Douluo Continent: I got the Sharingan at the start!

Unbeknownst to anyone, Huo Yuhao's eighth spirit ring was faintly glowing, emitting a soft golden light that echoed the golden radiance from afar...

Long Aotian's face, which was originally filled with arrogance, was now completely filled with solemnity.

His gaze was fixed on Huo Yuhao. The golden light emanating from Huo Yuhao was like a sharp blade, piercing his soul.

It was a deep, bone-chilling pain, as if it were tearing his soul apart.

Alarm bells rang in Long Aotian's mind. The speed of this golden light was unbelievable, giving him no chance to dodge at all.

He tried to mobilize all his soul power to resist, but found that the golden light seemed to ignore his defense, directly penetrating his protective soul power and heading straight for his body.

In that life-or-death moment, Long Aotian felt no fear whatsoever; instead, a fierce fighting spirit rose within him.

He was confident in his strength, rarely encountering an opponent among his peers, and disdained using the invincible shield, a defensive method that he considered almost an admission of defeat.

As one of the most outstanding young members of the Body Sect, he firmly believes that the power of a martial spirit far surpasses that of a soul tool, and that only one's own strength is true power.

Faced with this unavoidable attack, he decided to take it head-on!

The protective white light on Long Aotian's body was the powerful energy released after his martial soul awakened for the second time, but it was as fragile as paper in front of this golden light.

The golden light easily pierced through the protective white light. The powerful energy exploded instantly like a punctured ball, turning into countless tiny white light spots that scattered in all directions like snowflakes.

Long Aotian let out a muffled groan, his body trembling violently as if he were enduring immense pain.

The white light around him surged violently, attempting to reform into a defense, but it crumbled time and again under the impact of the golden light.

A mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth, tracing a tragic arc in the air. He stared in disbelief at Huo Yuhao before him, his pupils suddenly contracting, his eyes filled with shock and incomprehension.

Why was he forced into such a predicament when his own strength was far superior to Huo Yuhao's?

However, the battle did not stop because of Long Aotian's shock.

After Huo Yuhao emitted that golden light, the purple light and shadow that had been gathered in front of him also dissipated.

His face turned pale, and his body swayed precariously; clearly, this attack had exhausted his strength.

Despite the excruciating pain, Long Aotian swayed and spat out another mouthful of blood.

The blood transformed into countless tiny arrows in the air, scattering like a rain of pear blossoms, whistling sharply through the air. When it landed on the ground, it corroded the hard surface, creating deep, bottomless holes.

Long Aotian felt dizzy, and Huo Yuhao's figure seemed to become blurry in front of him.

He staggered back a few steps, barely managing to steady himself by bracing one hand on the edge of the ring. He gasped for breath, each breath accompanied by a sharp pain in his chest.

He looked down and saw that his chest was stained with a large patch of blood, a shocking sight.

Long Aotian gritted his teeth, trying to calm the surging blood and qi in his body, but he could feel that his soul power was almost gone.

He raised his head, staring intently at Huo Yuhao, his heart filled with shock.

He knew he was injured, and badly injured. Although he hadn't defeated Huo Yuhao, Long Aotian had done the best he could.

Even the second awakening of his original martial soul was used; if you can't win, you can't win. This is a difference in raw strength.

At that moment, a tall figure leaped onto the stage and caught the swaying Long Aotian. It was Yuan Gungun, who asked with concern, "Brother Aotian, how are you?"

Long Aotian forced a smile and said weakly, "I'm fine, I just suffered some minor injuries."

"You said you were fine, but you're still acting tough even in this condition," Yuan Gungun said. "Come on, let me help you down to rest."

Long Aotian shook his head and said, "No need, I want to take another look."

Yuan Gungun wanted to persuade him further, but seeing the determination in Long Aotian's eyes, he had no choice but to give up. He helped Long Aotian to the edge of the arena and made him sit down.

Han Yu observed the fierce battle with unwavering composure. He already understood Long Aotian's strength; though defeated, he was still honorable. Now it was his turn. He slowly stood up, walked to Long Aotian's side, and said softly, "Brother Aotian, you've done your best. Leave the rest to me." His voice was gentle yet firm, carrying a reassuring strength.

Long Aotian was already at his limit, but he still stood tall. Hearing Han Yu's words, he nodded gratefully and said, "I'm counting on you, Young Sect Master." After saying that, he slowly stepped aside, leaving the stage to this powerful successor.

Han Yu patted Long Aotian on the shoulder to encourage and comfort him. Then, he turned and walked to the center of the arena, each step steady and powerful, as if carrying immense force. His gaze met Huo Yuhao's in mid-air, and an invisible fighting spirit permeated between them, as if the air itself had frozen.

On the competition stage, Zheng Zhan, who had just witnessed such a wonderful match, had a hint of melancholy in his eyes. He was moved by Long Aotian and his opponent's fighting spirit, but he still had to continue officiating the match. He coughed lightly, reminding the two players that the match was about to begin.

"You've come!" Huo Yuhao stood on the competition stage, facing Han Yuyao with eyes full of anticipation and fighting spirit. He knew he was about to face an incredibly powerful opponent, but he was fearless.

"I'm here. What? You should know that with me here, this is the end for you." Han Yu smiled slightly, a strange glint in his eyes. His tone was calm, yet full of confidence, as if stating an unchangeable fact.

Huo Yuhao nodded seriously and said, "Of course I know, but I want to see your full strength." He longed to fight against strong opponents, and even if he knew he would lose, he would still fight with all his might. This was his martial arts spirit.

"Let me see just how much we differ." Huo Yuhao's voice was firm and powerful. He longed to find out the gap between himself and the top experts through this battle, so as to continuously improve himself.

"Oh?" Han Yu raised an eyebrow. "You want to witness my full power?" His tone was playful, as if he had heard an amusing joke.

"Alright, let's see if you can force me to use it." Han Yu's voice carried a hint of arrogance. He was confident that his strength was unmatched. Could Huo Yuhao force him to reveal his true power?

Watching the two men reminiscing like old friends, referee Zheng Zhan's lips twitched slightly. This is a competition, not a place for them to chat. He coughed lightly, reminding them, "Ahem, both contestants, take your positions. This is a competition, and the audience is getting impatient." The implication was clear: if you can fight, then fight already, stop arguing.

"I'm really looking forward to it!" Han Yu nodded to Huo Yuhao, then turned and walked away. He needed a larger space to showcase his strength.

Having reached Han Yu's level of strength, Huo Yuhao no longer posed any threat to him. Therefore, he had no intention of killing him. He simply hoped that Huo Yuhao could grow faster under his pressure.

"I will." A resolute glint flashed in Huo Yuhao's eyes. He had now reached the Soul Douluo level. He took a deep breath, adjusting his breathing and heartbeat to bring himself to his best condition.

He refused to believe that even if he couldn't beat Han Yu, he should at least know Han Yu's strongest strength. "Begin!" With the referee's command, the match began.

Huo Yuhao lightly touched the ground with his toes, and his figure shot out towards Han Yu like an arrow. He was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, he had already crossed the distance between the two of them and arrived in front of Han Yu.

At the same time, eight spirit rings rose from beneath his feet. One white, one yellow, one purple, and five black spirit rings of different colors shone brightly behind him, releasing dazzling light. A powerful aura unique to Soul Douluo erupted from his body, sweeping across the entire arena.

In contrast, Han Yu remained remarkably calm and composed in the face of Huo Yuhao's fierce attack. He simply raised his right hand slowly, gently clenched his fist, and an invisible aura emanated from him, rivaling Huo Yuhao's.

Immediately afterwards, seven spirit rings slowly rose from beneath his feet—one purple, three black, and three red. The seven spirit rings swirled and danced behind him, releasing dazzling light that illuminated the entire arena.

The most eye-catching feature was undoubtedly the three scarlet 100,000-year soul rings. They exuded a terrifying aura that made people tremble, as if they were ferocious beasts from ancient times, inspiring fear in those who looked upon them.

"A hundred thousand-year spirit ring, and three of them at that. Another Spirit Saint, and a Spirit Saint with three hundred thousand-year spirit rings..."

Everyone stood up at the same time, staring wide-eyed at Han Yu, who seemed like a god on the competition stage. Their eyes were filled with shock, doubt, confusion, and a trace of fear.

Why would anyone have such a configuration? It's unheard of, unseen, and simply unbelievable!

On the platform, Xu Tianran's body trembled violently. His face was pale, his lips trembled slightly, and his eyes were filled with fear and apprehension.

"This child is terrifying."

He sighed inwardly, thinking that someone like Han Yu would likely become his greatest enemy in the future, and might even threaten the safety of the entire Sun Moon Empire.

Meanwhile, the Imperial Advisor's expression was unpredictable, his brows furrowed and his eyes flickering, as if he were deep in thought.

This reminded him of some unpleasant things from the past, things he had deliberately forgotten. Jing Hongchen, on the other hand, smiled and looked at Han Yu with admiration in his eyes. He nodded slightly, seemingly quite satisfied with Han Yu's performance.

Everyone else, whether contestants or spectators, looked incredulous; they were all deeply shocked by the strength Han Yu had displayed.

On the Snow Demon Sect's side, the Lan sisters' faces were flushed with excitement. Although they had seen it many times before, they still couldn't help but get excited every time they saw the scarlet 100,000-year soul ring.

Huo Yuhao's gaze was fixed on Han Yu, his heart churning with turmoil.

The power of the cold rain had always been a mountain in his heart. Now, he had finally glimpsed the tip of the iceberg of this mountain, only to find that this tip of the iceberg was so shocking and powerless.

The spirit rings that transcended the rules, their power akin to a divine miracle, deeply shook his soul. "Is this what makes you so powerful?"

This question seemed more like a self-reproach from Huo Yuhao.

He desperately sought the pinnacle of power, but his destined rival had already entered a realm beyond his reach.

A cold smile appeared on Han Yu's lips, as if she could see through the shock in Huo Yuhao's heart.

He slowly raised his left hand, his slender, fair fingers pressing lightly in the air, as if he controlled the fate of the entire world.

At the same time, his sixth spirit ring, the crimson spirit ring, suddenly shone brightly.

The crimson light, like a gaze from the abyss, instantly shrouded the entire competition stage in a cold shadow.

"Not good!" Alarm bells rang in Huo Yuhao's mind, and a strong sense of crisis surged into his heart like a tide.

His forward momentum abruptly halted, his body instinctively tensing as he braced himself for the onslaught of wind and rain. He knew that the cold rain's true killing blow was about to descend!

The next moment, a low shout from Han Yu, as loud as thunder, rang out: "Sixth Soul Skill, Polar Blizzard! Prepare for the funeral of winter!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the clear sky suddenly changed dramatically!

The once cloudless sky instantly turned ashen, as if an invisible hand had pulled down endless darkness from the sky.

Immediately afterwards, snowflakes, light and cold, fell from the sky, like countless white sprites dancing in the air.

However, these beautiful snowflakes carry a deadly chill.

The surrounding air freezes into ice crystals the moment it comes into contact with the snowflakes, making a crisp sound.

On the competition stage, the originally hard bluestone ground was covered with a thick layer of frost at a visible speed, as if it were wearing a crystal-clear ice armor.

In just a few breaths, the entire competition stage was transformed into a world of ice and snow.

Whoosh! The biting cold wind had swept in unnoticed, carrying the scent of ice and snow, and raged wildly across the entire competition area.

Large snowflakes, carried by the cold wind, poured down from the sky like a storm, so fast that it was dazzling to behold.

The competition area was quickly swallowed up by a vast expanse of white snow, as if it had become a polar ice field, cold, desolate, and filled with the aura of death.

"It's so cold. Even with my Contra Douluo level cultivation, I can't withstand this temperature?" (End of Chapter)