Douluo 2: I transmigrated as Huo Yuhao's own sister

Chapter 699 Fire Dragon Girl
The game ended quickly.

In particular, the illogical and interconnected fighting style takes the visual experience to the extreme.

Exquisite yet domineering.

This is especially evident in the calculation of soul power.

In fact, the large-scale release of soul skills does not consume as much soul power as it appears on the surface.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have chosen to take Han Yu away in a one-for-one exchange. Wouldn't it have been better to persevere for one more match and help Wu Feng reduce the pressure later on?
But the moment he came into contact with Han Yu, he made the most rational judgment: this kind of pressure in terms of soul power level was definitely not something that could be brought about by someone who had just broken through to the Soul King level.

Han Yu was the first to land.

Xie Huanyue's tense spirit completely relaxed after hearing "Shrek Academy wins," but his straightened back perfectly concealed the slight bewilderment that suddenly arose after the relief.

As Wu Feng brushed past him, he glanced at him sideways, and his usually irritable and displeased eyes surprisingly held a hint of noticeable admiration.

"Well done," Wu Feng said calmly.

Xie Huanyue looked down at the baby bottle that had suddenly appeared in her hand, gripped it tightly, tugged at the corners of her mouth, and whispered a blessing that melted into the wind.

"The rest is up to you, Vice Captain."

Wu Feng did not stop, but her fiery red hair, which was being tossed about by the wind, seemed to give an answer—did you even need to tell me?

Absolute pride and self-confidence.

"The match begins—" It was Jing Hongchen who started the match with his usual hard work.

A fierce fire instantly ignited in Wu Feng's eyes, and the dragon scales, which were exactly the same color as her hair, gleamed with fangs, spreading from her fingertips upwards, across her arms, shoulders, and throat, until they covered half of her face.

Crimson flashed on the stage.

Wherever they went, waves of heat surged and licked the air, the surrounding temperature so high it was almost distorted.

The second student of Tianjia Advanced Soul Master Academy was also a direct descendant of Tianjia Sect, named Han Song. However, compared to Han Yu's five-ring cultivation, Han Song was clearly inferior.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple.

Four souls hovered around the Heavenly Armor Shield.

Having learned his lesson from Han Yu's overly cautious start, he immediately distanced himself from the end of the arena. With a flick of his right hand, he charged forward, and the third spirit ring on his Heavenly Armor Shield flashed towards him.

"Third Soul Ring, Meteor Fire Armor—"

Strike first!

Sixteen armor plates quickly detached from the main body of the Heavenly Armor Shield.

The dark armor was covered with swirling flames, and the fireballs and meteors swirled and flew around the dark armor, leaving a very faint trail of fire in the air.

It vanished instantly, and when it reappeared, it did so without a sound of tearing through the air, heading straight for Wu Feng's vital points that were not covered by dragon scales, such as his brow, eyes, and temples.

Sixteen fire-armored blades.

Encircle from all sides.

Wu Feng's already fierce eyes brightened even more. The chilling feeling of having her vital points pointed at did not deter her; instead, it fueled the ferocity in her bones.

A deep dragon roar escaped from her throat. Instead of retreating, she advanced, instantly igniting her first and second soul skills.

"First Soul Skill, Dragon's Fire!"

"The second soul skill, Dragon's Wrath!"

The dragon's anger is not as simple as a "humph ╯^╰".

But to put it simply, it's like playing King of Fighters on the street; when your rage meter is full, you can unleash your ultimate move.

Or perhaps it's the berserk mode that a boss in an online game dungeon enters after completing the first phase, with various buffs stacking up—

Defense up↑, attack up↑, all soul skill effects up↑. A surge of flames erupted from the dragon scales covering the dragon, the crimson twisting into a deep purple. The left arm twisted, stirring up the surging fire to bombard the Heavenly Armor Sect disciple. There was no defense to speak of; the main strategy was to fight fire with fire.

A wildly aggressive fighting style.

Only the surging dragon fire, head held high, crashed headfirst into the rapidly approaching meteor fire armor.

"laugh--"

The Meteor Fire Armor that collided with the dragon's fire was actually in a low position of being swallowed up. At the same time, Han Song, the owner of the fire armor, also raised the Heavenly Armor Shield and clashed fiercely with Wu Feng's fist.

"when--"

Sparks fly!

Han Song was forced back a step by a punch, but that wasn't the end of it!
With a twist of his waist, Wu Feng unleashed another punch the instant his first one landed!
"Ta-da!"

The force of the punches was fierce, and Han Song was forced to retreat repeatedly by the unreasonable and brutal blows. Every time he gathered his soul power, he was forced to defend himself by a punch, and it seemed that there was no end to his retreat—

He suddenly thrust the Heavenly Armor Shield forward, then released it and shrank back.

Let this blow land completely.

"boom--"

Han Song groaned, looking as if he were about to be smashed to pieces. The intense heat that penetrated his bones burned him so badly that he grimaced, and the veins on his neck and forehead throbbed.

It's melting! I hate these people who play with fire!
Han Song exhaled angrily, completely forgetting that he too was one of those who "played with fire," but he didn't slow down for a moment because of it. The opportunity gained by his injury was hard to come by again, and his fourth soul skill instantly lit up—

"Fourth Soul Skill, Heavenly Armor Needle!"

Heavenly Armor Needle, a penetrating single-target attack soul skill.

In terms of power alone, it is no less than a ten-thousand-year soul skill, especially its passive lock-on—its unavoidable target acquisition characteristic makes the idea that Heavenly Armor Shield Soul Masters can only be defensive Soul Masters a paradox.

The fighters are ecstatic!
A punching bag that can withstand beatings is important, but what's the difference between someone who only takes beatings and a doormat?
The lineage of Han Song and Han Yu were the pioneers of the Tianjia Sect, but compared to Han Yu, Han Song's breakthrough was even more thorough.

The sixteen armor plates converged into sixteen rhomboid mirrors amidst the clanging sounds, leaving only an extremely narrow rhomboid slit on one of them.

The fire attribute of the Heavenly Armor Shield is concentrated into a single point and shot out. After several turns, the energy converges and finally turns into a dense ball of fire. As it passes through the diamond-shaped gap, it is polished into a compressed and shaped line of fire!

"欻——"

A touch of red between the eyebrows.

Even with dragon fire enveloping him, Wu Feng still instinctively felt a terrifying threat.

Without hesitation, she followed her instincts and retreated, her fourth soul skill surging forth, and her figure vanished instantly.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Dragon Soaring—"

The fiery red dragon swung its long tail, striking Han Song squarely in the abdomen. Caught off guard, the young man was violently sent flying. In the next instant, the fire dragon twisted its body, dragon flames condensing under its claws, and collided violently with the line of fire!

"Om-"

Amidst the thunderous roar of fire colliding, the world fell silent, its beauty fading into a desolate wasteland!

Shrek Academy wins!

After the victory, Wu Feng deactivated her fourth soul skill. Instead of leaving the stage, she used a milk bottle to recover her soul power as quickly as possible.

The third match was largely a foregone conclusion.

The fire dragon girl, who preferred to defeat enemies with brute force, and the purely defensive Heavenly Armor Shield Soul Master did not require her to exert much effort.

Win the game decisively, then concede defeat in the next match and step down.

Zhou Sichen was replaced in third place.

(End of this chapter)