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

Chapter 706 Gatling Gun

"Refund! Refund! Refund!"

The scene was extremely noisy.

The call for "refunds" has finally reached the Douluo Continent.

The shouts grew louder and louder until they were abruptly cut off by a cold aura. "Hmph—" The pressure belonging to the Title Douluo suddenly sank, and the shouts came to an abrupt end.

The group of Soul Masters, who had just been raising their hands and roaring with bulging veins, instantly fell silent like quails, heads bowed and shoulders hunched, not daring to breathe even a little louder.

This is human nature.

Seek advantage and avoid harm.

Huo Yunche glanced around indifferently, his gaze lingering for a moment on the few figures whose expressions remained unchanged despite the immense pressure.

They are likely formidable adversaries.

Huo Yunche cracked his knuckles and made a mental note of it.

Or should we try to poach someone from another company?
I wonder if these people's foothold is secure.
Just as she was secretly making plans, the competition organizers' long-winded discussion finally came to an end: "Of course—"

"The premise of 'no regard for life or death' is that each Soul Master will be given a chance to concede. However, this opportunity is limited to before each Soul Master's cooperative Soul Tool enters the arena for combat!"

"Both sides can observe the strength of the opponent's soul tool to decide whether to participate in the match."

"Of course, it can only be admired from afar, not touched."

"In other words, gentlemen—"

"The time has come to test your eyesight."

"With these rules in place, I hereby announce the commencement of the Mingdu Soul Master Elite Competition, and the Black Market Soul Master Competition, Green Hotel Venue Elimination Rounds—"

"Let's begin!"

"Next match, number 46 will face number 398!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Huo Yunche, who had just won the fourth soul tool competition, froze instantly.

Not again?!
As he raised his arm to knead the baby bottle to restore his soul power, he casually tapped his shoulders, which were sore and stiff from concentrating for a long time. Suddenly, his hand went awry and his head turned mechanically.

A strange "clicking" sound could be heard during this time.

It sounds like the spine protesting from prolonged fatigue from driving—or rather, from hard work.

Even with her composure, she couldn't help but feel the urge to rush up, grab the referee by the collar, and loudly question him about whether such a scheduling was reasonable.

Who has a Soul Master competition that goes on and on like this?!

Even if there are a lot of participants and the schedule is tight, you can't do it like this!

Don't you know that developing soul tools is extremely demanding on mental energy, soul power, and physical strength?!

Huo Yunche sighed, expressing his dissatisfaction with three large exclamation marks. With a look of astonishment and exhaustion from the exertion, he casually smoothed the hem of his black robe and, as he walked, he didn't forget to wipe away the few scribbled emotion symbols by grinding his toes on the ground. He then stepped onto the competition stage again with long, slow steps.

This person?
Huo Yunche narrowed his eyes after seeing his opponent's appearance.

The person in front of me had dark circles under their eyes, and their left side had an unusually long fringe that heavily covered almost half of their face.

There was no vibrant life in his eyes either; they were pale and, at first glance, seemed to have completely lost the desire to be human, leaving only an empty shell, so empty and silent that it was almost like a bottomless pool of stagnant water.

A glint of light only occasionally flashes when touching those "alluring" metals.

Oh my god!
It's a corner that seems like it could be dug up!

But the corner seems a bit inhumane?
Huo Yunche tilted his head, his gaze so intense that even the rather inhuman number 398 was momentarily pulled away from his own world.

However, he did not look at Huo Yunche; instead, his back, which had been straight, became uncomfortably hunched.

"Soundproof shield rises—"

The sudden sound of the machine interrupted the girl's unrestrained gaze. Almost as soon as the sound rang out, Huo Yunche withdrew from the noise around him, and the "boundless" look in his eyes vanished abruptly.

All restlessness vanishes, all distracting thoughts disappear. The world instantly shrinks to the tiny space before your eyes.

The 398-year-old's back straightened up again.

"The match begins—"

The texture of the metal.

The flow of soul power.

The rhythm of carving.

The girl's movements were quick and steady.

Her slender fingers guided a carving knife as thin as a cicada's wing, moving it up and down across the rare metal. She raised her hand, turned the knife, infused it with soul power, and carved out array patterns with precision as if measuring, without the slightest hesitation.

Even every movement could make one hallucinate the human-like, comforting "sigh" emanating from the core formation merging with the metal.

On the other side, number 398 was an anomaly, completely different from her.

He first slowly selected the most expensive rare metal, then used his fingertip as a blade to cut an extremely thin round piece, and then chiseled a hole in each of the four corners of the round piece.

Then he paused, and the next second, he reached into his collar and rummaged around in front of everyone.

He pulled out a slender, long pole from his bosom—a pole that looked like it had been used for a long time and bore the marks of time—with messy, rough edges, and four silver chains lavishly attached to it.

A silver chain fastens a gold plate.

Rare metals are placed on a gold plate, and the knuckles are constantly adjusted on the rod.

Is this a weighing process?
The meticulous contestant, number 398.

That's what the audience thought.

"Time's up—"

Huo Yunche and Number 398 stopped almost simultaneously.

Both of them had fine beads of sweat on their foreheads, and even their lips were much paler than when they were on stage. Clearly, the continuous creation of soul tools in these few matches had been a considerable burden for them.

However, the slight upturn of their lips revealed that they were both in the same good mood.

It was even good enough that Number 398 asked curiously, "What kind of soul tool is that?"

"Well"

Huo Yunche pondered for a moment, then stroked his chin, before smiling and raising his hand, his fingers and thumb lightly touching: "It borrowed a little bit from the Gatling gun, I guess~"

Gatling gun?
A hint of confusion appeared in Number 398's eyes at just the right moment.

However, Huo the Little Fox Yun Che did not intend to explain further. Instead, he smiled leisurely and happily extended his hand in an inviting gesture.

(The kind of smile that shows off a lot of teeth)
(No)
[doge (*)]
No one thought of it.

This battle of soul tools has unexpectedly turned into a clash between super-gravity high-pressure cannons and extreme firepower!

Violent aesthetics!

The ultimate in violent aesthetics!
When Number 398, who had been expressionless, picked up the supergravity anti-aircraft shell he had developed, a look of fanatical excitement and belligerence instantly appeared on his face.

He even grinned and gave a crooked, wicked smile, like Long Aotian.

He shouted, "Hahahahahaha!" (Purely voiced, without any emotion)

He poured all his soul power into it.

The supergravity anti-aircraft shell spewed out a crimson wave of fire from its nose!

The intense heat tore through space, producing a sharp, piercing explosion. In the next instant, waves of fire gathered like a dragon, sweeping towards Huo Yunche with a hissing sound.

"Da da da da da!"