Douluo Continent: I got the Sharingan at the start!

Chapter 212 Tsukuyomi: Torture: Luo Tie!

Han Yu nodded knowingly: "In that case, I shall respectfully comply."

Nan Shuishui smiled and said, "Then it's a pleasure to cooperate. Also, after the competition ends the day after tomorrow, I'll take you to the secret realm."

"However, it's very cold inside the secret realm, so it probably won't be easy for you to get in."

Han Yu said, "Don't worry, senior."

As he spoke, he stood up, straightened his back, and looked firmly at Nan Shuishui.

His body trembled, and a wave of icy blue soul power instantly enveloped the entire hall, with a chill quickly spreading outwards.

The cold air swept through, and in just a moment, the tea that was still warm was frozen into ice, and the surrounding tables and chairs were covered with frost.

Nan Shuishui and Nan Qiuqiu trembled and couldn't help but shiver.

Nan Shuishui hurriedly waved her hand, trying to dispel the chill, but to no avail.

"Put it away quickly." Nan Shuishui gave Han Yu a reproachful look, her tone somewhat accusatory:

"Why did you do this so suddenly? At this temperature, you should be fine going down there."

"As expected of the young sect master of the Body Sect, he's several times better than my Qiuqiu."

Nan Shuishui sighed, feeling worried about the future of the Earth Dragon Gate.

"Mom," Nan Qiuqiu was annoyed. She always compared herself to other people's children. Was she really that bad?

She mustered her courage, stood up, and prepared to refute Nan Shuishui, but her attention was drawn to Han Yu's actions.

She saw Han Yu wave her hand gently, and the frost quickly melted away, restoring the hall to its previous warmth.

Han Yu chuckled softly, "Miss Nan Qiuqiu, don't worry, I just want you to experience my soul power."

Nan Qiuqiu was stunned by his actions. She originally thought Han Yu was just showing off, but she did not expect that he could control his soul power so precisely. This strength was truly admirable.

She gritted her teeth, feeling resentful, but still suppressed her anger and said, "Hanyu, I want to fight you. Do you dare?"

Nan Qiuqiu stood with her hands on her hips, her chest heaving, a hint of provocation on her face. In her anger, the ladylike image she had maintained was completely shattered.

She simply stopped pretending.

Han Yu laughed and said, "I think that's unnecessary, Miss Nan Qiuqiu. Although your strength is very strong,..."

Before she could finish speaking, Nan Qiuqiu became even angrier upon hearing this. Wasn't this just looking down on her?

"Stop talking nonsense. Are you even a man? If you are, come out with me."

"Also, stop calling me Miss Nan Qiuqiu all the time. It sounds awful. I don't like such nagging."

"Just call me Qiuqiu, like my mom does."

After saying that, she gave a light hum and strode off towards the training field. Nan Shuishui smiled apologetically:

"Please excuse my poor behavior. I've spoiled Qiuqiu since she was little, and she has a very carefree personality."

"I wonder who will dare to marry her in the future." She smiled slightly, but her eyes gleamed with a cunning light.

Han Yu waved his hand. "It's nothing, I think it's fine, it's just being genuine." He responded casually, but a sense of unease rose in his heart.

Nan Shuishui's heart stirred, and she glanced at Han Yu, a hint of satisfaction flashing in her eyes.

She slightly raised her chin, a meaningful smile playing on her lips.

"The young sect master of the Body Sect is top-notch in both strength and talent, and he doesn't have that arrogant and domineering personality. He's also quite polite. If Qiuqiu could be with him, then my Earth Dragon Gate..." She secretly calculated in her heart, her gaze becoming increasingly ardent.

A chill rose from the depths of Han Yu's heart, as if she were being watched by something terrifying.

He instinctively wanted to back away, but found that his feet felt like they were filled with lead and he couldn't move them.

Meeting those eyes, Han Yu couldn't help but tremble, cupped her hands in greeting, and said:

"Senior, I'll go out now." His voice trembled slightly, and his tone carried a hint of pleading.

"Go ahead." Nan Shuishui nodded slightly, a faint smile still playing on her lips.

Stepping out of the hall, Han Yu took a deep breath; it was truly terrifying.

He patted his chest hard, trying to calm his unease.

What's wrong with Nan Shuishui? He muttered to himself, his mind replaying Nan Shuishui's gaze from just now.

At this moment, the training ground was already surrounded by spectators, namely Nan Qiuqiu's group of underlings.

They discussed it excitedly, anticipating the start of the battle.

Nan Qiuqiu looked eager to get started, and was doing warm-up exercises.

As she stretched her limbs, she made a "creaking" sound.

"Nan Qiuqiu, Soul King, Martial Soul, Rouge Dragon!" She suddenly turned around, her sharp gaze fixed on Han Yu.

Upon seeing Han Yu finally emerge, Nan Qiuqiu, with a serious expression, revealed her cultivation level to Han Yu.

Her tone was icy, as if announcing the start of this battle.

Han Yu nodded. "Han Yu, Soul Emperor, Martial Soul Sharingan." He replied briefly, but his eyes were full of confidence.

After saying this, the two understood each other without saying a word.

Without a referee, the two started fighting at the same time.

Buzz! A deep blue electric current filled Han Yu's palm.

He clenched his fist tightly, and a blue lightning bolt shot out from his fingertips.

Chidori Sharp Spear!

He extended his soul power to two meters, transforming it into a sharp spear, and thrust it towards Nan Qiuqiu.

A crimson line flashed across his scarlet eyes during the battle.

Clang! Clang! Nan Qiuqiu's martial soul, Rouge Dragon, is also a type of dragon martial soul, but it is similar to a magician.

She waved the dragon staff in her hand, and streaks of red flame shot out from the tip of the staff.

Although her physical body is strong enough, her focus is still on her rare annihilation attribute.

"Fifth Soul Skill, Rouge Annihilation Sword!"

Nan Qiuqiu shouted, and the pink longsword bloomed in her hand like a rose, its tip pointing directly at Han Yu.

She brandished her longsword, and the sword energy surged like pink smoke, dyeing the surrounding space with pink light.

"No skill, just brute force."

Han Yu said calmly, and the azure spear in his hand, the Thousand Birds Sharp Spear, seemed to transform into a giant dragon, meeting Nan Qiuqiu's pink rose sword.

Guns and swords clashed, producing a deafening roar, and the massive energy surge distorted the surrounding air.

The next moment, Han Yu was somewhat surprised to find that the tip of the Thousand Birds Sharp Spear in her hand seemed to have disappeared quite a bit.

He looked down at the spear in his hand; the tip was broken and incomplete, as if it had been gnawed by something.

"Hmph, take this! I'm not just all about brute force."

Nan Qiuqiu smiled smugly. She changed her longsword from a slash to a sweep, and the longsword flashed like lightning, attacking the shaft of the Thousand Birds Sharp Spear.

Clang! The sword struck the spear shaft, producing a crisp metallic clang.

Instantly, the Thousand Birds Spear seemed to have been truly cleaved in two, a deep crack appearing on the shaft, threatening to break completely.

Han Yu hurriedly poured his soul power into the Thousand Birds Sharp Spear, trying to repair the spear shaft, but unfortunately, the annihilation attribute attached to Nan Qiuqiu's sword was too strong, and his soul power was simply unable to repair the crack.

"That's interesting."

Han Yu chuckled softly, put away the remaining Thousand Birds Sharp Spear, and closed his eyes slightly, as if he were thinking about something.

"What, close your eyes? You really underestimate me!"

Nan Qiuqiu was a little unsure of what Han Yu was up to. She saw Han Yu's spear being cleaved in two by her own sword, and felt a little smug. She straightened her back, put her hands on her hips, and smiled confidently, as if she could already see the dawn of victory.

"No, I was just thinking about which soul skill to use."

Han Yu said something, his tone calm and indifferent, as if he didn't care about Nan Qiuqiu at all.

Han Yu thought to herself that she had indeed acquired quite a few new skills recently.

Moreover, since the two were sparring, they naturally couldn't use those powerful soul skills.

"Never mind, it's been a long time since I used illusion magic, so..."

Han Yu secretly plotted in his mind, his thoughts racing as he searched for a suitable illusion.

*Whoosh!* The crimson Sharingan emitted a dazzling light, with countless vortexes seemingly swirling within its pupils, drawing people in and making them want to look directly into them, as if they would be drawn in and lost within them.

Zizizi!

Azure current once again emanated from Han Yu's body, as if it were an electric current attached to him, carrying an indescribable powerful force that made the surrounding air restless.

The next moment, Han Yu's figure had disappeared from the spot, as if swallowed by electricity, vanishing without a trace.

"What? That was fast! Where did he go?"

Nan Qiuqiu was startled. She quickly looked around, trying to find Han Yu's whereabouts, but found nothing.

Just then, she suddenly felt a strong force coming from behind her, a surge of inertia, and her delicate body couldn't help but lurch forward.

"ah--!"

Nan Qiuqiu exclaimed in surprise, just as she was about to have a close encounter with the ground.

She instinctively tried to reach out and brace herself on the ground, but before she could even extend her hand, a strong arm reached out from behind her, wrapped her tightly in its embrace, and held her completely in its arms.

"Well"

Qianpu's waist was being held, and Nan Qiuqiu's breath hitched. She turned to look at the person who was holding her.

She wanted to see who had attacked her from behind so suddenly, and tried to grab the attacker, but she found herself powerless, as if bound by an invisible force, unable to move.

Unexpectedly, before she could see the person's face clearly, a pair of scarlet eyes suddenly appeared in her vision.

Those eyes seemed to burn with raging fire, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression that filled Nan Qiuqiu's heart with fear.

Then, a scarlet light slowly appeared in her eyes.

"Tsukuyomi!"

A deep and powerful voice rang in Nan Qiuqiu's ears, and the next moment, she realized that her environment had changed.

It was no longer the training ground of the Earth Dragon Gate, but in a space that was somewhat dark red.

She was transported here from the training ground by an invisible force, and the surrounding environment became unfamiliar and terrifying.

He was currently bound to a cross by ropes.

Ropes bound her tightly, binding her thighs, chest, and waist.

It outlines that exquisite and voluptuous body.

Nan Qiuqiu tried to break free, but for some reason, she found that she couldn't muster any strength at all.

"Slap! Slap!"

The sound of a Martian explosion caught Nan Qiuqiu's attention.

She tried hard to turn her head toward the source of the sound, but she couldn't turn her head.

She could only feel her body bound to a cross, unable to move.

Han Yu was standing in front of her, expressionless, holding an iron rod with a square iron block at the top.

It looks like some kind of torture device.

Beside it was a huge brazier, burning with a raging fire.

The flames roared and illuminated the entire space in a fiery red, like the fires of hell.

Before Nan Qiuqiu could speak, Han Yu threw the branding iron into the brazier, and sparks flew everywhere.

"What...what are you going to do?"

Nan Qiuqiu's pupils contracted, and she stammered.

She tried hard to speak, but her voice was hoarse and weak, as if something was blocking her throat.

A faint, ambiguous smile appeared on Han Yu's face as she took the red-hot branding iron from the brazier.

He then gestured towards Nan Qiuqiu's delicate face, his tone carrying a hint of threat:

"Want to know what happens if you get this on your body?"

Nan Qiuqiu shuddered, a chill running down her spine; the thought of that scene sent shivers down her spine.

Han Yu tightened her fingers slightly, bringing the branding iron closer and closer to Nan Qiuqiu's chest. She could feel the intense heat, as if it had already burned a hole in her clothes.

Nan Qiuqiu kept her eyes tightly closed, her body stiff, as if she were frozen in place.

She could feel the heat from the branding iron, and even smell the burning odor. Her heart was pounding violently, as if it were about to jump out of her chest.

"You can't do this to me."

Nan Qiuqiu's voice was choked with sobs. She seemed to see the horrific sight of herself being burned by a branding iron, and she was plunged into a state of desperate fear.

Han Yu's lips curled into a smile. He looked at Nan Qiuqiu's terrified expression, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes. He suddenly threw the branding iron into the brazier, where a raging fire immediately engulfed the iron.

"Alright, I was just kidding." Han Yu's voice carried a hint of amusement as he turned his gaze to Nan Qiuqiu, a mischievous glint in his eyes, as if he were enjoying her fear.

Nan Qiuqiu opened her eyes and looked at Han Yu with fear in her eyes. She didn't understand why Han Yu would do this. Did he really want to burn himself with a branding iron?

The next moment, the scene seemed to rewind, as if time had reversed.

Han Yu wrapped her arms around Nan Qiuqiu's waist, and Nan Qiuqiu immediately felt herself being tightly imprisoned in Han Yu's embrace.

Han Yu stared intently at Nan Qiuqiu, her gaze seemingly trying to see right through her.

"ah-"

Coming to her senses, Nan Qiuqiu exclaimed in surprise, quickly breaking free from Han Yu's hand and taking a few steps back.

The way he looked at Han Yu was as if he were looking at some great villain.

"abnormal!"

(End of this chapter)