Douluo Continent: I got the Sharingan at the start!

Huo Yuhao nodded and said, "We absolutely cannot lose the last match. Only if I step up can we save it."

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement; Huo Yuhao was right.

He was the strongest, the strongest among everyone present.

Therefore, it is best for him to play.

No one objected. Huo Yuhao nodded and then walked toward the arena with a serious expression.

Snow Demon Sect's waiting area.

Han Yu's lips curled into a slight smile, and Huo Yuhao finally couldn't hold back any longer.

That's true. If we keep losing, then there's no point in continuing the competition.

"Both parties share the same name!"

The referee saw Huo Yuhao in position and spoke.

"Holy Spirit Sect, Huo Yuhao!"

"Snow Demon Sect, Long Aotian!"

After saying that, Long Aotian looked at Huo Yuhao, who was dressed in a black robe, with a serious expression.

He had a bad feeling; the young man opposite him seemed very powerful, much stronger than him.

"That's impossible. Apart from the young sect leader, there shouldn't be anyone whose cultivation is higher than mine, but this person's aura is much stronger than mine."

He had unspeakable doubts in his heart, but Long Aotian did not ask. He simply nodded to Huo Yuhao and then walked towards the edge of the competition stage.

Regardless of the circumstances, he will definitely give it his all in this match.

Huo Yuhao nodded slightly, then turned around and glanced at Han Yu in the waiting area just before leaving.

He knew that although he could defeat Long Aotian, the truly powerful one in the Snow Demon Sect was Han Yu.

In any case, they encountered the Snow Demon Sect, which means their ranking has come to an end.

However, he didn't really care about the ranking; he just wanted to hone his combat experience.

Both sides stood still, and after the referee gave the order, they began to release their martial spirits.

On Huo Yuhao's side, he took a deep breath, and then eight spirit rings appeared one after another beneath his feet.

One white, two purple, and five black—a total of eight soul rings.

Contra!

The audience gasped in shock.

What they saw was a Contra-level powerhouse appearing for the first time in this competition.

What does this mean?

He's not even twenty years old yet, and he's already reached the level of a Soul Douluo. What incredible talent that is!

On the platform, a deep sense of apprehension flashed in Xu Tianran's eyes. Although the evil soul masters were in his group, their strength had increased too quickly.

It might affect his ruling position in the future.

This is a double-edged sword; if used well, it will be invincible; if used poorly, it will also hurt you.

"Grand Master, this must be your trump card. A Soul Douluo who's not even twenty years old. I'm getting more and more excited for this match."

The Imperial Advisor beside him smiled slightly and said calmly, "Your Highness is right. This is our Holy Son. His talent is naturally exceptionally strong. If nothing unexpected happens, he will surely become a Title Douluo in the future."

"Even Super Douluo!"

Finally, he added a sentence, clearly satisfied with Huo Yuhao's current cultivation level.

"Then I congratulate you on gaining such a great help."

Although Xu Tianran was smiling, Jing Hongchen could sense the chill beneath his smile.

"Hmph, birds of a feather flock together."

Jing Hongchen thought dismissively.

No matter how awesome your people are, are they as awesome as Han Yu?

Just as everyone was shocked by Huo Yuhao's spirit ring configuration, Long Aotian on the competition stage was also extremely shocked.

He hadn't expected his opponent to be a Contra Master.

No wonder he felt the other party's aura was so powerful.

"Looks like I'm going to lose this match, but I'm not someone to be trifled with."

Long Aotian made a silent decision in his heart. As the successor of the Body Sect, although he was now a Soul Saint, he was not someone that an ordinary Soul Saint could defeat.

If he were to use his original martial soul for a second awakening, he might actually be able to put up a fight against Huo Yuhao.

Long Aotian took a deep breath, slightly parted his legs, and firmly planted his stance, lowering his center of gravity. At the same time, he clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking as if popping beans. His eyes were fixed on Huo Yuhao, not daring to relax for a moment, because he knew that in this match, he had no way out; he could only win, not lose.

Huo Yuhao's strength had exceeded his imagination, even making him feel a trace of despair. However, he would not give up. He was the successor of the Body Sect, a chosen one of heaven. He had his own pride and dignity. Even if he lost, he would lose spectacularly. He wanted everyone to know that he, Long Aotian, was not a soft persimmon to be kneaded. He also wanted Huo Yuhao to know that it was not so easy to defeat him.

Thinking of this, Long Aotian's eyes narrowed, and a powerful fighting spirit erupted from his body. A faint golden light appeared around his body, making him look as majestic and domineering as a god of war.

He knew that to defeat Huo Yuhao, he had to go all out and hold nothing back. He had to unleash the ultimate technique of the Body Sect, awaken his Body Martial Soul a second time, and push his strength to its limit. Only in this way could he possibly compete with Huo Yuhao, or even defeat him.

"Evil Eye Purple Tiger Transformation!" Huo Yuhao's voice rang out like thunder. With a low roar, the void behind him distorted, and a huge purple tiger phantom slowly emerged.

The phantom was incredibly lifelike, with each purple hair clearly defined and faintly crackling with electricity. Its blood-red tiger eyes radiated a chilling killing intent, sending shivers down one's spine. This was Huo Yuhao's martial soul, the Evil-Eyed Purple Tiger!

The Evil-Eyed Purple Tiger, a product of the fusion of the powerful Spirit Eye and the Evil-Eyed White Tiger, possesses combat strength far exceeding that of ordinary martial souls. Furthermore, Huo Yuhao's spiritual power far surpasses that of other soul masters of the same level, making his Evil-Eyed Purple Tiger even more formidable. With the release of his martial soul, Huo Yuhao's body began to undergo dramatic changes.

A layer of fine purple hair quickly grew on his originally fair skin. The hair stood upright like steel needles and emitted a faint luster.

Soon, the fur covered his entire body, making him look like a real purple tiger.

At the same time, his hands also changed, his ten fingers became extremely sharp, transforming into sharp tiger claws that gleamed with a chilling light.

Under the sunlight, these purple tiger claws reflected a chilling light, as if they could tear everything apart.

His eyes also became deeper, and his purple pupils looked like those of a hungry tiger. If given the chance, he would pounce and devour you.

On Long Aotian's side, seven soul rings—two yellow, one purple, and four black—rose up beneath his feet, and the intense soul power fluctuations made the surrounding air scorching hot.

The first spirit ring shone brightly, and Long Aotian's body began to expand at a visible speed. His already tall stature grew even taller, and the veins bulged under his skin like writhing dragons, making him look like an iron tower.

The second spirit ring lit up immediately, and golden light burst forth from his body, gradually dyeing his skin with a dazzling gold, as if he were plated with a layer of golden armor, full of visual impact.

The light of the third spirit ring was slightly dim, but it made Long Aotian's bulging muscles even firmer, full of explosive power, like an angry Vajra.

Two hundred meters passed in the blink of an eye. Long Aotian had already rushed in front of Huo Yuhao. He stomped his feet hard on the ground, which immediately cracked and collapsed. Using the force of the recoil, he leaped high into the air, his whole body soaring into the sky like a cannonball.

In mid-air, Long Aotian clenched his fists and swung them downwards. A layer of golden soul power instantly enveloped his arms, and his hands began to deform. His finger bones stretched and lengthened, transforming into two incomparably sharp, enormous axe blades that gleamed with a chilling light.

Long Aotian's arm muscles bulged, and with an unstoppable, ferocious aura, he slashed down fiercely at Huo Yuhao below. The sharp wind cut through the air like a blade, emitting a piercing whistle, and the violent sonic boom resounded throughout the battlefield, making everyone's eardrums ache.

The golden axe blade tore through the air, trailing a long golden tail of flame, as if it wanted to split space in two. With an unparalleled and terrifying power, it slashed down fiercely towards Huo Yuhao's head.

If this attack lands, even if Huo Yuhao is a powerful Soul Douluo, he will probably be decapitated and die on the spot.

However, Huo Yuhao did not panic at all when faced with this overwhelming attack. He would not sit idly by and wait to die. He suddenly made a gesture of supporting the sky with his tiger claws, crossing his claws, as if he intended to block it head-on.

boom!

A deafening roar exploded on the competition stage, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, stirring up a gust of wind that made everyone's clothes flutter loudly.

The first direct confrontation between Huo Yuhao and Long Aotian was surprisingly intense!

Long Aotian gripped the massive battle axe with both hands, its blade firmly held by Huo Yuhao's tiger claws. Brilliant sparks erupted between them, like fireworks bursting in the sky, illuminating the entire arena.

Huo Yuhao's body sank slightly, his legs bent as if rooted to the ground, resisting the enormous force of Long Aotian's downward slash.

His muscles were taut, veins bulging, as if they might snap at any moment. A hint of surprise flashed in Long Aotian's eyes; he hadn't expected Huo Yuhao to be able to withstand his attack so easily.

He roared, his soul power surging, and the light on his battle axe became even more dazzling, attempting to suppress Huo Yuhao.

Huo Yuhao was not to be outdone. His body shone with golden light, and the power in his tiger claws became even stronger, gripping the battle axe tightly and preventing it from advancing an inch.

Two powerful forces collided in mid-air, stirring up visible shockwaves that spread outwards like a tsunami.

The ground of the arena began to tremble violently under the impact of this force. Cracks spread out like a spider web, flying debris and dust. The entire arena seemed to be torn apart by this force.

A terrifying energy surge emanated from the two players, forming a massive tornado that swept across the entire arena. Howling winds whipped up sand and stones, engulfing everything in its path.

The spectators around the arena were stunned by the sheer force of the event and retreated hastily, fearing they might be caught up in it.

The floor of the competition arena cracked and crumbled into rubble under the ravages of the storm, then was pulverized and vanished into thin air. The entire arena resembled an apocalyptic battlefield, filled with an aura of destruction.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene, stunned by this sudden turn of events. They hadn't expected that their first encounter would cause such terrifying destruction.

"So strong!"

"Is this what battles between top-tier Soul Masters are like?"

"That's terrifying!"

A gasp rippled through the audience, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.

Their eyes were fixed on the two players on the stage, their hearts filled with anticipation for an even more exciting duel to come.

"You are very strong."

Huo Yuhao raised his head, staring intently at Long Aotian, and said in a deep voice.

He could sense that Long Aotian's strength was definitely not comparable to that of an ordinary Soul Saint.

He used 80% of his strength to catch the axe blow.

Although Long Aotian had the advantage from above, this was enough to demonstrate his strength.

Upon hearing Huo Yuhao's words, Long Aotian let out a long roar, his voice like rolling thunder, echoing throughout the entire arena:

"Of course I'm strong. If you were at the same level as me, you'd be inferior!"

In terms of language, Long Aotian was equally assertive and immediately launched a counterattack.

Upon hearing this, Huo Yuhao's lips curled into a cold smile, and he said:

"Perhaps," Huo Yuhao's lips curled into a confident smile, a hint of disdain in his eyes, "but right now, I'm a Soul Douluo, which means I'm stronger than you!"

His tone was firm and forceful, each word striking Long Aotian's heart like a heavy hammer: "What you said is simply unfounded, isn't it?"

Before Huo Yuhao could finish speaking, he suddenly exerted force with his legs, and his body shot out like an arrow. The muscles in his right arm tensed, and powerful soul energy surged out, instantly enveloping the tiger claw and emitting a cold, eerie light.

Upon seeing this, Long Aotian's pupils contracted slightly. Not daring to be careless, he gripped the giant axe tightly with both hands and held it horizontally in front of his chest. With a loud "boom," Huo Yuhao's tiger claws slammed fiercely into the giant axe.

A terrifying force surged forth like a tidal wave. Long Aotian felt his arms go numb and his hands ache terribly. His body was involuntarily sent flying backward.

"That's it?" Huo Yuhao stood firmly in place, looking at Long Aotian who had been knocked away by him, and mocked him disdainfully.

Long Aotian managed to steady himself in mid-air, then landed awkwardly on the ground, his face ashen.

"That was just a probing attack; it doesn't prove anything," Long Aotian said in a deep voice, forcibly suppressing his shock.

"Now, I'm going to use my true strength." Long Aotian raised his head, his eyes sharpening, and a powerful fighting spirit erupted from him.

"Let me show you how I, a Soul Saint, can defeat you, a Soul Douluo."

"Hah! Second awakening of my main body's martial soul! Activate!" Long Aotian roared to the sky, his bones crackling and popping as a terrifying aura erupted from him, sweeping across the entire arena like a volcanic eruption. (End of Chapter)