Chapter 9 Crushing Wang Dong, Battlefield
After saying goodbye to Bei Bei and Tang Ya, Huo Yuhao followed the directions to the freshman dormitory building.
Huo Yuhao stood in the hallway, his brows slightly furrowed.
He glanced briefly at the floor layout, and his face immediately darkened.
Huh? What's going on?
There are hundreds of rooms on one floor, but only two public toilets at the very end?
Huo Yuhao quickly made a mental estimate.
Over four hundred people, one toilet? This is the number one academy on the mainland?
It's utterly ridiculous.
Suppressing his displeasure, he found his own dormitory room—number 108.
Pushing open the door, a cloud of dust rushed out. Clearly, no one had lived here for a long time.
Huo Yuhao did not go looking for a broom like ordinary students would.
He walked to the window and pushed it open.
Quickly form a mudra with your hands in front of your chest.
It's a good time to try out the Wind Release technique I just awakened.
"Wind Release: Raging Sky Palm!"
Huo Yuhao thrust out with both palms, and a powerful yet controlled stream of air instantly erupted in the small room.
call--!
The gale, like an invisible hand, precisely swept up all the dust in the room and sent it all out of the window.
In the blink of an eye, the room was completely transformed.
Huo Yuhao glanced around; there were two simple wooden beds, but no private bathroom.
Although it was simple, it was at least a hundred times better than the woodshed in the Duke's mansion.
He nodded and prepared to make the bed.
Just then.
With a creak, the door was pushed open.
A figure walked in.
He was a boy of similar age, with unusual short pinkish-blue hair and an excessively handsome appearance.
Her skin was as white as jade, even more delicate than a girl's, and she had a pair of big, bright eyes with long, curled eyelashes.
Huo Yuhao glanced at him.
This appearance... is somewhat similar to those effeminate men I've seen in my past life.
It's somewhat similar to Haku from Naruto, but it's the opposite of Haku.
The "young man" was taken aback for a moment when he saw how tidy the room was. Then he walked up to Huo Yuhao, raised his chin slightly, and said in a matter-of-fact tone:
"You're in this dorm too, right? Since you've kept the dorm so clean, I'll allow you to stay with me for now."
"There are a few rules you need to remember."
He stretched out his long, slender fingers and began to list them one by one:
"First, you are not allowed to bring anyone back to the dormitory without permission; second, you are not allowed to be naked in the dormitory and annoy others; third, you are not allowed to snore at night; fourth, do not disturb me; fifth, you are responsible for cleaning the dormitory from now on, but do not touch my bed."
After saying that, he crossed his arms and looked at Huo Yuhao as if bestowing a handout:
Did you hear me clearly?
Huo Yuhao stopped making the bed.
That familiar, superior feeling instantly reminded him of the person in the Duke's mansion.
Dai Huabin...
The commanding tone of "I allow you" and "You must listen to me" is exactly the same.
Huo Yuhao suddenly turned around.
Those once calm eyes had now turned icy cold.
The left eye has one tomoe mark, and the right eye has three tomoe marks.
His Sharingan eyes, filled with a chilling killing intent like mountains of corpses and seas of blood, stared intently at Wang Dong.
"So noisy."
Huo Yuhao's voice was as deep and cold as a cold wind.
"Are you done talking?"
Wang Dong wanted to say a few more words, but when he met Huo Yuhao's eyes, he froze.
What kind of look was that?
In that instant, Wang Dong felt as if he were in a blood-red battlefield.
That kind of tangible killing intent was something that she, a pampered princess who had been spoiled since childhood and was cherished by the Haotian Sect, could never match.
She instinctively took a half step back, her face turning pale.
But soon, her pride as the "young master of Haotian Sect" made her feel ashamed and annoyed.
I was actually scared by an ordinary person?
Wang Dong took a deep breath and glared back defiantly:
"What...what do you want? If you're not satisfied, I'll beat you into submission with my fists!"
He looks like just an ordinary commoner. I am the young master of the Haotian Sect, a genius with twin martial souls. Why should I be afraid of him?
Huo Yuhao's lips curled into a disdainful sneer.
"cut."
He walked straight to the door, and as he passed Wang Dong, he coldly uttered three words:
"Then let's go."
...
The open space in front of the dormitory building.
Wang Dong stood in the center of the arena, took a deep breath, and instantly released his martial spirit.
A dazzling blue-gold light exploded behind him, and a pair of exquisitely beautiful wings of the Goddess of Light butterflies unfurled.
Two spirit rings, one yellow and one purple, slowly rose beneath his feet.
In contrast, Huo Yuhao...
He simply stood there quietly, a yellow, century-old soul ring rising beneath his feet.
"The first ring road?"
When Wang Dong saw the yellow spirit ring, his contempt deepened, and his previous fear vanished completely.
"You're deliberately challenging me; you're here to die!"
"First Soul Skill: Winged Guillotine!"
Wang Dongjiao shouted and leaped into the air.
The edges of those beautiful butterfly wings became as sharp as knives, and accompanied by golden light, countless energy slashes poured down on Huo Yuhao like a torrential rain.
Faced with this overwhelming attack, Huo Yuhao didn't even use ninjutsu to defend himself.
He simply activated his Sharingan.
The world seemed to slow down in his eyes.
The trajectories of those lightning-fast energy strikes became clearly visible under his dynamic vision.
Too slow.
The movement was too big.
Huo Yuhao's feet moved in a zigzag pattern as he dodged with extreme aggression.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Golden slashes grazed his clothes and hair, but none of them actually touched his body.
He strolled leisurely amidst the dazzling array of light blades, as if taking a walk in his own backyard.
"Curse yourself for not having the Sharingan!"
Huo Yuhao snorted coldly and suddenly exerted force with his feet.
Uchiha Fluid Technique.
His figure instantly transformed into a blur, passing through the slashing net and appearing below Wang Dong in a flash.
"What?!"
Wang Dong was horrified. She tried to create some distance, but it was too late.
Although she is a second-ring Soul Master, and although she grew up eating whale glue, her physical abilities far exceed those of ordinary people.
However, compared to Huo Yuhao, who had fused with Hashirama's cells and gained combat experience from Madara Uchiha, her close combat skills were like child's play.
Bang!
The two clashed in mid-air.
Huo Yuhao's movements were expansive and powerful, each punch and kick carrying a kind of aesthetic beauty full of strength.
That's Uchiha Fluid Technique.
Like a rose blooming on a battlefield, beautiful yet deadly.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Huo Yuhao's elbow precisely blocked Wang Dong's fist, and his knee followed up by striking her abdomen.
Wang Dong could only defend passively. She was horrified to discover that she was completely suppressed by this one-ring Soul Master in terms of strength and speed!
How is this possible?! I am from the Haotian Sect...
Is this your pride?
Huo Yuhao's cold voice rang in her ear.
He had already landed.
Seeing Wang Dong looking flustered in mid-air, Huo Yuhao braced himself with his hands on the ground and spun his legs around.
It's like the Thomas Flair in street dance, or the scythe that reaps lives on the battlefield.
A fierce sweeping leg kick stirred up airflow and directly blocked Wang Dong's landing point.
Snap!
Wang Dong had no way to avoid it and was hit hard on the ankle by the kick. He lost his balance and fell to the ground in a sorry state.
Covered in dust and dirt.
The young master of the dignified Haotian Sect was actually beaten so badly by a "commoner".
Shame, anger, and resentment instantly overwhelmed Wang Dong.
"asshole!!"
She suddenly raised her head, a glint of madness flashing in her eyes.
The purple millennium soul ring beneath his feet shone brightly.
"Second Soul Skill: Butterfly God's Light!"
She unleashed her strongest millennium-old soul technique without regard for anything else.
A huge golden sphere of light condensed in front of her, containing enough power of light to severely injure a three-ring Soul Master!
The distance is too close.
Huo Yuhao had no room to dodge.
But he didn't intend to dodge.
"snort."
Huo Yuhao flipped his wrist, and a short blade appeared in his hand.
That was a keepsake left to him by his mother—the White Tiger Dagger.
Mom, just you wait and see.
Let me carry on your will!
Huo Yuhao did not retreat, but instead charged forward into the blinding golden light.
"suck!"
The White Tiger Dagger skill is activated.
The level-five soul tool dagger began to devour the soul power within the Butterfly God's Light the moment it touched it.
Wang Dong stared wide-eyed as his prized thousand-year-old soul skill vanished like a bubble.
"What?! My Butterfly Goddess Light has been absorbed?!"
The next second.
A cold light tore through the remaining mist.
Huo Yuhao's figure broke through the golden light and appeared in front of Wang Dong.
At this moment, the White Tiger Dagger was wreathed in a dazzling yellow light, which was the energy fed back after absorbing the light of the Butterfly God.
Huo Yuhao showed no mercy or pity towards the woman.
His eyes were as cold as ice as he thrust the dagger heavily toward Wang Dong's head!
That was the real killing move.
That was the killing intent that had been forged after experiencing the annihilation of a family and countless life-or-death battles.
"This...how is this possible?!"
Wang Dong stared at the ever-expanding cold light, his pupils contracting violently.
In that instant, she truly felt death approaching.
His body trembled violently with fear, and he couldn't even muster the thought of resistance.
Am I going to die?
Am I going to die here?
puff!
A muffled thud.
Dirt splashed everywhere.
Wang Dong closed his eyes tightly, waiting for the excruciating pain to begin.
However, the expected death did not occur.
Only a few strands of cut hair drifted slowly down onto her cheeks.
The gleaming white tiger dagger was deeply embedded in the soil near her ear, less than a centimeter away from her carotid artery.
The sharp force stung her skin.
Wang Dong opened his eyes, trembling.
What came into view was Huo Yuhao's condescending face, filled with indifference and disdain.
He slowly pulled out the dagger, casually flicked off the dirt, didn't even glance at Wang Dong, and turned to walk towards the dormitory building.
Only his sarcastic words remained in the air:
"Can't you even dance anymore?"
"Fighting with you is just child's play."
"It's really an eyesore."
End of this chapter...