Douluo Continent: The Ruler of Time, Reigning Supreme

Chapter 159 Real Fire Unleashed
'I'll make him pay the price. I'll let him know that offending me, Wu Feng, was the worst mistake he've ever made.'

The intense hatred temporarily suppressed the mental anguish, and she struggled to stand up again, step by step, with her slightly trembling legs.

She pointed at Huo Yuhao, her voice hoarse and shrill with anger, echoing throughout the entire Soul Fighting Zone.

"Huo Yuhao, you listen to me."

"I don't care what tricks you used, you lost today."

"Furthermore, let me tell you, as long as you, Huo Yuhao, remain in the Spirit Department, I, Wu Feng, will target you. I will make sure you can't stay in the Spirit Department until you leave like a dog."

These vicious words instantly enraged Wang Dong and Xiao Xiao, who were sitting in the audience.

"Wu Feng, you've gone too far."

Wang Dong roared, making a move to rush onto the stage.

However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

Huo Yuhao, who should have been exhausted and completely unconscious, twitched violently after hearing Wu Feng's words.

He slowly, very slowly, raised his head.

His eyes had turned blood red.

That wasn't the congestion caused by the surge of blood and qi during the previous battle, but a deeper, more terrifying red.

What surged within was a thick, almost overflowing resentment, anger, and unwillingness, along with a trace of...icy killing intent.

why?
Why am I being treated like this?

Huo Yuhao's consciousness seemed to sink into a bottomless abyss.

The bullying, disdain, and abuse I suffered from childhood flashed before my eyes.

The cold gaze in the Duke's mansion, Dai Huabin's merciless beating, the servants' sarcastic remarks...

He thought that everything would be different after he escaped that home and came to Shrek Academy.

He trained desperately, putting in more effort than anyone else, believing that as long as he was strong enough, he could earn respect.

But the result?

Dai Huabin's appearance exposed his true colors.

And now, there's another one: Wu Feng.

Just because his cultivation level is low? Just because he got in through connections?
Why? !

God, why are you so unfair to me?!

An overwhelming wave of negative emotion, like a flood bursting its banks, instantly overwhelmed all his reason.

He wants to kill someone.

He wanted to kill the woman in front of him, and kill everyone who looked down on him.

"Ugh……"

Just as Huo Yuhao's rationality was about to be completely consumed by his killing intent, an old, distant sigh, seemingly spanning countless ages, quietly resounded from the depths of his spiritual sea.

The sigh seemed to possess a strange magic, instantly soothing the raging resentment in Huo Yuhao's heart.

"Holy crap, it's you, the guy who tried to steal my territory."

The angry voice of Tianmeng Ice Silkworm echoed in Huo Yuhao's mind.

The moment Huo Yuhao heard that sigh, the blood red in his eyes quickly faded, replaced by a deathly gray devoid of any emotion.

"Hatred will blind you."

That aged voice rang out once more, echoing clearly within the sea of ​​consciousness, each word carrying an air of authority.

The next moment, Huo Yuhao was horrified to discover that his body seemed to have lost control.

No, it's not out of control.

He could clearly feel his limbs, the excruciating pain in his chest, and the almost depleted soul power within him. However, he could no longer control his body.

He was like a bystander trapped in the driver's seat, watching helplessly as another person got into the driver's seat.

"This is how mental power should be used."

The aged voice carried a hint of instruction.

Immediately afterwards, Huo Yuhao felt that his soul power was boiling again in his already dried-up dantian.

That was still his power; the total amount and intensity of his soul power remained unchanged.

However, under the control of that mysterious being, this soul power was mobilized and operated with extreme efficiency in a way he had never understood before.

His once bright, gray eyes suddenly lit up, the light no longer dazzling, but deep and restrained, a gray that seemed to devour everything.

Soul Impact, activated once again.

But this time, it was completely different from the previous desperate and violent outburst.

Huo Yuhao saw that his already limited spiritual power was being compressed, purified, and condensed in an inconceivable way.

What should have been a burst of energy was now constricted into a thin, almost invisible gray line, thinner than a hair.

The whole process seemed somewhat slow, like a venomous snake that had been lying in wait for a long time, slowly flicking out its deadly tongue.

The thin gray spiritual thread silently shot towards Wu Feng's direction.

At this moment, when Wu Feng saw Huo Yuhao stand up again and his eyes flashing with an eerie gray light, her anger overwhelmed her reason.

"You dare stand up?! Die!"

Ignoring the excruciating pain in her spiritual sea, she frantically urged the remaining soul power within her body.

With her hands clasped together in front of her chest, a crimson fireball the size of a human head, radiating terrifying heat, rapidly condensed in her hands.

"go with!"

She roared and used all her strength to push the fireball toward Huo Yuhao.

This was her last bit of soul power, and also her strongest single-target attack; she was going to burn Huo Yuhao to ashes.

"stop!"

Han Ruoruo's expression changed drastically as she stood below the arena.

She could tell that both sides were fighting with their hearts full of energy. If these two blows landed, one's spiritual sea might be shattered, and the other would be crippled for life if he didn't die.

She was about to step forward and stop him.

But the next moment, she suddenly stopped, and a strange smile appeared on her face.

Because there is someone who is faster than her.

A white figure appeared silently in the center of the arena, blocking Huo Yuhao and Wu Feng.

His short white hair moved without wind, and his heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one green, calmly watched everything before him, as if he were just watching a farce.

It was Yin Chen, the class monitor of Class 1 of the freshmen, who had returned from the far north.

Yin Chen's expression remained unchanged as he faced Wu Feng's enormous fireball, which was powerful enough to melt gold and iron.

He simply raised his right hand casually.

A layer of dazzling, diamond-like, crystal-clear ice crystals instantly covered his entire palm.

Every edge of the ice crystal refracted light, breathtakingly beautiful, yet exuding a chill that penetrated to the very soul.

He reached out and gently caught the rapidly approaching fireball.

"Chi chi chi——"

(End of this chapter)