Douluo Continent: I got the Sharingan at the start!

Fortunately, it was a level four soul tool. If it had been a level five, at such close range without any soul skills or soul tool defense, it might have killed him instantly.

Han Yu smiled.

Looking at the tall building slowly sliding to the ground, he turned to the referee and said:

"The match is over now. If I fire one more shot, he'll be dead."

"Yes, you win."

The referee nodded.

Although the current situation seems somewhat strange no matter how you look at it, the soul tool made by Han Yu is indeed more powerful than Gao Dalu's shock bomb.

I just don't know why Gao Dalou would choose to end the game by self-harm. Did he think he had no chance at all?

Han Yu slowly approached the tall building and smiled, "Brother Gao, are you alright?"

The tall building is still trembling all over due to the impact of the concussion bomb.

It took him a lot of effort to barely manage to stand up.

"What happened? Why did I get hit by my own concussion grenade? What's going on?"

Han Yu chuckled. "You lost. Let's go."

Even after leaving the battle zone, Gao Lou felt dizzy, as if he were walking on a pile of cotton.

After receiving his reward for winning this round, Han Yu said, "Brother Gao, shall we find a place to sit down?"

Gao Loulu said with a wry smile, "Alright, but you're treating. I don't have any money."

"Okay," Han Yu said with a smile.

Yuan Gungun had already arrived and then led Gao Dalou away from the Qingse Hotel.

He had no worries about the stakes; with Chen An around, those were no problem at all.

For him, Gold Soul Coins were just numbers; rare metals were what truly mattered.

However, it's not the right time yet.

Yuan Gungun was unaware of the exchange between Han Yu and Gao Dalou. Seeing that he had brought out his opponent, he couldn't help but feel curious.

But now that she was just Han Yu's attendant, she couldn't say much. The three of them left the Qingse Hotel and headed in the opposite direction from the Mingyue Hotel.

The Golden Hall.

"Good morning. What's the background of that number sixty-six?"

The soul tools he makes are quite extraordinary!

The chief referee called Chen An over and asked in a low voice.

He had originally planned to spend money to buy the soul-guided cannon that Han Yu had just made.

It was clearly a level four soul tool, but it displayed the power of a level five tool.

This is a huge advantage in terms of both materials used and production speed.

This technology could even change the landscape of soul tool manufacturing.

Chen An whispered, "Lord Chen, it's not that I don't want to tell you. It's just that this VIP number sixty-six is ​​someone we can't afford to offend. He..."

At this point, he made a gesture.

The head referee was startled. "Are you sure?"

Chen An leaned close to his ear and whispered something in his ear.

"Okay. Go ahead. Don't let anyone know what I just said to you."

A flicker of fear flashed across the chief referee's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Yes." Chen An chuckled inwardly. How could I let you get in touch with Lord Han? I was hoping he would help me get ahead.

Han Yu led Gao Dalou and Wang Dong'er into a small bar.

Despite its small size, the bar was bustling with noise. Upon entering, a strong sense of clamor hit Han Yu, causing her to frown.

"Fatty, go find someone in charge," Han Yu said calmly.

Yuan Gungun chuckled and quickly walked inside, soon beckoning a waiter over.

"Do you have any private rooms?" Han Yu asked.

"No, it's all full."

The waiter's eyes lit up slightly when he saw Han Yu's handsome appearance, but when he saw Gao Lou, who looked disheveled, he couldn't help but frown.

There was even a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth.

He made sarcastic remarks, "Guest, we naturally welcome you to the bar, but what about the person next to you?"

Although it wasn't explicitly stated, the waiter clearly disliked the building's slovenly appearance.

Han Yu smiled slightly, "Money, do you welcome it?" He waved his hand, and Yuan Gun Gun, who was standing next to him, had already magically produced a bag of gold soul coins and handed it to him.

Han Yu opened the money pouch and shook it gently. Instantly, a series of clinking sounds came from inside.

The waiter's expression immediately changed, and he said with a forced smile, "I'm sorry, esteemed guest, I underestimated you. Please come in."

Although there are no private rooms left, there are still two clean booths available.

Han Yu tossed him a gold soul coin and said, "Find me the quietest place. We need to talk about something."

"No problem." After taking the gold coins, the waiter's face completely changed to a fawning expression.

This isn't a place like the Golden Hall, filled with the darkness of the underworld. It's just a bar; why would Han Yu stoop to the level of a waiter?

Sometimes, using money to pave the way is more effective than using force.

Soon, the three were led to a booth in the corner of the bar. The so-called booth was actually just a seat separated by a few wooden boards.

There are two long sofas and a low table inside.

To be honest, this booth may not look great, but at least it's much quieter than outside.

"Bring me your most expensive wine," Han Yu instructed the waiter.

A glint flashed in the waiter's eyes, and he said, "Okay, please wait a moment, it'll be right there."

Watching the waiter quickly leave, Gao Lou couldn't help but say, "Brother Han, you'll get ripped off if you keep doing this."

Han Yu chuckled and said, "Black? Let them be. Have you forgotten who we are?"

Gao Lou said, "Okay. Let's not talk about that for now. What exactly happened just now? Why was I suddenly hit by my own concussion grenade?"

Han Yu said, "It's just a little trick to make you temporarily confused."

Then you get the direction wrong. In such a narrow passage, if you're slightly off-target, the point of impact will naturally be very different.

If you fire a cannon at the protective shield next to you, won't it absorb all the power of the explosion?

I'm also curious why Brother Gao's shockwave blast comes with a paralyzing ability, but one that's even more terrifying than paralysis.

Not only could it interrupt soul skills, but it also made my blood feel like it had stopped flowing.

Although the duration was short, the impact was considerable.

Otherwise, I probably would have taken down Brother Gao in the first round of attacks.

Upon hearing Han Yu's question, Gao Dalu hesitated.

He kept his head down and didn't say a word.

Han Yu didn't press further; undoubtedly, it was someone else's secret.

"If Brother Gao doesn't want to talk about it, then so be it."

Let's talk about something else.

I heard from Brother Gao during the competition that you have never studied at a formal Soul Master Academy.

"In that case, Brother Gao, it's truly a miracle that you've cultivated to the level of a fifth-grade Soul Master!"

A Level 5 Soul Master is a powerful individual at the level of a Five-Ring Soul King.

The talent and hard work of a young person who can reach such a level solely through self-study and is no more than thirty years old are truly remarkable.

Gao Lou sighed, "Oh well, I guess I'm just unlucky."

When I was a child, it was my father who taught me the abilities of a Soul Master.

Our lineage is all based on a single heir.

It's somewhat similar to a sect, but without the strength of one.

My father believed that he was capable enough to teach me, so he didn't let me attend the Junior Soul Master Academy in the beginning.

However, when I was fourteen years old, I had just broken through to the level of a third-level Soul Master.

My father suddenly died inexplicably.

When we found him, even his internal organs were gone.

The death was extremely gruesome.

My dad is a miser. He doesn't feel comfortable leaving the family's valuables anywhere. He always carries them in a storage soul tool on his person.

Now that he's dead, our house is completely empty and deserted.

My mother died young, and although we had several servants, we had no money to pay them, so I soon became all alone.

Gao Dalou spoke calmly, but his expression revealed that he was utterly devastated and heartbroken.

"Later, in order to survive, I had to put aside my cultivation and start looking for odd jobs in the city."

Originally, as a Soul Master, finding a job wouldn't have been difficult, but whenever I asked someone to supply me with rare metals for training, they would yell at me.

Left with no other choice, I could only do some manual labor within my capabilities to earn a little money to make a living while cultivating my skills according to the scriptures left by my father.

It has been more than ten years, and only now have I barely reached the level of a fifth-level Soul Master.

However, I'm at my wit's end now. At our level, without enough rare metals, we can't keep experimenting or create more and better soul tools. Sigh..."

As Han Yu listened to his story, his expression immediately turned strange; it was the first time he had ever heard of such a thing.

A level 5 Soul Master was actually constrained by poverty.

Despite having other thoughts in mind, he couldn't help but ask, "Brother Gao, don't you have any finished soul tools? With your abilities..."

Even if the materials are of slightly inferior quality, the resulting soul tools should still fetch a decent price.

There should be enough money for your cultivation. When have we Soul Masters ever been short of money?

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Gao Lou's face. "Well... to be honest, I'm not afraid you'll laugh at me, brother."

Everyone in my family has one bad habit: stinginess.

I have fully inherited my father's stingy nature.

I can't bear to sell any of the soul tools I make!

Those are all the fruits of my hard work. *cough cough*

Han Yu's lips twitched slightly. She had been filled with sympathy when Gao Dalou recounted his tragic life, but when she heard him speak of how stingy he was, she realized that there was no such thing as unprovoked misery in this world.

His impoverished appearance is entirely of his own making.

What a stingy soul mentor.

After a slight pause, Han Yu asked, "So, Brother Gao, what are your plans for the future?"

Gao Lou sighed and said, "What else can I do? At least I'm a level 5 Soul Master now, things are different from before."

It's simply a matter of finding a sect willing to take me in and joining them, hoping to acquire some rare metals for training.

brother.

I see that you are very skilled at making soul tools.

He was at least a level 5 Soul Master, and his methods were so orthodox and proper.

He must come from a major sect, right?

Please introduce me to your place.

I don't ask for anything else, just provide me with enough materials.

Then all the soul tools I made belonged to me.

I'll risk my life for you.

Han Yu gave him a meaningful look, then said to Yuan Gungun beside her, "Fatty, tell that waiter we don't need to bring any more drinks. Let's go."

"Yes," Yuan Gungun replied, suppressing a laugh as he turned to leave. He knew his boss was about to start bluffing again.

However, this tall building is not as pitiful as it looks on the surface; it has a very deep mind!

"No, don't go! Brother, we haven't had our drinks yet."

"Even if they're a bit shady, the drinks won't be too bad for a big spender like you," Gao Dalou quickly said.

Just then, the waiter came in with a bottle of pink wine, three glasses, and a bucket of ice on a tray.

"Sir, your wine has arrived. Shall I open it for you?"

The waiter asked Han Yu.

Han Yu turned to look at the tall building, who said:

"Open, open, of course it's open. Hurry up."

As he spoke, he began to swallow his saliva.

Han Yu smiled and said, "Brother Gao, alcohol can numb our hands, and drinking too much can even cause trembling, which will greatly affect our performance. You must be careful!"

Gao Dalou said nonchalantly, "It's nothing, it's nothing, it's just something that happens occasionally."

The waiter opened the wine without hesitation, added three ice cubes to each glass, poured in the wine that just covered the ice, and then respectfully withdrew.

Gao Lou picked up the glass in front of him and downed the wine, which had just been slightly cooled by ice, in one gulp. Instantly, his face became completely intoxicated.

"Good wine, really good wine! It's been so long since I've had such good rose wine."

This is absolutely delicious! Brother, you should try it!

As he spoke, he poured himself another glass.

Han Yu picked up her wine glass and took a small sip. The wine was indeed excellent. A faint rose fragrance accompanied the wine down her throat. The aroma seemed to evaporate on its own, quickly spreading to all her senses as the wine slid down her throat. A warm sensation also spread from her stomach, giving her a refreshing feeling as if every pore on her body had opened up.

What surprised Han Yu even more was that after taking a sip of the wine, the speed at which her soul power circulated within her body seemed to increase several notches.

What surprised Han Yu even more was that he could feel his pupil power and the yang power within his body rapidly merging.

The speed is more than twice as fast as before.

Could it be that alcohol can help him integrate his pupil power and accelerate the fusion of the Rinnegan?

With this idea in mind, he immediately downed the glass of rose wine in one gulp.

This was a serious matter; Han Yu was momentarily stunned.

The warmth from the alcohol intensified instantly, and he could clearly feel his blood flowing faster. The waves of warmth traveled through his veins and were clearly rushing towards his eyes.

In an instant, Han Yu felt a wave of refreshing comfort wash over her. (End of Chapter)