Douluo Continent, Huo Yuhao who returned from Sekiro

Chapter 708 Brain-Eating, Heart-Gouging, and Chest-Opening

In the audience area, a tall figure stood quietly not far from the competition stage. He slowly uttered two words: "Perfect."

"Perfect?" A stunningly beautiful young woman beside him exclaimed in surprise, "Aotian, in your eyes, is everything perfect?"

Yes, that tall figure was none other than Long Aotian, the strongest of the younger generation of the Body Sect. And the woman beside him was naturally Princess Vina.

Long Aotian nodded solemnly, his voice sharp and forceful, "Yuhao held back. He's much stronger than I expected. If it were a life-or-death battle, even if he were disguised as Hun Tiancan, I would definitely not be his match."

"That Jili made three moves, all of which were truly deadly attacks. Any Soul Master of the same level could have been killed on the spot."

"Brain-devouring, heart-gouging, and gutting—these three moves are hardly something a Soul Master raised in a greenhouse would encounter, let alone all three at once. Even disciples of sects might not escape death if they were to face them."

"Even monsters like Wang Qiu'er and Bei Bei, who are far superior to Soul Emperors of the same level, will not be easy to deal with."

"Only Yuhao not only calmly deflected those three moves, but also..."

Looking at the staff members on the Soul Arena who were struggling to suppress their nausea and vomiting as they cleaned the arena, Long Aotian's voice trembled almost imperceptibly for the first time: "Still so ruthless and decisive."

In the rest area, Zhang Peng, the Scorpion Tiger Douluo sitting at the very back of the Holy Spirit Sect team, had a face so gloomy it could drip water.

He was currently moving his lips incessantly towards the waiting area, seemingly saying something unintelligible.

In the waiting area, a man sitting at the head of the table turned around and looked in the direction of Scorpion Tiger Douluo, nodding slightly to him.

This man was very tall, well over two meters, but appeared extremely thin, like a stick. The black robe hung on his body like a tattered sack.

His movements were noticeably stiff and slow as he walked step by step towards the center of the playing platform. His knees seemed unable to bend.

"Both parties share the same name."

"Soul Palace, Hun Tiancan."

"Holy Spirit Sect, Wang Xiaolei." Wang Xiaolei's voice was somewhat hoarse, somewhat cold, and even carried a strange resonance, quite different from how a normal person speaks.

Others might be puzzled or frightened by Wang Xiaolei's appearance and strange voice, but Huo Yuhao would not be.

Because Wang Xiaolei himself had become an undead creature—he was a skeleton.

That resonant sound is the very soul sound necessary for speaking after the loss of vocal cord and lung function.

Huo Yuhao was very familiar with him, after all, the "Huo Yuhao" who acted as his identity in the Shrek Academy's waiting area was also a similar type of existence.

A hint of excitement flashed in Huo Yuhao's eyes. The other party's existence was very valuable, and might even further advance the Soul Master system that Elder Yi was researching. It was research material delivered to his door, so how could he not take it?

If you do not take what Heaven has given you, you will suffer the consequences; therefore, this is the best course of action.

The soul-guided shield rose again. The Unbreakable Douluo stood in the center of the arena, taking a deep look at Huo Yuhao, who had already walked to the edge of the arena, turned around, and had a mysterious smile on his face.

As a referee, in his eyes, it's not just the Holy Spirit Sect that's mysterious now. The Soul Hall, whose matches he's officiated in many times, has also become shrouded in mystery.

Although Zheng Zhan is a level nine Soul Master, his abilities in martial soul are far inferior to those of a true Title Douluo. However, at that level of cultivation, his insight is naturally much higher than that of ordinary people.

He sensed the perfection that Long Aotian could perceive. But what he felt more deeply was the inner meaning.

"Ready for the match." Although his mind was racing, it didn't affect Zheng Zhan's officiating of the match.

"Both sides retreat."

Huo Yuhao slowly walked to the other side of the arena and stood still, while Wang Xiaolei of the Holy Spirit Sect also walked to the other side of the arena with a stiff expression.

His slow, stiff movements gave him a somewhat frail and elderly air about him.

The audience quieted down again. Although one match can't prove anything, a match full of savagery and power can sometimes be quite different.

Before the match began, most people were not optimistic about the Soul Palace.

After all, whether in the minds of ordinary people or ordinary soul masters, evil soul masters are mysterious, unpredictable, powerful, and full of bloodshed.

No one would believe that an ordinary Soul Master could defeat an evil Soul Master if their cultivation levels were equal.

Although the Soul Palace is powerful, it is a truly moderate faction in the Soul Battle. It has not even seriously injured many contestants, and the rumors of killing them are simply unfounded.

Under these circumstances, the Holy Spirit Sect, which dares to kill its opponents, becomes incredibly powerful. The audience is unaware that the Snow Demon Sect is actually the Body Sect in disguise. In the eyes of most viewers, the Holy Spirit Sect, which dares to kill, may be the most terrifying team in the entire competition.

But now their views have changed slightly. Huo Yuhao proved to everyone with the most violent and direct actions that evil soul masters are not invincible, though certainly terrifying. However, they can still be killed by ordinary soul masters of the same level.

Those who wield the butcher's knife against the weak are not the strong, but also the weak. The strong are strong not only because of their own great strength, but also because of their ability to control their own power.

A heart of a tiger, yet a gentle touch like a rose; a compassionate heart, yet the strength of an iron fist.

Clearly, Shrek Academy and the Soul Hall, under Huo Yuhao's leadership, perfectly fit this description, having not killed any Soul Masters other than Evil Soul Masters in this competition.

It turns out that even evil spirit masters are afraid of death!

Seeing the pale-faced, shocked, and furious evil spirit masters in the rest area, the audience suddenly realized what was going on.

"The match begins."

As Zheng Zhan lowered his right hand, Wang Xiaolei of the Holy Spirit Sect remained standing still.

As his slender right arm rose, rings of spirit energy rose from beneath his feet.

As expected of a powerful sect from the Evil Soul Masters, they also had six soul rings, and six of them in the best possible ratio, slowly rising up: two yellow, two purple, and two black.

Just then, a skeletal hand emerged from the sleeve of Huo Yuhao's right arm and pointed at him as he charged at high speed.

Wang Xiaolei's first spirit ring also shone brightly.

A bizarre scene unfolded. A cluster of white, bony claws suddenly emerged from the hard steel floor, two of them grabbing Huo Yuhao's feet as he lunged forward. The other claws also converged on his legs.

This immediately brought back some unpleasant memories for Huo Yuhao.

Despite it being broad daylight, the sky was already overcast, and the sudden appearance of a large number of bone claws immediately drew gasps from the audience.

What is this thing? What kind of martial spirit is this?!

A deep, shrill sound emanated from Wang Xiaolei's large cloak. His protruding bone claws vibrated with five finger bones, and his second, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth spirit rings produced a strange, alternating flashing pattern.

(End of this chapter)