Douluo Continent: The Ruler of Time, Reigning Supreme

Chapter 212 One Hundred Thousand Years Soul Ring

Three consecutive scores of 150.

The atmosphere in the entire Colosseum reached an unprecedented climax.

But as any discerning person knows, even though they are both perfect scores, their value is completely different.

While Ye Guyi and Gu Yuena's performances were undoubtedly brilliant, they were still within the realm of combat.

As for Yin Chen, he didn't fight at all.

He simply raised his hand, and then the assessment was over.

That kind of unreasonable, absolute power is what inspires the most fear and awe.

Everyone believed that if the scoring cap wasn't only 150 points, Yin Chen's score would have been an even more unbelievable astronomical figure.

As one student after another took the stage, time slowly passed.

Finally, when the referee called out a name, everyone's eyes were focused on the event once again.

"Next up, Huo Yuhao."

coming.

Everyone held their breath, even the teachers on the platform sat up straight.

They hadn't forgotten the earth-shattering wager between this young man and Dai Huabin, a wager that concerned their very dignity, right before the assessment began.

Under the watchful eyes of hundreds of people, Huo Yuhao calmly walked into the arena.

Dai Huabin stared intently at his retreating figure.

Zhu Lu, who was standing next to him, had her brows furrowed, a sense of foreboding creeping into her heart.

Huo Yuhao walked up to the referee and handed over the form.

"Huo Yuhao."

The referee looked at him, knowing that this assessment was of great significance to him, and asked in a deep voice, "Choose your soul beast."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Huo Yuhao raised his head and made a choice that made everyone's eyes nearly pop out.

"Teacher, I choose... a hundred-year-old soul beast."

"what?!"

"Did I hear that right? A hundred years?!"

"That's it? He didn't... chicken out, did he?"

"Hahaha, that's hilarious! I thought he was so tough, but it turns out he was just bluffing and gave up right away."

The crowd instantly exploded.

Doubt, ridicule, disdain, disappointment... all kinds of voices merged into a huge wave.

After a moment of stunned silence, Dai Huabin burst into unrestrained laughter, filled with contempt and the thrill of victory.

In his view, Huo Yuhao had already declared his defeat in advance through his actions.

The referee frowned, unable to believe his ears, and asked again to confirm:

"Huo Yuhao, are you sure? This concerns your bet, you..."

He heard the contents of the bet, kowtowed and admitted defeat, acknowledging that he was a good-for-nothing.

This is an immense humiliation for a Soul Master.

This young man actually backed down at the last minute?

"I am sure."

Huo Yuhao nodded calmly, as if the surrounding doubts and ridicule had nothing to do with him.

"……All right."

Since this was Huo Yuhao's own choice, the referee decided not to interfere further.

He sighed and immediately waved his hand, signaling for a hundred-year-old soul beast to be sent out from behind.

The iron gate opened, and this time, a small, century-old Wind Spirit Wolf sprang out.

It moved with incredible speed, transforming into a streak of blue light as it charged towards the seemingly frail-looking boy in the center of the arena. And in that very instant…

When the Wind Spirit Wolf was less than twenty meters away from him.

Huo Yuhao's eyes, which had been lowered, suddenly snapped open.

There was no light in his eyes as when a martial soul is possessed, nor any sign of any soul skill being activated.

The next moment, two halos that made the whole world pale in comparison slowly rose beneath his feet.

It wasn't yellow, it wasn't purple, and it wasn't black.

Those were two blood-red soul rings, as if they had been irrigated with the purest blood, exuding an ominous and terrifying aura...

The moment the spirit ring rose, an indescribable, terrifying power originating from the very top of the life level swept across the entire arena like a tsunami.

The century-old Wind Spirit Wolf, which was rushing forward at high speed, seemed to have its throat choked by an invisible hand. It let out a mournful howl that was so shrill it was distorted. With a sudden stop, its four limbs carved four deep furrows in the sand.

Immediately afterwards, its entire body went limp, and it lay whimpering on the ground, trembling, and a large area beneath it quickly became wet.

This oppressive aura wasn't just directed at soul beasts.

Outside the arena, all the students watching felt as if their souls were being gripped tightly by a cold, large hand.

Those who were slightly weaker collapsed to the ground, their legs giving way.

Even a powerful Soul Venerable like Xie Huanyue felt a pang of fear and his face turned pale.

"A...a hundred thousand-year soul ring!!"

"How can this be?!!"

"Are you kidding me? How old is he?! Two of them, two of them!!"

On the high platform, Dean of Students Du Weiren suddenly jumped up from his seat, the movement so violent that it knocked over the chair behind him.

He gripped the railing tightly, his perpetually serious face now filled with unprecedented shock.

On the other side of the field, Dai Huabin's arrogant laughter came to an abrupt halt.

His face turned deathly pale in an instant, all color draining away.

He stared incredulously at the figure in the arena shrouded in two blood-red halos, his mouth agape enough to fit an egg, yet he couldn't utter a sound.

Those two glaring red rings were imprinted on his retina, burning away all his pride, all his confidence, and all his hope.

At the same time, in the second-grade class, a clear female voice filled with shock rang in Yin Chen's mind.

"Atai's aura, this is Atai's aura! I knew I wasn't mistaken. That kid has the aura of the Titan Snow Demon King. Yin Chen, what's going on?!"

Hyotei's voice echoed in his spiritual world.

“I know, Hyotei.”

Yin Chen calmly soothed Hyotei, who was about to jump up.

"I'm not the only one in this world who has the opportunity to be fortunate."

"You mean...he's like you? Artest...chosen this kid?"

Hyotei's voice was filled with surprise and doubt.

"How is this possible? I chose you because the 100,000-year-old snow lotus served as a vessel to preserve my essence. What makes him think he can?! Did that blockhead Atai sacrifice himself?!"

"The world's great wonders."

A mysterious smile appeared on Yin Chen's lips.

"Titan Snow Demon King is in the same situation as you; he is not truly dead, so you don't need to worry."

"how do you know?!"

Hyotei first asked a question instinctively, but then quickly understood.

"Never mind... It's good to know that Atai is still alive."

She was silent for a moment, and her tone calmed down.

Yin Chen was already mysterious and unpredictable, and with the presence of the Time Goddess Istaru within him, it's not surprising that he knew some secrets that I didn't.

(End of this chapter)