Fly, "Fly, you are indeed very powerful. However, can you take this move of mine?"

  As he spoke, a giant honeycomb hovered in front of Skaar. Skaar took a step forward, tapped his finger lightly, and the honeycomb shattered instantly.

  In an instant, thousands of Spectral Wasps flew out from the shattered honeycomb. For a moment, the swarm of bees blotted out the sun. Above, the blue sky could not be seen; below, they occupied nearly half of the stage.

  Every Spectral Wasp raised its abdomen, its poison stinger majestic and ready to strike.

  "This time, let's see how you dodge." Skaar said proudly.

  Fly's pupils shrank suddenly. "Hell!"