Douluo Continent: I got the Sharingan at the start!

It was regrettable that Lan Ruoruo lost to Han Yu, but at least she was not seriously injured.

The girl in the red dress had her arm severed by Huang Zheng, and even if it were reattached, it would be difficult for her to regain her former agility. This was undoubtedly a huge blow to a Soul Master.

"If you're a man, fight to the end. Don't give up." Ye Guyi stared coldly at Huang Zheng, her tone chilling, as if she were about to unleash the fury in her heart.

Huang Zheng sneered, "You'll have your chance to find out if I'm a man or not later."

"The match begins." Ye Yulin couldn't be bothered to listen to their trash talk.

Ye Guyi lightly touched the ground with her toes, her figure like a wisp of drifting yellow cloud, rapidly moving towards Huang Zheng. Only a shallow footprint was left on the ground, disappearing in an instant.

Huang Zheng slightly raised the giant claw soul tool on his right arm, and three sharp claw blades popped out from the front end, gleaming with a chilling light. Each one was more than three feet long.

The girl in the red dress had lost her arm thanks to this blade of light, and now, in Ye Guyi's eyes, this blade of light seemed to carry a bloodthirsty chill.

The giant claw suddenly swung, and three light blades shot towards Ye Guyi like arrows released from a bow, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound.

Huang Zheng's giant claw soul tool is not only capable of close-range attacks, but its ranged attacks are also extremely powerful.

These three light blades did not fly in a straight line, but spiraled out, drawing tricky arcs from different directions, like venomous snakes surrounding and intercepting Ye Guyi.

This curved trajectory is extremely difficult to dodge; even seasoned Soul Masters would need to expend a great deal of energy to barely avoid it.

Moreover, these claws formed from condensed soul power are exceptionally sharp and contain explosive power. Once they touch a body that is not protected by a soul guide shield, they will cause enormous damage.

Huang Zheng was extremely confident in his soul tool and named it "Soul-Chasing Claw".

After the three light blades shot out, three more light blades popped out from the front of the giant claw. Huang Zheng strode towards Ye Guyi, attempting to form a pincer attack.

Faced with the three swirling blades of light approaching, Ye Guyi remained unusually calm, showing no sign of panic.

She had already witnessed Huang Zheng's battle with her sisters and knew the power of the light blade, especially its explosive force. The girl in the red dress had suffered a great loss because she underestimated her opponent.

Ye Guyi would naturally not repeat the same mistake.

With a flick of her wrist, a long, golden sword appeared in her grasp.

This longsword is about three feet and three inches long, with a slender blade and a width of only one inch. It radiates a dazzling golden light.

The sword is inlaid with seven star-shaped gems, and three core magic arrays are hidden inside the hilt.

Although there are only three core arrays, they are all meticulously crafted using micro-carving techniques. Their complexity and power far exceed those of ordinary core arrays. Micro-carved core arrays represent the pinnacle of craftsmanship in the field of soul tool manufacturing.

Ye Guyi held a long sword with the tip pointing forward. With a gentle flick, a hazy sword shadow appeared in the air.

The sword shadows appeared gentle, yet they contained a powerful sword intent.

She moved with a light and graceful gait, like a butterfly fluttering in the air, weaving between the three blades of light.

"Clang!" A crisp metallic clang rang out as Ye Guyi's longsword accurately struck the first blade of light, deflecting it.

"Ding!" Another crisp sound rang out, and she skillfully deflected the second blade of light.

"Ding!" With a final soft sound, the third light blade was also accurately struck by her.

With three soft sounds, she had accurately struck the three claw-shaped light blades flying towards her three times in a row.

Three sharp claw-like light blades drew sharp arcs in the air before suddenly coming to a stop.

The sharp blade tip trembled slightly, like a ferocious beast poised to unleash destructive energy.

At this critical moment, Ye Guyi's figure suddenly became blurry, as if shrouded in a thin layer of yellow mist.

The mist was light and ethereal, yet it possessed an indescribable speed, drifting forward in an instant.

Her speed was astonishing, almost exceeding the limits of what the naked eye could perceive. She was like a yellow lightning bolt streaking across the sky, her afterimage barely visible, making it hard to believe.

The speed was so fast that it was almost indistinguishable from the legendary instantaneous teleportation, which was truly amazing.

The deafening explosions resounded through the sky. Three loud bangs, "boom, boom, boom," rang out almost simultaneously, and the shockwaves from the explosions swept outwards, as if to engulf everything.

However, Ye Guyi had already moved away from the center of the explosion. Her light figure drew a graceful arc in the air, skillfully avoiding the impact of the explosion.

Because Huang Zheng had been charging towards Ye Guyi, the distance between them actually shortened rapidly after the explosion.

Huang Zheng witnessed Ye Guyi's exquisite swordsmanship and incredible acceleration soul skill, and couldn't help but feel a sense of surprise.

The opponent's strength should not be underestimated, which made him even more vigilant.

However, Huang Zheng was no ordinary person; his own strength was equally unfathomable.

A glint flashed in his eyes, and without stopping, he resolutely walked towards Ye Guyi.

His background in the Holy Spirit Church endowed him with great strength and confidence, and he knew he could never back down.

Ye Guyi's figure appeared even more ethereal and unrestrained, as if she were not bound by anything, her whole body shimmering with illusory light and shadow, like a ghost.

Huang Zheng did not release the light blade again. He knew that at such close range, close combat was the best option.

The two quickly approached each other and eventually met in the center of the playing platform.

Enemies meeting are bound to be filled with hatred.

Ye Guyi's hatred for Huang Zheng had long since penetrated to the bone. With a flick of her wrist, the longsword in her hand suddenly burst forth with dazzling light.

Countless stars twinkled on the sword, dazzling and brilliant, like the most radiant stars in the night sky.

These starlight rays not only emitted a strong light but also had a strong reflective effect, and they were all concentrated on Huang Zheng's eyes, attempting to interfere with his vision and cause him to be temporarily blinded.

Despite Ye Guyi's offensive, Huang Zheng remained unusually calm and showed no sign of panic.

He held the giant claw in front of him, moving it in a peculiar, subtle rhythm.

A pale blue light emanated from the junction of the giant claw and arm, gradually forming a sturdy shield.

The shield was like an impregnable fortress, completely blocking Ye Guyi's sword strikes.

The giant claw sometimes raised high, sometimes lowered to block, perfectly neutralizing Ye Guyi's attacks.

The integration of offense and defense is not an empty phrase.

The level seven soul tool in Huang Zheng's hand not only has powerful attack capabilities, but its defensive performance is also outstanding, comparable to a level six protective shield.

While blocking the sword light, Huang Zheng's third purple soul ring, one of his six soul rings (two yellow, two purple, and two black), suddenly lit up.

The light emitted by this purple soul ring seemed very gentle at first glance, but it faintly exuded a sinister and eerie aura.

Huang Zheng's eyes instantly turned blood red, and he uttered a low, indistinct murmur.

Centered on his body, a faint purplish-black light gradually enveloped the area within a 30-meter radius.

Huang Zheng's deep voice, like a murmur from the depths of hell, accompanied by the cry of "Darkness descends," and the world around him suddenly changed.

The air seemed to freeze, and a chilling aura spread rapidly, like countless tiny ice needles piercing the skin, bringing waves of shivering cold.

The dim light quickly faded, as if swallowed by an invisible hand, and everything around became blurry, as if shrouded in a thick black veil.

Huang Zheng's figure gradually disappeared into the darkness, leaving only a blurry outline, like a predator lurking in the shadows, waiting for its chance to strike.

This darkness is not simply a lack of light, but a strange energy erosion that not only obscures vision but also disrupts perception, making one feel as if they are in a void or ethereal world.

Ye Guyi felt a chill run down her spine, and an inexplicable sense of fear welled up within her. She subconsciously gripped the longsword in her hand, and the blade emitted a crisp hum, as if responding to its owner's unease.

In the darkness, Huang Zheng's martial spirit—the Evil Servant—quietly emerged.

It was a humanoid phantom, entirely black, like a condensed shadow, exuding a nauseatingly evil aura.

The Evil Servant Martial Soul originates from the vengeful spirits of the dead, absorbing the evil energy of heaven and earth, and possesses the eerie power to control darkness and erode the spirit.

Although it is not considered powerful among the martial souls of evil soul masters, its auxiliary ability should not be underestimated. It can indirectly enhance its own strength by weakening the opponent.

At this moment, Darkness Descends is one of the auxiliary soul skills of the Evil Servant Martial Soul. It can create darkness within a certain range, affecting the opponent's vision and perception, and invade the opponent's body with cold evil energy. The effect is even better at night.

Ye Guyi felt that everything went black before her eyes, and Huang Zheng's figure had completely disappeared. She could only rely on her weak senses to barely judge the movements around her.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind swept in, carrying a biting chill. Ye Guyi instinctively swung her sword to block, but only felt the blade slice through the air and did not hit anything.

Immediately afterwards, another gust of cold wind came from the other side. Ye Guyi once again swung her sword to block, but still missed her target.

Huang Zheng's figure moved through the darkness like a ghost, launching attacks relentlessly. Each attack carried a chilling, malevolent aura, attempting to erode Ye Guyi's body and spirit.

Although Ye Guyi could not see Huang Zheng, she used her rich combat experience and exquisite control of swordsmanship to deflect Huang Zheng's attacks time and time again.

The longsword danced swiftly in her hands, its light flashing like streaks of silver lightning, piercing the darkness and dispelling the surrounding chill.

However, the effects of the darkness grew stronger, Ye Guyi's vision became increasingly blurred, her senses became increasingly dulled, and her movements gradually slowed down.

A cold smile appeared on Huang Zheng's lips; he knew his chance had come.

His fifth spirit ring lit up, and the black ten-thousand-year spirit ring emitted a strong evil aura. The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped, and layers of purplish-black mist began to rise from the ground.

The mist, like a viscous liquid, slowly swept towards Ye Guyi's body.

Ye Guyi's figure was originally light and ethereal, like a wisp of green smoke, elusive and hard to grasp.

At this moment, it was as if he was stuck in a quagmire, and his movements gradually became slow and sluggish.

An invisible sense of oppression surged towards her like a tide, seeping into her body and eroding her soul.

Behind her, a hazy yellow halo appeared, a symbol of her soul, which was being torn apart by a purplish-black evil force, as if it were about to devour her completely.

The yellow halo trembled violently, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

The purplish-black light, like a maggot clinging to a bone, tightly coiled around the yellow halo, greedily drawing upon its power.

Ye Guyi's face gradually turned pale, and her eyes began to glaze over. The excruciating pain in her soul was unbearable for her.

She gritted her teeth, trying to resist the erosion, but her body grew weaker and weaker, as if all her strength had been drained away.

Huang Zheng's giant claws, accompanied by a sharp gust of wind, slashed fiercely at Ye Guyi.

The claws gleamed with a chilling light, like the scythe of death, about to reap her life.

A three-foot-long blade extended from the tip of the claw, slicing through the air with a sharp whistling sound, heading straight for Ye Guyi's throat.

A sinister smile appeared on Huang Zheng's face, as if he could already see Ye Guyi's life ending.

His heart was filled with smugness and greed, and he longed to devour Ye Guyi's soul to improve his own cultivation.

"Die!" Huang Zheng roared, pouring all his strength into the giant claw.

A purplish-black light surged and rolled across the giant claw, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, emitting a nauseating stench. This was Huang Zheng's second soul skill, Touch of Darkness, an extremely poisonous dark element.

Ye Guyi's pupils suddenly contracted as she sensed the threat of death. She knew that if she were struck by that claw, she would surely die.

At this critical moment, a resolute glint flashed in Ye Guyi's eyes. She suddenly turned the longsword in her hand, the tip pointing upwards, straight at the sky.

Seven golden stars suddenly shone brightly on the sword, emitting a dazzling light. The intense golden light, like the rising sun, dispelled the surrounding darkness and brought a glimmer of light and hope.

Within the golden light, there was also a layer of holy white halo, like the wings of an angel, exuding a sacred aura. This aura was completely opposite to Huang Zheng's Dark Touch, like fire and water clashing, colliding and producing a violent explosion.

Suddenly, the seven golden stars on the sword shone brightly, and a strong golden light, accompanied by a layer of holy white halo, spread out abruptly.

Behind her, the purplish-black energy that was frantically eroding her soul let out a shrill roar, like an enraged beast.

The roar was sharp and piercing, filled with resentment and unwillingness, as if it wanted to tear everything around it apart.

Then, this purplish-black energy suddenly dissipated, as if driven away by an invisible force, turning into wisps of black smoke and disappearing into the air.

The surrounding darkness melted away as quickly as ice and snow meeting the sun, and light returned. (End of Chapter)