Douluo Huo Yuhao: My Clone is Too Self-Disciplined

Chapter 114 Trampling on Dai Huabin, the Ultimate Humiliation

In everyone's mind, the Spirit Fusion Skill symbolizes power. But at this moment, the two who used the Spirit Fusion Skill were the ones being brutally beaten.

This immediately shocked everyone!
In Huo Yuhao's hands, the Netherworld White Tiger was utterly powerless to resist. Huo Yuhao kicked it away once more, and then, with a powerful kick, the Netherworld White Tiger, unable to withstand the force, disintegrated.

After the Martial Soul Fusion Skill was forcibly disintegrated, Zhu Lu and Dai Huabin's figures also appeared in the air.

Both men were pale and coughing up blood. Clearly, the destruction of their Martial Soul Fusion Technique had caused them significant backlash.

Upon seeing this, Huo Yuhao's aura suddenly dropped, and he closed all eight gates of the Eight Gates Formation. He also let out a long sigh of relief.

After exhaling a long breath, he leaped up, caught Zhu Lu who was about to fall, and then stomped hard on Dai Huabin's face.

The three people fell slowly in a very elegant manner until a loud bang was heard. Dai Huabin's scream, mixed with flying sand, entered everyone's ears, which also marked the end of this match.

Huo Yuhao put Zhu Lu down from his arms, and then slightly pressed down on Dai Huabin, who was trying to break free from Huo Yuhao's trampling, and pushed him back down again.

As you can see, Dai Huabin's face was contorted in pain. He couldn't accept this humiliation.

Even though he was bleeding and his bones were broken, he was still desperately resisting Huo Yuhao's trampling.

No matter how much he resisted, Huo Yuhao's foot remained firmly planted on his head, making him struggle futilely like a dog.

"You damned bastard, I will kill you! How dare you humiliate me like this, humiliate the eldest son of the White Tiger Duke! I will kill you, I will slaughter you!"

"Heh, is that all? You can't win, so you resort to threats and bringing out your own power?"

"I'm so scared!"

After saying that, Huo Yuhao increased the force of his foot even more, even stomping Dai Huabin's head into the ground.

"If you want to get up, just admit defeat. Open your mouth and I'll let you up. Trying to talk tough? Are you a three-year-old?"

"No, I can't lose! I'm the son of the White Tiger Duke! How could I not even make it into the top eight in a mere freshman assessment? I can't accept this! I won't admit defeat! I won't admit defeat!"

Huo Yuhao immediately laughed. His refusal to admit defeat suited him perfectly, allowing him to humiliate him even more.

Thinking this, he increased the force of his foot even more, but accidentally knocked Dai Huabin unconscious.

The referee had no choice but to step onto the field, his eyes filled with shock. Clearly, this match had had a profound impact on him. Huo Yuhao's strength far exceeded his expectations.

It's no exaggeration to say that even he wasn't entirely confident he could handle that Martial Soul Fusion Technique.

But Huo Yuhao easily defeated him; he was simply too strong. Indeed, the student surpasses the master; Huo Yuhao will definitely become a pillar of the academy in the future.

However, he was too ruthless. Dai Huabin is now unconscious, and Huo Yuhao just stabbed him hundreds of times.

The competition rules state that opponents cannot be injured, and Huo Yuhao's performance clearly violated this principle. It's unclear how badly Dai Huabin is injured.

If any serious injury or disability occurs, Huo Yuhao will likely be the one to lose this match.

Therefore, the outcome now depends entirely on the school doctor's assessment.

Under the watchful eyes of all the teachers, a support-type Soul Master with the cultivation of a Soul Saint stepped onto the competition stage. After glancing solemnly at the wretched Dai Huabin, he began to examine him carefully.

But when he saw the dense sword wounds on Dai Huabin's body, he was completely stunned.

Dai Huabin had hundreds of sword wounds all over his body; not a single part of him was intact. His face was swollen like a pig's head, a testament to the inhuman torture and abuse he had suffered. Thinking to himself that Huo Yuhao had been far too ruthless, he then carefully examined Dai Huabin's injuries.

However, as he continued his investigation, the shock on his face grew stronger and stronger. "My God, this is unbelievable. So many wounds, yet none of them hit any vital organs, not even a single bone or tendon was damaged."

The Soul Saint-level support-type Soul Master suddenly exclaimed, "These wounds look serious, but they're actually just minor injuries. This is truly miraculous; it's simply art!"

"Ah, what did you say?"

The referee was stunned. He looked at the school doctor with disbelief. "This student is injured like this, and you're telling me it's only a minor injury?"

"Hmph, you can question my abilities, but you can't question my professional competence. In the entire college, who doesn't know that I, Old Li, am the most trustworthy person? Those girls prefer to see me for treatment because of my character."

The referee was speechless for a moment. Who asked you that?

However, after hearing the results of the assessment, the elders on the platform were not entirely convinced.

Under Elder Zhuang's watchful gaze, a young man wearing the same clan robe as him also walked onto the competition stage and carefully examined Dai Huabin's injuries.

As a result, the same expression appeared on his face as the school doctor had just done.

Only those support-type healing Soul Masters could understand how incredible this was.

After giving Huo Yuhao a meaningful look, he also revealed this astonishing result.

"Minor injury"

This left everyone completely bewildered.

But since that's the case, and Huo Yuhao didn't do anything malicious to injure his classmates, he won the match and successfully advanced to the quarterfinals.

The strongest team in this competition was eliminated in the round of 16. Everyone felt regret, but at the same time, they also developed a strong interest in Huo Yuhao.

They wanted to know how Huo Yuhao, a mere first-ring Soul Master, could be so strong.
But these are not things that Huo Yuhao should be considering.

After regaining her senses, Zhu Lu looked at Dai Huabin, who was in a terrible state.

She was, after all, Dai Huabin's fiancée and teammate; she couldn't just leave him there unattended. So, with a look of disdain, she walked over to him and tried to help him up.

At this moment, Huo Yuhao, with a smile on his face, stepped forward. He grabbed Dai Huabin's foot with one hand and dragged him off the competition stage.

Although Zhu Lu felt a little uneasy, she didn't care. After all, Huo Yuhao had just saved her; otherwise, she would have been thrown around like Dai Huabin.

However, she always felt that Huo Yuhao was acting a little strange towards Dai Huabin. "Huo Yuhao, do you have a grudge against him? Why are you bullying him like this?"

Huo Yuhao smiled slightly, "What, are you feeling sorry for me?"

Zhu Lu immediately showed a look of disgust on her face, "No way! What he does is none of my business. I just feel like you know him, and that you have a grudge against him."

It has to be said, a woman's intuition is incredibly accurate.

Huo Yuhao certainly knew Dai Huabin, and the two were indeed sworn enemies.

(End of this chapter)