Chapter 31 The White Tiger Martial Soul: A born evil brat, I'll do it myself!
Nighttime, dormitory.
Huo Yuhao sat cross-legged on the bed, meditating.
"Hey, Huo Yuhao."
Wang Dong lay on the bed, resting his chin on his hands, looking at the cultivation fanatic opposite him. "Do you know our opponent in the finals?"
Huo Yuhao didn't open his eyes, and replied calmly:
"If nothing unexpected happens, it should be Dai Huabin."
"An opponent of that caliber is not worth being wary of."
Hey! Don't let your guard down!
Wang Dong sat up straight, his expression turning serious:
"He is a Soul Master level expert with the White Tiger Martial Soul, and he also has a Martial Soul Fusion Technique with that Zhu Lu!"
"That's the Netherworld White Tiger!"
"A legendary top-tier martial soul fusion skill that can challenge opponents of higher levels! Even ordinary Soul Master level experts cannot defeat it!"
Huo Yuhao frowned slightly and opened his eyes with some impatience:
What exactly are you trying to say?
"If there's nothing else, don't disturb my cultivation."
Seeing that Huo Yuhao was finally willing to talk to him, a hint of joy flashed in Wang Dong's eyes.
She took a deep breath, as if gathering her courage:
"Um... actually, after fighting you that day, I had a strange feeling."
"I feel... there seems to be some kind of resonance between our martial spirits."
"In other words... there is a high possibility that we also possess a Martial Soul Fusion Technique!"
Wang Dong became more and more excited as he spoke, his eyes sparkling:
"If we can master the Martial Soul Fusion Technique, we will definitely have a fighting chance even against the Netherworld White Tiger!"
After that day, a voice kept guiding me... that feeling couldn't be wrong!
Huo Yuhao looked at Wang Dong, who was full of anticipation, and a deep sense of disgust and mockery flashed in the depths of his eyes.
Martial Soul Fusion Technique?
In the original work, what about eyes and butterflies?
A scorpion and a hammer?
How could these completely unrelated martial spirits possibly produce a fusion skill?
It's probably that high and mighty Tang God King again, using his divine sense to forcibly arrange a marriage.
You want to tie me to your chariot this way?
dream.
"Not interested."
Huo Yuhao closed his eyes again, his voice as cold as ice:
"Soul Fusion Skill? I don't need that kind of childish thing that lets others decide the outcome."
"If you're not confident you can defeat that Netherworld White Tiger, then just step down and admit defeat."
"Stop making noise here, it's annoying."
"You!" Wang Dong was furious. "I did it to win! How can you not appreciate my good intentions?"
"go out."
Huo Yuhao exuded a cold aura that kept people at a distance.
Wang Dong bit her lip, her eyes reddening, and finally glared at him fiercely before slamming the door and leaving.
The room returned to silence.
Huo Yuhao slowly opened his eyes, his right Sharingan slightly rotating as he looked up at the sky.
Tang San...
Your methods are becoming increasingly disgusting.
Do you want me to be your son-in-law? Or your dog?
I'm not taking the bait.
Huo Yuhao touched his right eye, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
certainly.
When my eye power is strong enough, the day will come when I evolve the Rinnegan...
You could consider extracting that divine thought you left inside your daughter's body... and having some fun with it!
...
After several decisive and easy wins, Huo Yuhao advanced directly to the finals from his group.
The final round of the freshman assessment, the Battle Soul Zone.
The atmosphere was so heavy it seemed like it could drip water.
The stands were packed, and even the old master Xuanzi of the Sea God Pavilion was among them.
Everyone wanted to see just how far this strongest one-ring Soul Master could go.
One side of the ring.
Dai Huabin crossed his arms and stared intently at the indifferent-looking young man opposite him.
Is that him?
That so-called strongest link?
Dai Huabin's lips curled into a contemptuous smile.
Pshaw. It's just one link in the chain.
Before my White Tiger Martial Soul, they are nothing but ants.
But deep in his eyes burned a flame called ambition.
The Duke's mansion was destroyed, and his mother was brutally murdered...
Now, as long as I win the freshman championship and become famous, my father will definitely value me even more.
At that time, I will have the leverage to fight for that huge inheritance and right of succession from my elder brother Dai Yueheng!
Thinking of this, Dai Huabin looked at Huo Yuhao as if he were a stepping stone.
...
On Huo Yuhao's side.
Wang Dong looked at the aggressive trio opposite him—Dai Huabin, Zhu Lu, and Cui Yajie—and his expression became unusually serious.
She stepped forward, once again blocking Huo Yuhao's path, her tone a mixture of pleading and stubbornness:
"Huo Yuhao".
"Let's team up for this match."
"This time, the opponents are different from before! That Dai Huabin is a Soul Master, and there's also Zhu Lu... Once they unleash their Martial Soul Fusion Technique, the consequences will be unimaginable!"
Huo Yuhao, you idiot.
No matter how strong you are, you can't fight the Netherworld White Tiger alone.
One day, you'll be begging me to train the Martial Soul Fusion Technique together!
However.
Huo Yuhao merely glanced at her indifferently, his eyes revealing no tension but rather a hint of excitement.
That kind of excitement a hunter feels when his prey is finally caught.
"Join forces?"
Huo Yuhao's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.
"Faced with this rabble..."
"I am enough."
Whoosh—!
The entire audience erupted in uproar.
mob?
He actually called the eldest son of the White Tiger Duke's mansion, a powerful team with top-level martial soul fusion skills, a rabble.
Across from him, Dai Huabin's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
He was a spoiled brat who grew up surrounded by praise.
After the Duke's mansion was destroyed and his mother was brutally murdered, his personality became even more violent and sensitive.
What he can't stand the most is being looked down upon by others.
"Kid!"
Dai Huabin took a step forward, unleashing the aura of a Soul Master, and roared at Huo Yuhao:
"What do you mean?! Who are you insulting?!"
Huo Yuhao stopped and tilted his head, looking at the furious Dai Huabin.
He sneered, his tone dripping with sarcastic mockery:
"What's the meaning?"
"Didn't your parents tell you what 'a mob' means?"
"Oh, sorry, I forgot."
Huo Yuhao's gaze was as sharp as a knife, piercing Dai Huabin's sore spot:
"You're a fool."
boom!
These words were like a depth charge, instantly detonating all of Dai Huabin's rationality.
His mother's death was his greatest pain and his taboo.
Although the Duchess died tragically, he still had the White Tiger Duke Dai Hao backing him up. Who would dare to be so close to him and use their power so aggressively?
Who would dare joke about his deceased mother?
"You...are...asking for...death!!"
Dai Huabin's eyes instantly turned blood red, veins bulged on his forehead, and he let out a beast-like roar.
"How dare you talk about this in front of me..."
"You bastard! I'll make you wish you were dead! I'll crush your bones one by one!!"
Faced with this overwhelming killing intent.
Huo Yuhao showed no fear; instead, he laughed even more heartily.
That was the twisted pleasure of the Avengers.
"Wouldn't living be as bad as dying?"
Huo Yuhao slowly raised his head.
Buzz!
The air suddenly felt heavy.
His heterochromatic eyes changed instantly.
The Sharingan has fully evolved into a pair of three-tomoe Sharingan, now fully activated!
"You don't have that chance anymore."
"The White Tiger Martial Soul is a naturally evil little devil."
"I'll personally take you to see your real mother right now!"
End of this chapter..