Douluo Continent: I got the Sharingan at the start!

On the competition stage, Number 98 was most aware of the changes in Han Yu's aura. It was a suffocating feeling, as if his throat was being choked. The immense pressure and the chilling, deathly aura made it hard for him to breathe.

He could only increase his soul power output, hoping that his Corrosion Decomposition Cannon would kill Han Yu directly.

As a result, two of his soul rings that amplified his soul power lit up one after another, which enabled him to shatter the black skull in one fell swoop.

Han Yu raised his right hand as soon as he put down his shield, pressed it lightly in the air, and uttered a spell.

He felt his soul power surging rapidly within his body, and his mental energy suddenly poured out.

It felt as if something was simultaneously draining his mental and spiritual power.

A pitch-black door appeared out of thin air in front of Han Yu without warning, and the corrosive decomposition cannon, which was already within arm's reach, blasted into the pitch-black door.

The gate appeared to be only a thin layer, but after the corrosive decomposition cannon was fired into it, it remained completely still, as if it had sunk into the sea.

Immediately afterwards, a piercing howl rang out from the gate. Han Yu flicked his right hand, and the gate landed on the ground several meters in front of him, standing erect for a moment.

A gray figure darted out of the gate like lightning and rushed straight towards number ninety-eight.

It was a human with an iron-blue body, wings on its back, but no head.

This sudden change startled Number Ninety-Eight and made him slightly flustered. He paused briefly in his corrosive decomposition cannon before firing it at the corpse.

"Sizzle—" The ear-piercing sound mixed with the poisonous mist produced by corrosion spread through the air, and the headless corpse only paused in mid-air for a moment in the face of such an attack.

It then crashed into it, completely ignoring the destructive power of the corrosive decomposition cannon.

His body was even more robust than if it were cast in bronze or iron.

The name of necromancy is the Gate of the Dead.

Open a door that connects to another world and summon an undead creature to aid you in battle.

According to the memories Electrolux left for Han Yu, the undead creatures that the Gate of the Dead can summon are roughly between the third and sixth rings of a true Soul Master in the Douluo Continent.

What exactly you summon is entirely up to luck.

The headless iron corpse that could directly resist the corrosive decomposition cannon truly surprised Han Yu himself.

He dared not be negligent and unleashed another necromancy spell.

A transparent gray whip appeared in front of Han Yu, and with a flick of its wrist, it struck the headless iron corpse.

Suddenly, a shrill scream erupted from the headless iron corpse. It could be seen that a beam of light, exactly like the one in the head, was drawn out of the body and then merged back into it.

Death Whip can directly attack the enemy's soul.

If applied to one's own undead summons, it can allow them to level up and fight in a short period of time.

After being whipped by death, the headless iron corpse developed a bronze color on its skin.

They managed to block another shot, and were already within five meters of the opponent.

Number 98 was indeed a little panicked at this moment. He slapped his chest with his right hand, and a white halo instantly burst out from his body.

The powerful impact sent the headless iron corpse flying.

No one could have predicted that the Soul Master Elite Competition would turn out this way, but no one could say that Han Yu had cheated.

After all, the use of Soul Master abilities is allowed in the top six competition. However, Han Yu's Soul Master abilities are far too bizarre.

This is clearly the power of an evil spirit master!

If this weren't a place where underground forces operate, many of the legitimate Soul Masters present would probably have already raised questions.

But this is the Xishui Alliance, and nothing can stop the bet from continuing.

Han Yu rarely uses necromancy, but in this golden hall, only necromancy can completely conceal his identity.

At this point, he gradually became more and more adept at using it.

After being repelled, the headless iron corpse charged forward again, keeping Number Ninety-Eight entangled. Han Yu had already uttered another incantation.

A red halo quietly appeared beneath Number 98's feet. Immediately afterward, the red light surged, and a dark red skull appeared above Number 98's head.

His movements also slowed down a bit.

The Blood Curse.

Delayed necromancy.

Another terrifying aspect of this necromancy is that once attacked, the curse effect will activate, making the injury even more severe.

After completing the spell, Han Yu's chanting became higher-pitched, and the long incantation continued to ring out.

The illusory figure behind him gradually became clearer, and it could be vaguely discerned that it was indeed the image of the Necromancer Saint, the Undead Scourge, Ilex.

Of course, only Han Yu could discern this; to others, it was just a blurry image of an old man.

In necromancy, the length of a spell is often related to its power; the longer the spell, the stronger it is.

A strong sense of crisis enveloped Number 98.

But now he has no way to deal with Han Yu.

The headless iron corpse was too fast. Not only was it fearless, but it also had a body of iron and copper. The soul tools he made in the competition could only repel it and leave some wounds, but he could never really defeat it.

Number Ninety-Eight also understood that to deal with this strange creature, it was necessary to use some special abilities to launch targeted attacks.

But where is he going to find a targeted soul tool to attack now?

Han Yu's lengthy incantation was like a death warrant to him; his expression changed drastically, and Number Ninety-Eight suddenly rolled over.

Having dodged the headless iron corpse's attack, a burst of light erupted behind him, and his soul-guided thrusters propelled him straight toward Han Yu with powerful force.

At the same time, a golden invincible shield activated, and a jet-black dagger appeared in his palm.

Corrosive Disintegration Dagger. A level four melee soul tool that, once hit, rapidly corrodes and disintegrates the opponent's defenses and body until it pierces through them.

Number Ninety-Eight is not only a ranged attack Soul Master, but he also possesses considerable close-combat abilities. He was constantly harassed by the headless iron corpse.

He felt that if things continued like this, his opponent might unleash their next ability and end him.

Therefore, he had no choice but to take the risk.

Seeing Han Yu's actions, she knew that the only way was to get closer to him and interrupt his strange chanting.

With the protection of the invincible shield, even the headless iron corpse cannot harm him.

The headless iron corpse was indeed only strong in defense and strength, and did not have many other abilities. Although it was chasing from behind, it could not stop Number Ninety-Eight, who was accelerating at full speed through the soul-guided thruster.

How big is this competition stage?

As soon as the soul-guided thruster was activated, Number Ninety-Eight arrived in front of Han Yu almost instantly, raising his knife and stabbing straight at Han Yu's head.

What he saw was a hint of regret in Han Yu's eyes.

Then, a huge shield appeared in front of him.

"Swoosh—" A layer of emerald green light instantly rose from the surface of the shield, just as Number Ninety-Eight was still hoping that his corrosive decomposition dagger could pierce through the shield.

He was shocked to see that the dagger he had touched against the shield had melted away and lost its blade.

Immediately afterwards, a circle of white light lit up the surface of the shield, and Number Ninety-Eight's body was blasted away like a cannonball.

The shield is named Absolute Invincible, a level seven soul tool.

It took Han Yu five hours of all-out effort, plus the Guardian Blade of Living Beings, to complete the creation.

It comes with three abilities: bounce, adsorption, and can only act directly on objects; it is ineffective against any energy.

And finally, there's the ruling.

Like the previous two, it can only act on objects.

The Judgment ability, inherited from the Blade of the Watcher of Life, can instantly absorb the life force of any object and disintegrate it.

Its effectiveness on this shield is somewhat diminished.

That means it has this effect on all soul tools below level seven.

It can cause a certain degree of damage to soul tools of level seven or above, depending on their strength.

It can be said.

This shield is like a divine artifact for melee Soul Masters. With it, would Han Yu be afraid of opponents getting close?

The incantation never stopped; after the brief interruption, Han Yu's chanting had lasted for more than ten seconds.

Finally, his chanting ended.

His eyes also turned purplish-black, and the enormous figure behind him paused slightly. Then...

Han Yu raised her right hand and pointed towards number ninety-eight.

Instantly, layers of purplish-black light emanated from Number Ninety-Eight's entire body, and even the invincible shield could not prevent the necromancy from taking effect.

Inside the golden, invincible shield, Number Ninety-Eight let out a loud scream.

He felt as if his body was beginning to melt away from his skin.

Even with desperate efforts to unleash their soul power, they could only slightly reduce the melting process.

After casting the spell, Han Yu's face turned somewhat pale. After these few attempts, he discovered that casting necromancy relied more on his mental strength.

The consumption of soul power is limited.

And mental strength is exactly what he excels at!

Putting aside the level, his current mental strength alone is comparable to that of an eight-ring Soul Douluo.

That's how strong their mental strength is.

After casting that necromancy spell, he felt nearly a third of his mental energy vanish instantly. This demonstrates the power of the spell.

Withering spell, an extremely powerful single-target attack.

It works from the inside out, directly impacting the opponent's mental state.

Ignite the life force within its body, causing a strange elemental change in the life force and its body, thus causing it to melt away on its own.

Regardless of their level of strength, once hit by the Withering Technique, they can only rely on their own energy to resist. If they cannot resist, they will wither and die.

The Wither spell lasts for a full minute!

Seeing that the situation was getting out of hand, the Third Elder, who was in the central VIP room, could no longer stay still. Before he even left, he shouted, "Number Ninety-Eight, surrender! End your ability now!"

With a flicker of light and shadow, the Third Elder appeared in mid-air above the golden hall, hovering there.

Han Yu felt a chill run down her spine. She realized that she had gone a bit too far today. Fortunately, it was all just necromancy.

"Who are you? What gives you the right to speak on his behalf?" Han Yu asked calmly.

If the Third Elder hadn't been concerned about the prestige of the Xishui Alliance, he would have already rushed into the soul-guiding shield. He said urgently, "I am his teacher, and I keep my word. You should end the attack immediately."

"Alright." Han Yu didn't insist. This old man who could float in the air was at least at the eighth level of cultivation, which was not something he could contend with now.

He pointed his right hand at number ninety-eight again, interrupting the Withering Spell.

Number 98 collapsed to the ground, feeling as if his skin had turned into mud, as if it could peel off at any moment, filling him with fear.

In fact, it was just a feeling.

Before his own soul power is completely exhausted, the Withering Technique cannot make him wither directly.

That terrifying feeling is itself part of the Withering Technique; it's a psychological attack on the opponent.

Looking up at the three referees who were already stunned, Han Yu said proudly, "I won. Take what I deserve."

The protective shield was activated, and the Third Elder quickly came to Number Ninety-Eight, helped him up, checked his body, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that he was unharmed.

When he turned to look at Han Yu again, his gaze became strange.

The three referees had already stepped down from the referee's stand, but instead of heading towards Han Yu, they looked hesitantly at the Third Elder.

Just then, another old man came up to the stage. He had previously been known as the Second Elder in the central VIP room.

"Your subordinates pay their respects to the Alliance Leader." The three judges bowed to the Second Elder at the same time.

"Get up, everyone. Hurry up and give the bet to this young friend."

Our Xishui Alliance has always upheld integrity and will never do anything that betrays our word.

This Second Elder, the leader of the Xishui Alliance, had a dignified appearance, with his white hair neatly combed back and his white beard flowing. He wore a kind smile on his face, making him easy to like upon first meeting.

With his words, the three referees dared not delay and hurriedly came to Han Yu, handing him both the Red Dust Blessing and the Dark Azure Dragon.

"No, I can't give it to him. That's my Dark Azure Dragon!"

At this moment, Number Ninety-Eight had reacted. He got up and was about to pounce.

Han Yu raised her right hand and pointed at him from afar.

Number 98 was immediately horrified and dodged to the side.

Han Yu smiled slightly and said, "No this time. A bet's a bet, what? Are you going to renege in front of all these people?"

The Third Elder's face immediately turned ugly. He grabbed Merck, who was still trying to rush over, and slapped him across the face. "Haven't you embarrassed yourself enough? Come back with me."

With that, he led Merck off the stage, disappearing in a few swift movements. (End of Chapter)