Douluo Continent: Reborn as Yuhao, they all have ulterior motives.

Chapter 332 You don't want others to know about this, do you? (Part 2)

How awful! How awful!!

A fierce, dark golden blade of light slashed down, but the white-haired girl, who was about to be attacked, vanished without a trace, dodging this terrifying attack.

boom!

With a deafening explosion, another deep slash appeared on the ice-blue arena.

Seeing Meng Hongchen reappear in the distance, her posture so elegant it seemed she hadn't been fighting at all, Long Aotian suppressed his heaving chest and asked impatiently.

"Is all you can do to hide?"

"What, you're already eager to taste the bitterness of failure?"

Meng Hongchen casually toyed with the two swords in his hands, leisurely examining the incandescent light emanating from Long Aotian's skin.

"While I am indeed more skilled in close combat, I'm not confident enough to believe I can contend with the longsword in your hand. You, on the other hand, have activated your Martial Soul True Form; your soul power must be consuming quite a bit, right?"

"That's enough to deal with you."

The moment he finished speaking, Long Aotian had vanished from the spot.

Amidst the deafening roar, a silvery-white phantom materialized behind him, his leg muscles surging like waves, the explosive power within easily tearing apart his trousers and shoes, once again creating a sizable dent in the arena.

Immediately afterwards, his body seemed to traverse space, arriving in front of Meng Hongchen at a speed exceeding the limits of a Soul Saint, once again slicing the afterimage left by her teleportation in two.

Without the slightest hesitation, the instant the attack missed, Long Aotian used his powerful perception of being one with heaven and man to immediately pinpoint Meng Hongchen's landing point.

In an instant, the roar rang out again.

Unleashing his full power, he appeared beside Meng Hongchen like a persistent thorn in his side.

Raise your long sword and strike again!

At the critical moment, Meng Hongchen, still sporting an almost playful smile, vanished without a trace once more.

Long Aotian was not angry; he simply remained silent and continued his pursuit.

It was as if a dark golden storm had been unleashed on the arena. Watching Long Aotian's dazzling attacks, the audience members were all excited and roared with fervor.

Every gesture and movement represents the limit that previous contestants could achieve; this is the battle between Soul Saints!

After an unknown amount of time, Long Aotian once again flashed to Meng Hongchen's side, only to find that this time the other party had actually raised the two swords in his hands and actively met his attack.

Out of soul power?

Or is it because of overuse that the soul skill is limited?

Before he could think any further, Long Aotian's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and the muscles on his arms suddenly bulged, propelling his longsword down towards Meng Hongchen's twin swords.

collapse--

The burst of sparks illuminated Long Aotian's astonished eyes. His slash, which contained almost all of his strength, was actually deflected by the twin swords. It grazed the blades and was easily guided to the side by Meng Hongchen, landing on the empty arena.

It slashed out another hideous mark.

How is that possible?!

How could her power be so wrong!

Looking at the slash marks on the ground, Long Aotian's pupils contracted slightly.

No, it's not that the slender girl in front of him possesses power comparable to his.

His strength had weakened without him even realizing it.

"You seem to have forgotten that I use poison?"

Meng Hongchen strolled leisurely past Long Aotian, her slender twin swords brushing against his arm, cutting through the flesh and leaving a faint bloodstain.

It was a tiny wound, yet it foreshadowed the outcome of the battle.

Even if the skin-based martial spirit can hinder the spread of toxins to some extent, as long as Long Aotian is not truly immune to all poisons, poisoning is only a matter of time.

Especially when Meng Hongchen deliberately suppressed the effects of the toxins entering his body so that he could not detect them, and constantly increased his physical energy consumption and breathing rate through teleportation.

With almost every breath Long Aotian took, a large amount of toxins entered his body.

Actually, at the beginning of the match, he was still somewhat wary of this poison-attribute Soul Saint.

However, after some time passed and finding that there were no problems with his body, Long Aotian subconsciously attributed it all to his skin spirit and the super poison resistance it gave him.

By the time he realized what was happening, it was already too late.

As if to give the final curtain call for this wonderful match, the blood-red soul ring under Meng Hongchen's feet suddenly lit up.

It vanished in a flash.

In an instant, the toxins that had entered Long Aotian's body along the bloodstain began to increase at an unimaginable speed.

Without warning, the incandescent flames on his body suddenly went out, as if extinguished by a bucket of cold water, and his tall body fell straight down.

Victory came so suddenly that before anyone present could even react, they heard Meng Hongchen's calm voice.

"Referee, it's time to announce the result of the match."

However, the referee, regaining his senses, looked troubled: "To minimize the risk of injury or death during the competition, you need to administer the antidote to this contestant first."

Meng Hongchen frowned slightly, then skillfully feigned ignorance: "What about his participation in the team competition later?"

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No, let's not even talk about how the person is almost dead. Even if they recover, they won't be able to continue competing. It's questionable whether the team competition can even proceed.

Because of the massacre by the Holy Spirit Cult, the Body Sect now has no fighting force to offer except for Long Aotian. The remaining contestants are lucky if they don't get wiped out in a one-on-six battle, let alone worry about the team competition.

Just as the referee was at a loss, a cold voice suddenly rang out from the spectator stands.

"Give him the antidote, and I can guarantee he won't participate in the next match."

Meng Hongchen looked up following the sound and met the bald old man's gaze without fear.

"And who are you?"

Du Bu Si choked a little. Being questioned to his face by a little girl, his expression naturally wasn't very pleasant.

Not to mention Meng Hongchen, even her grandfather Jing Hongchen was much younger than Du Busi in terms of seniority.

However, considering Long Aotian's importance to the Body Sect, he patiently explained, "I am the Sect Master of the Body Sect, and I have full authority to represent the Body Sect's team in the competition. Can you now detoxify him?"

"I'm sorry, no."

Meng Hongchen shook his head: "Who here doesn't know that your Body Sect has no credibility whatsoever? How do I know if you old bastard are deliberately lying to me?"

The entire room fell silent.

Without prior arrangement, those who had heard of the Body Sect's style of doing things all looked toward where Poison Undying was, their eyes becoming increasingly amused.

"So what do you want?" Poison Undying's neck veins bulged as he stared intently at Meng Hongchen.

"Hmm"

Meng Hongchen tapped her chin with her index finger, and after a brief moment of contemplation, she tilted her head and gave her answer.

"Since you've already declared yourself the sect leader, why don't you personally represent the sect and admit defeat? That way, I can save myself some trouble."

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Young people these days are really brave!

Hearing this condition that made Poison Immortal lose face, everyone felt ashamed.

Although judging from the remaining fighting strength of the Body Sect, there was no chance of winning even if they continued, it was easy to imagine how humiliating it would be for the dignified sect leader to admit defeat in front of so many spectators.

However, just when everyone thought that the Sect Master of the Body Sect, who always valued his reputation above all else, would fly into a rage, a cold voice entered the ears of everyone present.

"On behalf of all participants from the Body Sect, I concede defeat and forfeit the remaining individual and team competitions."

Without hesitation, he fulfilled the request. Poison Undying stared expressionlessly at the girl on the arena and asked, slowly and deliberately, "Can you give him the antidote now?"

Meng Hongchen raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting the other party to be so decisive.

Just as everyone else thought, she originally thought that Du Bu Si would give up Long Ao Tian for the sake of face, but who would have thought that this old thing would play by his own rules.

So it seems this guy's status in the Body Sect is even higher than she imagined.

What if I suddenly don't want to let them go anymore?

After much deliberation, considering that continuing might damage Mingdetang's reputation, she reluctantly plunged her longsword into Long Aotian's arm, extracting all the chilling poison.

"Alright, someone take him away."

Kicked the unconscious Long Aotian, then turned to the referee beside him: "Can we announce the result now?"

The referee naturally didn't say anything more and immediately spoke up.

"The winner of the first match in the quarterfinals is the Sun Moon Royal Academy team."

"The match will be paused for half an hour for venue maintenance. Please prepare yourselves, Spirit Pagoda team and Haotian Sect team. The match will resume in half an hour."

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Meng Hongchen subconsciously looked towards the Spirit Pagoda rest area and proudly raised her chin at Huo Yuhao.

Praise me!

—Amazing!

Noticing Meng Hongchen's behavior, Huo Yuhao suppressed the strange sensations surging in his lower body and managed a forced smile, appearing perfectly normal.

Only after the other person returned to the rest area of ​​Sun Moon Academy did he silently withdraw his gaze, looking down at the heads that were constantly bobbing up and down below with a complicated expression.

Why do they all like doing this in public?!

Is it possible for perversion to be contagious?

Thinking this to himself, he unconsciously straightened his back and lowered his voice.

"Sister Luo Chen, our competition is about to start, why don't you stop?"

Ling Luochen paused, looking at him with a somewhat blank expression: "Are you feeling unwell?"

Huo Yuhao's lips twitched, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer.

"I think... it's not a matter of comfort."

"As long as you're comfortable, there's still half an hour left, no rush."

Ling Luochen moved his tongue and mumbled, "I can't lose to Ma Xiaotao."

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Sensing the other party's eagerness to start again, Huo Yuhao gritted his teeth and resignedly closed his eyes.

But soon, he keenly sensed that someone was looking at him.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Gu Yuena blinking her deep, purple eyes, looking at him innocently, her gaze occasionally falling on Ling Luochen below him, who was completely unaware.

It's like being able to see scenes you shouldn't see through simulated soul skills...

A strong sense of shame surged into Huo Yuhao's heart in an instant, causing his little Huo, which was being held in his mouth, to suddenly grow even larger.

This startled Ling Luochen, who instinctively looked up to check on him: "What's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing."

Perhaps unsure how to explain, or perhaps unwilling to let Ling Luochen face the cruel truth, Huo Yuhao decided to keep it a secret.

"oh."

Ling Luochen didn't notice anything amiss and continued moving around on his own, though a sense of unease crept into his mind.

No wonder Ma Xiaotao was so happy when she came back that day; the effect was so good!

Hmm, I might try something else sometime...

Huo Yuhao had no idea what Ling Luochen was thinking at that moment.

At this moment, he was silently enduring Gu Yuena's meaningful gaze, feeling as if the sky was about to collapse.

"It seems you quite like this?"

The ethereal voice rang in his mind at just the right moment, as if he had seen his own social death. Huo Yuhao couldn't help but cover his face and burst into tears.

No, I didn't...

And didn't you start all of this?

Taking in Huo Yuhao's expression of near-explosive embarrassment, Gu Yuena blinked twice, as if she had suddenly understood something.

This reaction...does it seem like I've got something on him?

Recalling the strange knowledge she had learned from other people's conversations while playing the game, her voice echoed in the other person's mind once again.

"You don't want anyone else to know about this, do you?"

!! ?

No, where did you learn all these sales pitches?

Huo Yuhao's throat bobbed, and he asked in a dry voice, "What do you want?"

Gu Yuena pondered for a moment, then leaned close to Huo Yuhao's ear and whispered, "Then we'll have to see how you perform this afternoon."

"..."

Half an hour can feel fast or slow.

For Huo Yuhao, whose body and mind were being tormented at the same time, every second felt like it was being stretched out infinitely, leaving him feeling somewhat lost.

Finally, under Ling Luochen's icy stimulation, the moment the referee's kind voice rang out, he began to ponder the meaning of the universe once again.

"The second match of the quarterfinals is between the Spirit Pagoda and the Haotian Sect. All participants are requested to proceed to the waiting area as soon as possible to prepare."

"Gurgle—gurgle—"

It was as if some unknown monster was greedily devouring something.

Accompanied by a strange sound, Ling Luochen licked his lips with lingering satisfaction, then casually sat back down and tidied his somewhat disheveled hair.

Good luck in the game.

"Yuhao, we absolutely have to beat that guy up!"

Wang Dong'er waved her little fist and said angrily, "I get angry just thinking about what happened with Haotian Sect last time. They actually started interfering in my affairs."

Is there a reward?

Wang Dong'er stiffened, and when she met Huo Yuhao's smiling expression, her pretty face flushed: "At most, at most like last time, I'll treat you to dinner sometime."

Although Huo Yuhao asked casually, she, having tasted the sweetness of it, immediately connected it to that aspect.

The little girl was shy and naturally embarrassed to say things like "let's sleep together tonight" in front of so many people, so she could only use dinner as an excuse.

What will happen after dinner?

That was all forced upon her by that bastard Huo Yuhao; she only half-heartedly complied.

"I've got it."

Huo Yuhao grinned, exchanged a glance with Tang San in the Clear Sky Sect's rest area, and then got up and walked towards the arena alone.

When the audience saw that Huo Yuhao was the only one to take the stage at the Spirit Pagoda, their eyes lit up and their cheers grew louder.

"Huo Yuhao—Huo Yuhao—"

Originally, some people doubted the authenticity of his defeat of the Soul Master five years ago, but after the match against Tianlongmen, and after witnessing firsthand the miraculous scene where a single Soul Skill affected nearly 200,000 spectators, no one doubted his strength or his terrifying dominance in the Soul Master Competition.

It was as if he was coated with an unparalleled radiance, and no one would doubt whether his actions at this moment were too arrogant; there was only heartfelt expectation.

We eagerly await what surprises this legendary contestant will bring us.

Watching the figure being escorted onto the stage by cheers from the crowd, Tang San's face grew increasingly gloomy, but in the end he didn't dare to go on stage alone like his opponent.

Although Huo Yuhao has been targeted by his counterpart in the God Realm, it is still undeniable that the other party is currently more powerful than him.

He planned carefully before acting; this was the reason why he was able to defeat the god of destruction in his previous life and was known as the god of wisdom.

Of course, he also caused quite a stir.

Seeing him go from being seriously injured to being completely fine in just two days, many people were shocked.

This is naturally due to the grievances he suffered in the Haotian Sect over the years.

Perhaps his physical abilities are not as good as Beibei's, who has absorbed the Dragon Pill, but in terms of recovery ability, he, who gets beaten up every day, is definitely far superior to his opponent.

With the help of the Haotian Sect's highly effective healing medicine, his injuries from the battle with Beibei were basically healed in just two days.

But that wasn't all that surprised everyone. Many sharp-eyed people noticed that among the contestants who took to the field with Tang San were two Soul Emperors who had been severely injured by Xu Sanshi in the match against Shrek Academy.

Of course, these two were clearly not in the same condition as Tang San.

Not only was his face deathly pale, but he also walked with a limp, clearly indicating that his broken bones had not yet fully healed.

What is this?

The Clear Sky Sect should have two more Soul King substitutes, right?

Why send two injured players onto the field?

Although they didn't understand the significance of Haotian Sect's actions, everyone still sensed something unusual.

Do these guys with hammers have some other trick up their sleeves?

Just as everyone was secretly curious, a contestant from the Clear Sky Sect, at Tang San's instruction, leaped onto the arena and looked at Huo Yuhao as if facing a formidable enemy.

"What does this mean?"

After glancing at his opponent, whose legs were trembling slightly, Huo Yuhao seemed amused by the comical scene before him. He looked at Tang San in the waiting area with a half-smile, his tone slightly mocking.

"I thought you'd go yourself, but you sent this guy to lead the charge?"

Tang San seemed to have anticipated his reaction, calmly retorting, "This doesn't seem to violate the rules of the competition?"

"It doesn't violate the rules of the game, but I'm not going to waste my time on something so pointless. Besides, someone just asked me to beat you up."

After observing Tang San's expression turn grim upon realizing who he was referring to, Huo Yuhao chuckled and asked in return.

"In order to finish the task and get the reward sooner, how about we skip the boring parts and you all just do it together?"

"As you wish."

Tang San replied coldly, but inwardly he was overjoyed.

Without a doubt, everything that is happening right now is part of his plan.

Based on the previous match between the Holy Spirit Cult and the Body Sect, he guessed that Huo Yuhao would likely choose to directly enter the team battle, so from the beginning he focused entirely on the team match.

Now it's time to show him the trap I've carefully prepared for him!

As if afraid that Huo Yuhao might change his mind, Tang San immediately led the remaining contestants onto the arena.

The referee naturally heard the entire conversation between the two. He was initially somewhat dismissive, thinking it was just the Haotian Sect's last-ditch effort, but what happened next surprised him.

The seven contestants from the Haotian Sect quickly formed a vertical line on the arena, one after another, with Tang San, the strongest member of the team, standing at the very front.

"This is."

Looking at this unfamiliar formation, Elder Xuan's eyes lit up with surprise, his tone filled with disbelief: "This is a seven-in-one fusion technique! A super secret technique that the Grandmaster tailored for the original Shrek Seven Devils ten thousand years ago!"

"Although fusing seven identical martial souls would reduce the difficulty, being able to comprehend this secret technique shows an exceptional level of comprehension, definitely among the best in the world. Maybe... just maybe Tang San can actually win!"

"The match begins!"

Almost the instant the words fell, Tang San suddenly burst into a loud shout.

"Fusion—!!!"

A jet-black light burst forth from the Soul Emperor at the rear of the group, surging forward like waves. The powerful and pure soul power flowed along his arm until it was completely poured into Tang San's body at the front.

boom--

The violent fluctuations of soul power even caused the surrounding air to distort slightly. After merging with the power of six Soul Emperors, Tang San's cultivation even broke through to the Title Douluo level in one fell swoop.

Feeling the power surging within him, he slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, summoned the jet-black Haotian Hammer, and looked coldly at Huo Yuhao, who remained unmoved in front of him.

"Now, it's time to settle the score!"

(End of this chapter)