Douluo Continent: I got the Sharingan at the start!

Chapter 48 Shouldn't you pay me back the money you owe me?

A voice rang out, and the tall student from before couldn't help but shout angrily.

He misjudged Han Yu; he hadn't expected her to be only a second-tier player. How could he possibly win? He was doomed to lose. The thought of having to wash her smelly socks for a month made his face contort with pain.

He knew the other person's feet very well; they smelled worse than shit.

"Hey bro, face reality, you're going to be washing my socks."

The student in the yellow school uniform felt confident and chuckled at the tall student.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

On the Battle Arena.

With his eyes covered, Dai Huabin's eyes revealed a cold chill, as if an invisible killing intent was emanating from him.

As the son of the White Tiger Duke, he naturally received extraordinary training from a young age, and had already killed a small soul beast with his own hands when he was young.

Dai Huabin shouted, "White Tiger, possess me!"

A strong, pale white light suddenly burst forth from his body, followed by an instant expansion of his muscles.

His bones cracked and popped, his school uniform was stretched taut, and the air around him seemed to have become frenzied.

Her blonde hair, parted in the middle, had turned black and white, and a "王" (king) character composed of four lines appeared on her forehead.

His hands underwent the most dramatic change, with hair covering his entire palms and sharp claws constantly extending from them, gleaming with a cold light.

At the same time, Han Yu also moved, and crimson Sharingan appeared in her eyes, with three black tomoe spinning around, constantly emanating a chilling wave of soul power.

He reached back with his right hand and grabbed the hilt of the katana, making a "click-clack" sound.

He drew his katana instantly and gripped it in his hand. A cold glint flashed in Han Yu's eyes as he watched Dai Huabin rushing towards him.

With his body slightly lowered, he stomped his right foot and charged towards Dai Huabin like an arrow released from a bow.

The 100-meter distance was covered in an instant. Just as the two were five meters apart, Han Yu raised his katana high, ready to slash down.

Although Dai Huabin's eyes were covered, his basic senses remained. He felt a strong blade coming from above.

It instinctively raised its claws upwards, preparing to defend itself.

Unexpectedly, Han Yu abruptly stopped halfway through the chop, and with the tip of the blade pointing downwards, slashed horizontally at the exposed opening in the abdomen.

"Sizzle—"

The sound of skin being torn apart rang out, and a snowflake drifted in the direction of the katana's strike.

"what!"

With his martial spirit infused into him, Dai Huabin's defense was extremely strong; the katana, which was not infused with soul power, only managed to slash his surface skin.

But it also made him grunt, and his first spirit ring suddenly lit up.

"White Tiger Protective Shield!"

A strong white light shielded him, and the blood that was still flowing from his body slowly stopped.

"White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"

Despite his injury, Dai Huabin dared not be careless and, having lost sight in both eyes, went all out.

His tiger claws grew even larger, and with the enhancement of his third soul skill, his strength and speed both skyrocketed.

"You, who can no longer use illusions, this is the end for you."

Feeling the surge in his physical strength and speed, Dai Huabin sneered and suddenly slammed down with his palm, the speed of which was actually comparable to Han Yu's.

bass!

The three tomoe in the scarlet Sharingan spun rapidly.

A cold smile flashed across Han Yu's face as she said, "Even without illusion magic, defeating you is as easy as killing a chicken."

Despite uttering harsh words, Han Yu remained vigilant, her body moving swiftly to dodge Dai Huabin's attacks.

If Han Yu were to be slapped, even with her physical condition, she would likely be injured.

However, Dai Huabin was not slow either, managing to keep up with Han Yu's speed. Just as Han Yu dodged, Dai Huabin's next attack arrived quickly.

To the spectators, Han Yu was clearly at a disadvantage.

"Is all you can do to run away? Hahaha."

"Faced with absolute power, your petty tricks are utterly insignificant. Accept a crushing defeat."

Dai Huabin suddenly leaped up and rushed straight towards Han Yu, his speed astonishing.

"I don't know when you got the illusion that you would win," Han Yu said slowly, standing still as Dai Huabin lunged at her.

"Resent your pathetic fate of not having the Sharingan."

A soft murmur arose, and Han Yu slowly closed her eyes.

"What?"

Dai Huabin asked a question subconsciously, and then...

bass!

Sharingan!

A mental shock!

His eyes snapped open, radiating a crimson light, and an invisible spiritual energy, like an arrow, shot towards Dai Huabin with lightning speed.

"ah"

Dai Huabin, who was suspended in mid-air, froze, and a sharp pain in his mind made him scream.

"I failed again."

He then lost his balance and crashed to the ground. His vision went black, and his last thought flashed through his mind before he lost consciousness.

Han Yu stood silently in place, speaking in a voice no one could hear: "Who said it's okay if you don't look me in the eye, you idiot."

The fight between the two looked like it lasted a long time, but it only lasted a minute or two.

The middle-aged teacher standing nearby subconsciously rubbed his eyes, then announced, "The match between Dai Huabin from Class 5, Grade 1, and Han Yu from Class 9, Grade 1, is over! Han Yu wins!"

Wow!

As soon as the referee announced the result, the students in the stands erupted in uproar.

The tall male student suddenly stood up, his face flushed with excitement: "Haha, I won! I knew Junior Brother Hanyu was amazing. Sure enough, I was right about him."

Then, as if remembering something, he looked at the student in the yellow school uniform with a mischievous grin; "One month, okay? Don't forget."

"I know, one month is fine. That guy wasn't pretending to be weak, but got killed like a pig, was he? Damn it! And he even covered his eyes? What's he trying to show off? He made me lose for a whole month!" The man in the yellow school uniform looked utterly dejected and couldn't help but mutter curses under his breath.

With a smile, Ning Tian stood up and said, "Han Yu is as strong as ever. Sharingan, what a powerful martial spirit!"

Wu Feng glanced at Han Yu on the stage and followed Ning Tian with a displeased expression.

Beibei, who was behind the viewing platform, stood up and said, "Let's go, Xiaoya, let's go back and cultivate. I feel that Brother Hanyu's strength has increased."

A sense of urgency flashed through Beibei's mind, and he felt a wave of pressure from this junior who was even younger than him.

"Um"

Tang Ya turned around and glanced at Han Yu, who had won the victory. A strange light flashed in her eyes before she followed Bei Bei's footsteps.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

On the Battle Arena.

After the battle ended, Zhu Lu, who had come with Dai Huabin, suddenly appeared on the stage.

Unable to resist, she looked at Han Yu and asked, "What's wrong with Hua Bin?"

Han Yu glanced at her and said slowly, "Don't worry, I've already gone easy on him. He'll wake up in a few minutes. After all, he still owes me four thousand gold soul coins."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Lu breathed a sigh of relief and waited for Dai Huabin to wake up.

After a few minutes.

Dai Huabin slowly woke up, opened his eyes blankly, and subconsciously spoke.

"Where am I?"

"You're still on the Soul Arena, shouldn't you pay me back the money you owe me?"

Looking in the direction of the sound, Dai Huabin saw the handsome face that had caused him to fail twice, staring at him with its scarlet Sharingan eyes wide open and a cold expression.

Everyone, we've finished the previous round, now it's time for the PK! Please keep reading and vote! Keep reading is crucial to whether you can win the PK, and every bit of your support is my motivation!

(End of this chapter)