Chapter 32 Playing Genjutsu in Front of the Sharingan?
"How dare you insult the martial spirit of my White Tiger Duke lineage!"
Dai Huabin's face was contorted with rage, and his heterochromatic pupils seemed to be spitting fire.
"I'll make you regret ever being born!"
As soon as the referee announced the start of the battle, the momentum of both sides exploded instantly.
boom!
Soul power surged, and both sides' martial souls simultaneously possessed them.
The most eye-catching figures were undoubtedly Huo Yuhao and Dai Huabin, who stood at the very front.
Dai Huabin's muscles bulged all over his body, his white hair covered his entire body, and the "king" character on his forehead exuded an aura of dominance.
Two yellow and one purple soul rings, three perfectly matched soul rings, pulsed beneath his feet.
On the other hand, Huo Yuhao's style seemed out of place.
A lone, century-old yellow soul ring rose beneath his feet.
The third ring road corresponds to the first ring road.
No matter how you look at it, this is a one-sided massacre.
Just then, the pink-haired girl standing behind Dai Huabin moved.
Cui Yajie, Martial Soul: Nine-Tailed Fox.
She didn't rush to attack, but instead looked at Huo Yuhao, and two pink lights suddenly lit up in her charming peach blossom eyes.
"The first soul skill: Charm!"
A confident smile played on her lips, her voice sweet and cloying:
"Huo Yuhao, don't underestimate me! No one can compare to my charm..."
However.
Before she could finish speaking, her voice abruptly stopped.
The world has changed.
The noisy arena disappeared, and Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu were also gone.
Cui Yajie was horrified to find herself in a quaint and eerie Japanese-style courtyard.
The night sky was cloudless, with only a huge and eerie scarlet full moon hanging high, exuding a suffocating aura of foreboding.
The surroundings were eerily silent, save for the mournful cries of unknown crows perched on withered branches.
"quack--"
"Where...where is this?"
Cui Yajie felt a chill run down her spine and asked nervously, "Wasn't I taking the freshman exam?"
Just then, two cold voices came from a room ahead.
"Itachi, I never thought you could even lay a hand on your own parents!"
"This is all... to test my capacity."
What a cold voice it was, as if in his eyes life was nothing more than weeds that could be harvested at any time.
Cui Yajie was terrified by the eerie environment and the murderous conversation.
She instinctively wanted to run away and took a step back.
Click.
In the deathly silent courtyard, the sound was like a thunderclap.
"Um?"
"Are there still some that slipped through the net?"
brush!
A flash of cold light pierced the night sky.
The bamboo sliding door in front of him was instantly shattered into pieces.
Before Cui Yajie could even see what was inside, a cold, black iron chain shot out like a venomous snake, instantly wrapping around her neck and limbs.
"ah!"
A tremendous pulling force came, and she was instantly dragged over like a rag doll, falling heavily at the person's feet.
This force was extremely powerful and strange. Cui Yajie tried desperately to mobilize the soul power in her body to resist, but found that her soul power seemed to be frozen and could not be used at all.
She raised her head, trembling.
What came into view was a man dressed in a black robe and wearing a red mask.
He held a long sword that was still dripping blood in his hand; it belonged to Obito, the red-masked man from the night of the Uchiha massacre.
The single eye beneath the mask was coldly looking down at her.
"No...no...don't kill me!"
Cui Yajie burst into tears, her mental defenses completely collapsing.
The masked man slowly raised his long sword, his crimson Sharingan curving into a cruel arc:
"Oh? These eyes... although they're not Sharingan, they're not bad either."
"I'll accept it!"
Pfft!
The long sword fell, plunging the world into darkness.
...
"ah--!!!"
In the real world, on the Soul Fighting Stage.
The very next second after Cui Yajie activated her charm, she suddenly let out an extremely shrill scream.
Immediately afterwards, her eyes rolled back, she foamed at the mouth, and she suddenly knelt down on the ground, her whole body soaked in cold sweat, as if she had just been pulled out of the water.
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! You can have my eyes! You can have everything!"
She clutched her head, rolling frantically on the ground begging for mercy, clearly having fallen into a state of mental derangement.
This is illusion rebound.
Huo Yuhao did not use any profound pupil techniques; he merely reflected the mental energy exerted by the other party.
It also thoughtfully included a scene from the night of the massacre.
"Ya Jie?!"
Zhu Lu, who was standing nearby, was shocked and tried to help her up, but Cui Yajie pushed her away frantically.
"This is... a backlash of mental energy?"
Zhu Lu looked at Huo Yuhao, who didn't even blink, and felt a chill run down her spine.
She quickly turned to remind Dai Huabin:
"Hua Bin! Be careful! Huo Yuhao's mental strength is terrifying! Never look into his eyes!"
Huo Yuhao stood with his hands in his pockets, watching this scene with a heart full of mockery.
Nine-Tailed Fox Martial Soul? Enchantment?
How dare they play illusions in front of the Sharingan?
That's like showing off your skills before an expert.
The gap between your and my mental strength and genjutsu skills is a hundred times greater than that between Itachi Uchiha and Kurenai Yuhi!
However, the contempt in Dai Huabin's eyes was even greater.
"cut."
"A trivial skill."
Dai Huabin snorted coldly, "In the face of absolute power, these mental tricks are nothing!"
boom!
Dai Huabin roared to the sky.
His third spirit ring suddenly lit up, radiating a brilliant purple light.
"Third Soul Skill: White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"
His body swelled up again, his muscles bulged like granite, and his skin shone with a golden luster.
Attack, defense, strength – all attributes instantly surge!
Immediately afterwards, he opened his blood-red maw and aimed it at Huo Yuhao.
The second spirit ring flickered.
"Second Soul Skill: White Tiger Blazing Light Wave!"
roar!
A milky-white sphere of light, the size of a basketball, carrying destructive soul power fluctuations, hurtled towards Huo Yuhao like a cannonball.
The intense light wave, amplified by the White Tiger Vajra Transformation, is powerful enough to severely injure a Soul Venerable of the same level!
"Huo Yuhao! Watch out!"
Wang Dong's expression changed behind him, and he was about to defend himself.
"Don't move."
Huo Yuhao maintained his indifferent expression.
Instead of retreating, he advanced when faced with the whistling ball of light.
His hands instantly became afterimages.
巳－未－申－亥－午－寅.
The fire-attribute chakra within his body was compressed wildly and gathered at his throat.
"Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique!"
Huo Yuhao took a deep breath and then exhaled forcefully.
Whoosh—!!!
A massive, orange-red fireball, over three meters in diameter, carrying a wave of intense heat, met the White Tiger's blazing light head-on.
Boom!
The two energies collided violently in mid-air.
The white light waves and the red flames devoured and squeezed each other, eventually triggering a violent explosion.
Smoke and dust billowed up, and a heat wave swept across the entire arena.
Dai Huabin stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief.
"What?!"
"The intense light wave superimposed with the White Tiger Vajra Transformation... was it blocked so easily?!"
That's one of his powerful long-range attack methods!
It was actually neutralized by that seemingly ordinary fireball?
Amidst the smoke and dust.
Huo Yuhao's figure appeared and disappeared intermittently.
He stood there unharmed, not even the hem of his clothes was scorched.
Is this all you've got?
Huo Yuhao's voice cut through the smoke and dust, carrying a deep disdain:
"Your tricks are nothing more than stirring up dust."
"This game of house is over."
After speaking, Huo Yuhao formed hand seals again.
The water-attribute chakra within his body transformed into dense water vapor.
"Ninja Art: Hidden Mist Technique!"
call--
Huo Yuhao opened his mouth and spat it out.
Before the smoke and dust from the explosion had even dissipated, an even thicker, more humid white mist instantly spread out.
In just a few seconds.
The entire Soul Arena was completely shrouded in this thick layer of white mist.
Visibility dropped to less than half a meter in an instant!
Dai Huabin felt a white blur before his eyes; he couldn't see Huo Yuhao, or even Zhu Lu beside him.
"What?! What kind of move is that?!"
Dai Huabin panicked and instinctively adopted a defensive stance.
"Playing tricks! Show yourself if you dare!"
However, he was met only with deathly silence.
And, a murderous aura that was faintly visible in the fog.
End of this chapter...