Douluo Continent: I got the Sharingan at the start!

The close-combat soul tool longsword in Zhao Shouze's hand, which was close to level seven, displayed astonishing resilience. The golden-red blade remained upright in place, the body humming and trembling, as if it were enduring immense pressure.

The rapid-fire soul-guided cannon shell that had been split in two earlier was now unleashing destructive energy.

The golden-red blade split the shell's energy in two, but also changed its trajectory.

Two violent energies, like two fire dragons, slammed into Zhao Shouze.

This underground competition is different from ordinary soul master competitions; participants can only use soul tools they made in advance.

This means that Zhao Shouze was not carrying any trigger-type soul-guided shield.

Even when split in two, the shell still possesses terrifying destructive power.

This force poured down on Zhao Shouze without reservation, and even a powerful soul tool longsword, close to level seven, could not completely offset the impact.

Zhao Shouze's body was instantly torn to pieces by this violent energy impact.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and broken bones flew in all directions, creating an extremely gruesome scene.

His upper body was completely destroyed in the explosion, leaving only his two legs standing alone in the same spot, telling the story of the tragedy that had just occurred.

The long, golden-red sword, having lost its master's support, swayed a few times before finally crashing to the ground with a dull thud.

The light on the blade dimmed, and the blade embedded itself deeply in the ground, leaving a charred mark.

As the aftershocks of the explosion gradually subsided, the entire scene fell into a deathly silence.

The audience was completely silent; you could hear a pin drop.

Although the competition among underground forces has always been known for its brutality, with no rules and no regard for life or death.

But such a bloody scene, witnessing a living person being blown to pieces at such close range, is still hard for most people to accept.

A series of retching sounds rose and fell, breaking the suffocating silence.

In the rest area of ​​the Evening Water Alliance, apart from the calm-faced vice leader, everyone else had stood up, each with a different expression.

Some were shocked, some were terrified, and some were excited.

Even Number Ninety-Eight, who once hated Han Yu and the man in yellow, couldn't help but cheer at this moment.

No one expected that a remote soul tool could be used like this, firing with the muzzle pointed at the opponent. This is simply too awesome!

Using the force of the recoil, the burly man in yellow, who had been thrown backward, landed steadily on the competition stage.

Without even glancing at Zhao Shouze's mangled limbs, he hoisted the massive rapid-fire cannon and turned to walk towards the Xishui Alliance.

"Match 1 is over. Yellow jersey wins."

The sound of the verdict echoed in the arena. Upon hearing it, the burly man in yellow froze, as if he had suddenly remembered something, and stopped in his tracks.

His heavy steps turned, and he walked towards the direction where Zhao Shouze's severed limbs were scattered.

One step, two steps, three steps, four steps, five steps, six steps, seven steps, eight steps, nine steps, ten steps, he finally stopped in front of the bloodstain.

He slowly bent down, his rough, large hand reaching out to grab the blood-stained broadsword.

The blade was heavy, its edge gleaming coldly, as if still telling the story of the fierce battle that had just taken place.

He raised his broadsword, the tip pointing to the sky, his gaze fixed on Ye Yulin, who was slowly descending from the air. His rough voice carried a hint of inquiry: "Referee, shouldn't this spoils belong to me?"

Ye Yulin's eyes twitched slightly as he thought to himself: This yellow-clad giant's fighting style is truly unheard of and unbelievable! So rough, so direct, so bloody, so violent! This is the first time he has ever seen such a fierce fighting style.

However, it must be admitted that this man in yellow has truly amazing talent!

"Okay." Ye Yulin nodded in agreement, "But in the subsequent competitions, you will still only be able to use the soul tools you made yourself."

"Alright," the burly man in yellow replied curtly, slinging the captured broadsword over his shoulder, while his signature heavy cannon rested on the other.

With heavy steps, he stepped off the competition platform.

The burly man in yellow disappeared into the passageway entrance, and staff began cleaning up the bloodstains and fragments of limbs on the competition stage. After the cleanup, Ye Yulin announced again: "The second and seventh place finishers will now enter."

With a thought, Han Yu urged the humanoid soul tool to take a step and walk towards the competition stage.

The humanoid soul tool bent its legs, gathered its strength, and then suddenly pushed off, shooting into the air like a cannonball.

With a loud "boom," the humanoid soul tool landed heavily on the competition stage, its metal casing colliding with the surface, producing a deafening sound.

This all-metal humanoid soul tool, though it looks a bit bulky, is imposing and intimidating.

On the other side, a girl in a blue dress gracefully walked onto the competition stage; she was none other than the blue-dressed girl from the Ordinary Alliance.

The situation of the Aodu Chamber of Commerce is now extremely precarious.

One person was eliminated and another was killed, resulting in heavy losses.

In contrast, although the Ordinary Alliance did not rank high in the skills challenge, all three of their female contestants successfully advanced, which was quite fortunate.

The rhythmic sound of metal scraping against metal rang out, "Clang, clang, clang!" The humanoid soul tool took steps, one step, two steps, three steps, four steps, five steps, six steps, seven steps, eight steps, nine steps, ten steps, until it came to Ye Yulin.

Ye Yulin nodded slightly to Han Yu, indicating that the competition was about to begin.

On the other side, a girl in a blue dress walked gracefully with light, delicate steps.

She walked carefully with each step, her skirt swaying, her figure graceful, like a willow swaying in the breeze, making people feel sorry for her.

Her delicate, pretty face showed a hint of fear and unease, like a frightened fawn, making one want to protect her.

At only eighteen or nineteen years old, she possessed an even more charming and delicate air.

Ye Yulin said loudly: "Both parties have the same name."

"Han." Han Yu's voice was cold and concise, devoid of any emotion.

"My name is Lan Ruoruo." The girl's voice was soft, but trembled slightly. "Big brother, you...you won't kill me like you did before, will you? I...I'm a little scared."

As she spoke, her delicate body trembled slightly, and her pretty face grew even paler, as if she had truly been terrified.

Those large, watery eyes gleamed with fear, making one feel pity for them.

Han Yu remained unmoved by her fear, not even sparing her a glance.

He turned around and walked towards the competition stage with firm and steady steps, without the slightest hesitation.

Beauty was fleeting to him, like smoke in the wind. This girl from the Ordinary Alliance had really chosen the wrong target.

How many temptations has Han Yu experienced?

Snow Empress's aloofness and nobility, Ice Empress's alluring charm, and Autumn's gentleness and thoughtfulness—aren't they all breathtakingly beautiful?

Lan Ruoruo was nothing more than a pawn cultivated by the brothel, the Ordinary Alliance. In Han Yu's eyes, her soul had already been defiled, and this affected performance could not evoke even the slightest sympathy from him.

He didn't even pause for a moment, walking straight to his seat.

A hint of embarrassment and annoyance flashed in Lan Ruoruo's eyes. She had always prided herself on her extraordinary charm, and no one had ever been able to resist her allure. Yet, the man in front of her seemed to ignore her completely.

This made her feel incredibly frustrated, and it also made her resent Han Yu even more.

He's such a blockhead, such an unromantic blockhead! She cursed inwardly, but could only helplessly turn around and return to her seat.

She bit her lower lip lightly, a hint of unwillingness flashing in her eyes, and secretly vowed to make this man submit to her charm.

Ye Yulin took to the air again, this time fixing his gaze on Han Yu. He wanted to see what this young man was capable of, to be so arrogant.

He was determined to see just how far this young man could go.

"Begin!" With that command, Lan Ruoruo moved.

Her toes lightly touched the ground, as lightly as a dragonfly skimming the water. In an instant, she was like a graceful blue butterfly, drifting towards the cold rain.

Her dance steps were elegant and graceful, like a fairy descending to earth, her clothes fluttering and her skirt swirling, like a dream.

Lan Ruoruo started lightly and quickly, her toes lightly touching the ground, stirring up a gentle breeze.

Her long blue dress billowed, the hem undulating like waves, creating a beautiful arc.

She was like a little blue bird, flying lightly towards the cold rain, her speed increasing and her figure getting closer.

As she danced, the unique features of her long dress became apparent.

As her skirt fluttered, her fair skin appeared and disappeared, like a fleeting glimpse of a night-blooming cereus, sparking the imagination.

The unique design of the water sleeves on her shoulders does not completely cover her arms. As she moves her arms, the water sleeves sway, like the shimmering surface of water reflecting the stage lights.

Her fair arms, like tender lotus roots, were even more captivating against the backdrop of her flowing sleeves.

Lan Ruoruo's dance became more and more graceful. Her body spun lightly, and her skirt fluttered like a blooming flower.

Her gaze was focused and captivating, as if she were immersed in the world of dance, forgetting everything around her.

Every movement she makes is full of power and beauty, drawing people in effortlessly.

A short sword was pressed tightly against her wrist; it was completely black and showed no trace of soul power, as if it were one with her.

This short sword is Lan Ruoruo's soul tool.

The smaller the melee soul tool, the more difficult it is to manufacture, especially high-level melee soul tools.

This short sword is undoubtedly a masterpiece among masterpieces.

As Lan Ruoruo danced gracefully, Han Yu also began to move.

He walked forward with heavy steps, one step at a time.

"Clang, clang, clang!" The humanoid soul tool made a metallic clanging sound, which seemed somewhat clumsy as he walked.

He raised his arms, assuming a stance ready for close combat, seemingly waiting for Lan Ruoruo's attack.

Han Yu had no offensive soul tools on her body, only this humanoid soul tool set.

As is well known, humanoid soul tools are powerful, but extremely difficult to control, requiring a high level of mental strength and skill.

Lan Ruoruo did not rush directly towards Han Yu, but instead slowly approached him, like a cat playing with a mouse, testing his reaction.

Han Yu's humanoid soul tool could only clumsily follow her movements, turning around repeatedly, appearing somewhat powerless.

In the spectator stands, Ye Yulin's brows furrowed slightly.

He could tell that although Han Yu's humanoid soul tool was powerful, it lacked flexibility and was far less flexible than the core magic array.

It seems that there is still a lot of room for improvement in this soul tool.

Even so, Ye Yulin was still very interested in Han Yu's humanoid soul tool.

If it could be enlarged and equipped with a large number of attack soul tools, it would be a powerful force on the battlefield.

Ye Yulin thought to himself that even if Han Yu lost this match, it would still be a valuable experience for him. Young soul masters need to experience failure in order to grow better.

Lan Ruoruo's dance steps became increasingly tight, her body like a wisp of drifting smoke, swirling around the cold rain.

Her long blue dress rippled like waves as she danced, shimmering with a mesmerizing glow.

Her waist swayed softly, outlining alluring curves, and every sway of her hips was full of provocation.

Her breasts were partially concealed by her long blue dress, adding to her mystery and allure.

Every smile, every gesture, exuded a fatal attraction, as if it could suck Han Yu's soul into it.

Unfortunately, Han Yu's eyes remained clear and still, without the slightest fluctuation.

Hidden behind the mask, a faint red light flickered in the eyes, like two burning flames.

He watched Lan Ruoruo's dance calmly, as if admiring a work of art rather than a seductive beauty.

Lan Ruoruo's dance steps became faster and faster, her body spinning more and more rapidly, her long blue dress forming a swirling blue vortex around her.

Suddenly, she abruptly raised her long, slender left leg, causing her blue dress to billow high, revealing the lines of her fair and long legs.

Immediately afterwards, her right leg was also lifted, and her skirt swung open completely, revealing her pink and pert buttocks.

This sudden "beautiful scenery" flashed by, leaving one dazzled and mesmerized.

Just as Han Yu's gaze was drawn to this fleeting scene, Lan Ruoruo's body spun like a top, flashing past Han Yu's left side.

Her originally charming and alluring expression instantly turned cold and vicious, her eyes flashing with chilling murderous intent.

Lan Ruoruo's delicate body soared into the air, her hands gripping the black short sword tightly.

Two yellow, three purple, and one black spirit rings shone brightly on her body, with three of them shining particularly brightly, and a powerful surge of spirit energy emanated from her.

The jet-black short sword, infused with soul power, gradually turned into a dark purple, its tip emitting a purple sword light less than three inches long, flashing dangerously like the forked tongue of a venomous snake.

She aimed at the back of Han Yu's head and stabbed down with lightning speed.

This long-awaited attack, imbued with all of Lan Ruoruo's power, was something she had absolute confidence in.

She believed that even a battle-hardened Soul Master would not be able to avoid this fatal blow, let alone the seemingly clumsy humanoid Soul Tool controlled by Han Yu. (End of Chapter)