Douluo: Peerless Blood Hunter Huo Yuhao

Dai Huabin's desire to survive was very strong. Even though he had been beaten to the point of being unable to find his way, he still used his first soul skill.

The white light spread out to form a shield, covering Dai Huabin's body lying on the ground.

"I surrender!" he shouted in shame and fear. Pride, contempt, and anger were not worth mentioning in the face of the fear of death.

However, Huo Yuhao's preparation had already been completed. The brilliance of his soul power danced like a butterfly, and he hit his face with an extremely violent punch. Even though Dai Huabin had concentrated the shield on the front, it was still shattered by a punch, like a huge rock rolling down the mountain cutting through the ice.

boom!

Whether it was an illusion or not, the spectators in the stands and the competitors in the waiting room felt vibrations under their feet.

Gravels flew and dust enveloped Huo Yuhao and Dai Huabin on the ground. Visibility was affected and the spectators could not see clearly what was happening in the arena. But the cracks that appeared on the playing field shocked everyone.

"Is this called Soul Lord?"

"Are you kidding? It's hard for a defensive soul sect to take this punch head on."

"How could this happen? It's over, twenty seconds! Is there really anyone in Soul Master who can last twenty seconds under this monster?"

The competitors were already shocked by Huo Yuhao's prepared punch.

Gollum~

The man who was originally going to play in this scene swallowed, and his face under the mask was unusually pale. What's going on today? First, there was the civet cat that made everyone fearful, and then there was the bloody tiger that was so powerful that it made people fear.

A high-level soul master with the best soul ring ratio is terrifying enough. However, reality has made a joke to all competitors, a hellish joke.

The powerful Blood Tiger was not the strongest competitor that night. The not-so-strong-looking Burial Crow was the real monster.

Without even showing the soul ring, Burial Crow ended the battle. If the Burial Crow had been more agile, the Blood Tiger wouldn't have been able to survive until it was time to admit defeat. Killing a high-level soul master whose strength is close to that of a soul sect in twenty seconds is a dream for most third-ring soul masters, but no one doubts whether Burial Crow has the ability to do this.

"With this punch, I'm afraid half of my body will be gone." The man codenamed Fox held his head in despair, regretting that he chose to sign a contract to participate in the competition out of greed.

This is not a competition, but a one-sided slaughter.

"Is...does anyone want to change the order?"

Fox shouted, but no one in the waiting room responded to him. There were also a few competitors who looked at him as if they were a fool.

The Fox was actually unlucky, because Huo Yuhao originally played after him, and changing the order was just to let him play one round later.

A woman wearing a white ghost mask said in a high-pitched voice: "I originally wanted to make a lot of money. But my luck is really bad. Burial Crow? Even in the soul sect level competition, it is a super-standard existence."

"Winner, Burial Crow!" The smoke and dust on the stage cleared, and the referee announced the result of the game.

There was an exclamation in the stands, and the sound became louder and louder.

Jiang Ya breathed a sigh of relief. The wind blew in from outside the open door, and there was a clammy feeling on his back. As an eight-ring powerhouse, he could be considered a high-ranking figure in any force, but when he saw the soul power gathering on Huo Yuhao's raised fist, he was still frightened into a cold sweat.

"He's not dead. Fortunately, this kid is not dead. The blue curse stopped the Burial Crow in time." Jiang Ya took a big sip of tea, but he didn't have the same calmness as before when he tasted tea. If a person from the White Tiger Duke's Palace really died here, even if he was unable to face the wrath of the Duke's Palace.

Duke White Tiger himself is a powerful soul master who is close to Titled Douluo. Coupled with the connections in Duke White Tiger's palace, even Titled Douluo can be invited. If Dai Huabin really dies, this place will definitely be thoroughly investigated.

The arena is only part of Jiang Ya's underground industry, and there are darker facts that have not been revealed. In terms of strength, Jiang Ya couldn't even be ranked in the first echelon of Xingluo City. That was the domain of titled Douluo. But in terms of wealth, some of the lowest-ranked Douluo were like paupers in front of Jiang Ya.

Once thoroughly investigated, Jiang Ya will be a big gift package in front of the Star Luo Empire, just enough to replenish the national treasury.

"Can Soul Lord be so strong?"

Heixue's dry fingers tapped on the table, his eyes flashing dangerously.

"Competitor Blood Tiger has surrendered and lost combat effectiveness. Competitor Burial Crow is not allowed to make any more moves." The referee's voice was as cold as ever, even with a hint of warning.

However, the referee was not at peace inside, and could even be said to have caused an uproar.

Where Huo Yuhao was, the ground sank directly, with dense spider web-like cracks and gravel scattered everywhere. This was a punch that was prepared, and even Huo Yuhao himself was unwilling to resist with his physical body.

The referee carried the unconscious Dai Huabin on his shoulders.

Huo Yuhao stared at the referee. The crow mask does not have holes for the eyes, but is equipped with blood-red chips. Under the light, the blood-red chips become weird.

When the referee was about to be stared at, Huo Yuhao looked away.

This made the referee feel relieved. He quickly handed Dai Huabin to the staff aside and whispered: "Arrange a healing soul master to treat him. Nothing can happen to him, do you understand?"

"Yes, sir. The subordinates will go right away." The staff nodded repeatedly and took Dai Huabin to heal his injuries, not daring to delay at all. Competitors in the past would not have received this kind of treatment. Do they need to heal their injuries? Yes, but competitors have to pay for it themselves. The services in the underground world are sometimes even more considerate than those in the above-ground world, and the prices are also more "considerate".

Referee Lan Curse's solemn attitude made the staff realize that something was unusual.

Huo Yuhao flicked his right hand, shaking off the stone chips above, and at the same time, there was a crisp crackling sound of bones.

When he punched Dai Huabin's head, a mental force acted on his fist, causing his attack to deflect and hit the ground just in time to hit Dai Huabin's face.

Otherwise the current venue would be extremely bloody.

The mental strength comes from the referee. The referee did not directly attack Huo Yuhao with his mental power, but used his mental power's ability to interfere with real matter, directly affecting the direction of Huo Yuhao's attack.

After cultivating your mental power to a certain level, you can already interfere with the real world outside yourself. However, referee Blue Curse did not have the ability to directly change the direction of Huo Yuhao's charged punch.

He used one of his soul skills, a soul skill derived from soul bones. Real-world objects can be manipulated. Since this skill fluctuates very little when used, it is sometimes used to interfere with the game and perform behind-the-scenes operations.

"Merrow Crow, do you choose to rest or directly enter the next game?" the referee Lan Curse asked.

"Let's go directly to the next game." Huo Yuhao said. Dealing with Dai Huabin didn't actually cost much except for the final build-up of momentum. Moreover, his goal was barely achieved.

"It seems that bare-handed fighting is not suitable for me." He muttered. If a knife or sword was used, then the referee's intervention would be nothing more than causing Dai Huabin's head to be separated and his skull to be opened.

"The next game is about to begin. The two sides will compete, the player is Burial Crow, and the player is Fox!"

When the fox came on stage, his legs were trembling and his back was already soaked.