Douluo Continent: I got the Sharingan at the start!

Chapter 39 Impossible, absolutely impossible!

The strongest freshman was Dai Huabin; I had already beaten him up once in the cafeteria before.

Before using the Sharingan's genjutsu, he was still somewhat wary of Dai Huabin's Martial Soul Fusion Technique.

The more mental energy is poured into illusions, the longer they last and the stronger their effects become.

With his current mental strength, he can only temporarily control a Soul Emperor-level expert for one or two seconds.

Her mental energy would then be completely depleted. Last time, Zhou Yi only managed to severely injure her when she didn't use any soul skills.

"I wish I had a Martial Soul Fusion Skill too!"

"According to the theory of Martial Soul Fusion Techniques, the closer the quality of the two Martial Souls are, the more they will sense each other when they meet."

"The higher the degree of fusion, the greater the power, but after wandering around Shrek Academy, I haven't sensed anyone who can resonate with my martial soul."

"Are spirit fusion skills really that rare?"

Han Yu thought to himself, as for the fusion of the eyes and the hammer, he tried to get close to Wang Dong, but there was no reaction at all.

Just as Han Yu was lost in thought, Mu Jin smiled and said, "Don't be careless. As far as I know, besides Ning Tian from our class who is a third-ring, there is also Pi Pi Xiang who is a third-ring, as well as Dai Huabin, whom you defeated."

"I understand, Teacher Mu."

While she may look down on the enemy in her attitude, Han Yu still values ​​others in her heart.

Because of the initial trap, Dai Huabin fell for it. It won't be so easy to fool him again next time.

"Alright, you go and give it a try, let me see your skills."

Mu Jin picked up a white tiger staff, a smug look on her face.

Ning Tian, ​​standing to the side, also looked on with curiosity. As the nominal strongest member of Class 9, she wanted to know if the rumors were as exaggerated as they seemed.

Hearing the commotion, the surrounding students also came over to join in the fun, looking like they were just watching the drama unfold.

"Young Master."

Just then, Wu Feng walked over looking aggrieved, and then glared at Han Yu resentfully.

Ever since Han Yu came to Class 9, the young master's attention has shifted away from her.

Han Yu couldn't help but ask, "What are you looking at!"

"snort!"

Wearing a school uniform that she somehow acquired, Wu Feng crossed her arms, let out a soft snort, and turned her head away.

"Let's begin. Which level would you like to choose?"

"Fourth gear, I want to try and see if I can bend it."

Han Yu became interested. Her current physical condition should be no less than that of a Soul Master. Although she couldn't compare to those Beast Souls, she could still match that of an ordinary Soul Master.

Activating the fourth gear, Mu Jin handed the White Tiger Staff to Han Yu, then slowly retreated.

"Hmph, he definitely can't bend it. This is a soul tool that only a Soul Master can bend."

A hint of disdain flashed across Wu Feng's face as he spoke to Ning Tian, ​​attempting to divert her attention.

"Fengmei, you have to understand that there are always people more capable than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding. What if Hanyu succeeds?"

Ning Tian looked at Wu Feng with amusement, wondering what was wrong with her today; she seemed strange.

I know there are people more capable than me, but that person is definitely not him.

Wu Feng pointed and then spoke.

How do you know it wasn't me?

"What if I somehow manage to succeed?"

Han Yu looked at the slightly bent White Tiger Staff in her hand and realized that no one was paying attention, but Mu Jin, who was standing next to her, had noticed it.

"Hmph! You have absolutely no chance of succeeding!"

Wu Feng put her hands on her hips, raised her head, and revealed her snow-white neck.

Han Yu's eyes darted around, a strange glint in them. "How about we make a bet?"

"Another bet?"

Before Wu Feng could speak, Ning Tian, ​​who was standing to the side, gave him a strange look. Didn't this guy dislike betting? Now he's started betting again.

"What are we betting on?"

As Han Yu had predicted, Wu Feng fell for the trap.

"Let's bet on whether I can bend you. The stake is two thousand gold soul coins. This time, I didn't know the answer beforehand."

Seemingly afraid that Ning Tian would stop her, Han Yu turned to her and said.

"Let's gamble then. Fengmei, let's gamble with him. I don't believe I can lose to you this time."

Ning Tian blushed and gently clenched her fist; she knew what Han Yu meant.

Wu Feng nodded and said, "Alright, we'll take the bet. The loser will pay two thousand gold soul coins, and Teacher Mu will be our witness."

Mu Jin nodded with a smile, then her gaze towards Han Yu changed. This kid, all he knows is how to fool young girls.

"Alright, I'm going to begin."

Han Yu gently exhaled, then assumed a horse stance, pushing her hands forward and gripping the White Tiger Staff tightly.

With a slight exertion, the White Tiger Staff trembled slightly, producing a sound.

"It's bent! It's bent!" the chubby student next to him exclaimed.

"That's incredible! No wonder he's called 'Red-Eyed Fierce Man.' He's much stronger than Wu Feng. Wu Feng was sweating buckets just now and only managed to bend his leg a little." The bespectacled student, habitually adjusting his glasses, also looked shocked.

"A red-eyed thug?"

When did I get this nickname? Han Yu's lips twitched, and she almost gave up.

"Hmph! That's nothing, it's just a slight bend, I can do that too."

Wu Feng curled his lip, somewhat disdainfully.

"A little bit?"

"Then open your eyes wide," Han Yu chuckled inwardly, then suddenly exerted force.

Veins slowly appeared, and his face began to turn slightly red. The White Tiger Staff quickly passed halfway through the crowd of shocked gazes.

"Hmm? It's a bit harder than I expected. Bending it shouldn't be a problem, but let's still give Wu Feng a little hope."

Seeing Wu Feng's slightly open mouth, Han Yu felt a mischievous urge to tease him.

The White Tiger Staff, which was already more than halfway through, suddenly came to an abrupt halt and stopped at that point.

Seeing this, Mu Jin shook her head helplessly, sighing inwardly that he was still just a child.

Wu Feng, who had initially thought he was going to lose, suddenly became happy and said smugly.

"Go ahead and bend it! Why aren't you bending it anymore? You've only bent it halfway. If you don't bend it completely, you've already lost, okay?"

Han Yu's face suddenly flushed red, and she sighed, saying, "Yeah, we're going to lose. This is too difficult. I feel like I'm about to give up."

Upon hearing this, Wu Feng was even more delighted and couldn't help but say, "Hurry up and admit defeat. Only a Soul Master can bend a woman like that. It's not shameful for you to lose."

Snapped!

The sound of the White Tiger Staff bending to its limit rang out. Wu Feng, who had been looking smug, suddenly stopped smiling and stared blankly at the White Tiger Staff in Han Yu's hand, which had turned into a U-shape.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! Only a Soul Master can bend this. My Beast Martial Soul can only bend it a little bit. How could you, a Spirit Attribute Soul Master, be stronger than me?"

Wu Feng shook his head, utterly devastated and questioning the meaning of life.

"It was quite difficult. I used half my strength to bend it. I'm exhausted."

when!

The White Tiger Staff was restored to its original state.

Ning Tian stared blankly at Han Yu, whose face was normal, and knew perfectly well that he had been tricked again.

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