Douluo Unrivaled: The Beginning Materializes the Black Abyss and White Flowers

Chapter 293 Enemies meet
"We...we were separated."

He Caitou said in a low voice, his tone carrying a hint of solemnity.

Just then, a "click" sound of bones grinding came from the alley entrance, and two raiders and one eraser were slowly walking towards them.

Their dark eyes locked onto the two people in the alley, and they let out inhuman hisses, clearly regarding them as their new prey.

Two blazing beams of light suddenly shot out from Karna's eyes, like two red-hot spears, instantly piercing through a hundred meters.

Where the firelight swept by, the air was scorched and distorted, and the heads of the two raiders exploded, turning into a sky full of black particles.

The annihilator, which was attempting to condense dark matter energy into a cannon, also disintegrated amidst the flames.

The whole process was clean and efficient, without even allowing the other party to utter a complete scream.

"Master, should I go find other people, or go over there to provide support?"

Karna withdrew his gaze and looked at He Caitou, the flames in his eyes slowly subsiding.

He could clearly sense the intense energy collisions in the distance, indicating that the fighting on the main battlefield was still ongoing.

He Caitou was silent for a moment, his fingertips unconsciously clenching the hem of his clothes, his knuckles turning white from the force.

The cries of civilians and the neighing of soldiers mingled outside the alley. What should have been annoying him was now like a fine needle gently pricking his already scabbed wound.

"Do not."

He suddenly raised his head, the confusion in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by an almost obsessive determination.

His gaze swept over the layers of rooftops, fixing on the brightly lit area in the center of Mingdu—the direction of the Imperial Palace.

"Let's go to the palace."

The moment he finished speaking, a bone-chilling cold emanated from him, a hatred that had been building up for over a decade, freezing the surrounding air like an ancient glacier.

Karna did not hesitate at all. He simply nodded slightly and stood quietly beside He Caitou, like the most loyal guardian.

No matter what decision his Master makes, he will obey unconditionally. This is his destiny as a Servant and his promise to this contract.

He Caitou took a deep breath and raised his hand to press on the soul tool storage bag at his waist.

The mechanical clicking sounds rang out one after another as meticulously crafted soul tools flew out of the bag and automatically assembled onto his body. The black iron armor covering his entire body shimmered with eerie blue runes, the cannon barrel on his left shoulder slowly rose, several sharp blades popped out from the gauntlet on his right arm, and the thrusters that unfolded on his back spewed out a faint white vapor.

In just a few breaths, he was armed to the teeth, his whole being like a war machine ready to go.

Even if he were to rely solely on himself, as a seventh-level Soul Master at the Soul Emperor level, he would never dare to dream of setting foot in the imperial palace that symbolizes the pinnacle of power in the Sun Moon Empire.

But at this moment, standing beside him was Karna—the son of the sun god. This absolute power finally gave his long-dormant flames of revenge an opportunity to be unleashed.

In my mind, those deeply buried memories surged forth like a flood bursting its banks.

In the dark, damp, and cramped room, the air was so thin it was suffocating.

As a child, he was hidden in a secret room by his mother and watched helplessly as his mother and sisters were killed and executed one by one.

Even until his death, neither his mother nor his sisters betrayed him; they protected him with their lives.

Those images are etched into his soul like a brand, and every time he recalls them, it feels like his heart is being slowly tortured.

He Caitou's body trembled slightly, not from fear, but from extreme anger and hatred.

He clenched his teeth tightly until the strong taste of blood filled his mouth, before he could barely suppress the sob in his throat.

Outside the alley, the streets of Mingdu had long since turned into a living hell.

The cries of the civilians and their pleas for mercy rose and fell. Those who should have been his subjects were now being twisted and shattered under the iron heel of the antimatter legion.

A cold smile curled at the corners of He Caitou's mouth, and an indescribable sense of pleasure welled up in his heart—this was perhaps retribution, the blood debt that the Sun Moon Empire owed him, being repaid in the most tragic way.

As for the civilians struggling in the disaster... there was no pity in his eyes, only a frozen indifference.

In his view, these people enjoy the prosperity that the Sun and Moon royal family has plundered, turn a blind eye to the bloodshed of that year, and even applaud it. They do not deserve redemption.

If it weren't for the need to maintain a facade of peace due to Shrek Academy's reputation as a "righteous" institution, he wouldn't even bother to offer a pretense of goodwill.

"Let's go, Karna."

He Caitou's voice was as cold as ice. The thrusters suddenly spewed out a scorching stream of air, carrying him and Karna beside him like a black lightning bolt, speeding towards the palace that symbolized all his pain and hatred.

The wind at the alley entrance whipped up the bloodstains on the ground, leaving behind two resolute figures whose silhouettes intertwined with the flames of the main battlefield in the distance, reflecting an impending storm belonging to the avengers.

"Master, be careful!"

Siegfried's voice boomed with a chilling sword aura as he moved like lightning, slashing out with his demonic sword Balmong.

This Noble Phantasm, which possesses both the attributes of a holy sword and a demonic sword, now radiates a holy silver light in his hand, clearly having completely transformed into the form of a holy sword.

The blade clashed with the blade of a raider, producing a piercing metallic clang that shattered the blade, which was powerful enough to tear through fine iron.

"Hua Bin, we're surrounded!"

Zhu Lu's voice was filled with undisguised panic. She waved her claws and barely managed to push back the two phantom soldiers beside her. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a trampler that was more than ten meters tall in the distance slowly turning its head and locking its cold gaze on them.

If it weren't for Siegfried's astonishing combat prowess, single-handedly blocking most of the attacks, she and Dai Huabin would probably have already perished under the blades of the enemy's pawns.

Zhu Lu is not a Master; she is simply a participant from Shrek Academy who came with the team.

She had thought this trip to Mingdu would just be a fierce competition, but she never expected to get caught up in such a terrifying killing situation.

The antimatter legion's surprise attack came without warning, and the entire Ming capital instantly became a battlefield.

Dai Huabin clenched his fists, veins bulging on his forehead. He was well aware of how dangerous his current situation was.

Xu Tianran was far too ruthless; this seemingly out-of-control massacre was actually a meticulously planned hunt.

The Soul Master Competition is merely bait to lure the continent's elites to Mingdu. Whether they are the younger generation of the original Douluo Three Kingdoms or the pillars of various forces, as long as they die here, the obstacles to the Sun Moon Empire's unification of the continent will vanish.

Just like Nan Shuishui of the Earth Dragon Gate, Du Busi of the Body Sect, and Xuanzi of Shrek Academy... If all these people were to perish in Mingdu, no one on the continent would be able to withstand the iron hooves of the Sun Moon Empire in the future.

Xu Tianran's madness far exceeded expectations. He was willing to sacrifice tens of millions of Mingdu civilians, even at the cost of the entire Mingdu. This ruthlessness sent chills down everyone's spine.

"Thump, thump, thump..." The steady footsteps sounded from behind, standing out clearly amidst the chaotic sounds of fighting.

A figure slowly emerged from the shadows and stood in front of Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu.

"Long time no see, Dai Huabin."

Huo Yuhao's voice carried a hint of languor, yet it also exuded a chilling aura.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on Dai Huabin, a wicked smile curling at the corner of his mouth, as if he were enjoying the fear of his prey falling into a trap.

"Huo Yuhao?!"

Dai Huabin's pupils contracted sharply, and he subconsciously took half a step back.

Enemies meeting are bound to be filled with hatred, let alone on the battlefield where life and death hang in the balance.

The Huo Yuhao before him was completely different from the taciturn boy in his memory—his blood-red eyes surged with a frenzied killing intent, and the aura surrounding him was cold and eerie, like a demon returning from hell.

"So you're a Master too."

Huo Yuhao's gaze swept over Siegfried, his tone filled with undisguised sarcasm, "However, does a piece of trash like you deserve to have a Servant?"

The moment the words left his mouth, the humiliating memories of the White Tiger Duke's mansion flooded back into his mind like a tidal wave.

Dai Huabin's punches and kicks, the servants' taunts, and the sight of his mother coughing up blood and collapsing in his arms... every scene was like a red-hot iron, fiercely searing his soul.

The bloodlust in Huo Yuhao's eyes intensified, his face contorted slightly with suppressed hatred, and even his breathing became heavy.

“Master, this person harbors deep-seated hostility.”

Siegfried held his sword horizontally in front of Dai Huabin, the holy sword's light growing even more intense.

Although he was unaware of the grudges between the two parties, the almost tangible killing intent instantly put him on guard.

"Kill him! Siegfried!" Dai Huabin ordered sharply, a ruthless glint in his eyes.

He had long wanted to get rid of Huo Yuhao. He had failed to hire someone to kill him and was punished and warned by the academy for it. He was filled with resentment.

Now that Huo Yuhao has been abandoned by Shrek Academy, and given the chaotic battlefield, killing him would be as easy as crushing an ant, and no one would hold him accountable.

The twilight-colored sword energy suddenly erupted, like a bolt of lightning tearing through the darkness, slashing straight at Huo Yuhao's face.

Huo Yuhao instinctively dodged to the side, but still felt a sharp pain in his left arm, and blood gushed out—his entire left arm had been severed at the shoulder by the sword energy, and the severed arm fell to the ground with a "plop," splashing up a spray of blood.

Siegfried's eyes showed surprise, clearly Huo Yuhao's reaction speed was beyond his expectations, but the next moment, the holy sword was once again wrapped with twilight-colored sword energy, obviously intending to pursue.

However, what happened the next second made Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu gasp in shock.

Huo Yuhao looked at the severed arm on the ground, but instead of showing any pain, he reached out his right hand, picked up his severed arm, and pressed it back into the wound.

A bizarre scene unfolded—the moment the severed arm touched the wound, it emitted a faint red glow, and the flesh began to writhe and merge as if it had a life of its own. In just a few breaths, the entire arm was completely healed, without even a scar left.

"This...how is this possible?" Zhu Lu exclaimed in disbelief, her face filled with disbelief.

Even a titled Douluo could never possess such terrifying regenerative power. This is beyond the realm of humans and is practically identical to those werewolves!
"Be careful, Master, he's just like those werewolves!"

Siegfried's eyes narrowed, and an even more powerful twilight sword aura gathered on his greatsword. This time, he would not hold back.

"How long are we going to keep watching this show?"

Huo Yuhao, however, seemed completely unconcerned about Siegfried's attack, and simply called out to someone behind him.

"Sorry."

Accompanied by a clear, cold female voice, cherry blossoms suddenly bloomed, their pink and white petals surging like a tide, carrying a refreshing fragrance, yet concealing a deadly intent.

A girl with cherry-blossom hair and fox ears appeared out of thin air, holding a katana that was also tinged with cherry blossom color, and accurately blocked Huo Yuhao's path.

"clang--!"

The spirit blade Cherry Blossom Blizzard clashed fiercely with the holy sword Balmong, the sword energy and blade light intertwining to form a violent storm that instantly tore apart the surrounding phantom soldiers.

The shockwave spread outwards, cracking the ground in a spiderweb-like pattern. Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu were jolted backwards, nearly losing their footing.

Yae Sakura frowned slightly, her heart filled with helplessness.

She didn't want to get involved in this conflict, much less help someone like Huo Yuhao, but her contract with Tang Ya had already bound their fates together—if Huo Yuhao died here, Tang Ya would most likely also perish, and as a follower, she would naturally dissipate as well.

She cannot disappear yet.

She hadn't seen the Holy Grail yet, nor had she confirmed whether it could grant her wish. She wanted to see Karen again, even if it was just once, even if it was just a fleeting illusion, she was willing to give everything for it.

"Servant?!"

Siegfried's eyes narrowed, and green lightning instantly enveloped his body. He suddenly tightened his grip on the sword hilt, causing the holy sword to burst into an even more dazzling light, actually forcing Sakura Fubuki to bend slightly.

A red light flashed in Yae Sakura's eyes, and cherry-colored energy swirled around her, causing the sword to hum and unleash even greater power.

The two weapons clashed fiercely in mid-air, each exchange unleashing a burst of violent energy that distorted the surrounding space. Even the trampling beings in the distance were stunned by this powerful force and temporarily halted their advance.

Huo Yuhao stood behind Yae Sakura, watching the fierce battle before him, his smile growing increasingly sinister.

He slowly turned his head to look at the figure that had quietly emerged from the shadows. The Command Seal on the back of Tang Ya's hand was emitting an eerie red light—this was his true source of confidence.

Otherwise, why would he dare to show up and stop Dai Huabin even though he knew that Dai Huabin was protected by his followers?

The answer is simple—Yae Sakura, this pawn, had already been included in his calculations.

As long as Tang Ya remains firmly under the control of the Holy Spirit Cult, Yae Sakura will be unable to break free from the shackles of the contract. Even if she is unwilling in her heart, and even if she does not put in her full effort during battle, she must obey orders and take action.

It would be truly foolish to leave such a top-tier Servant unused.

Just like now, when Hu Lei went to cause trouble for Jing Yuan, Yae Sakura happened to become the most useful pawn in his hands, stopping Siegfried for him.

Huo Yuhao's plan was shrewd. He never intended for Yae Sakura to defeat this dragon-slaying hero. As long as he could hold her off for a moment, giving her time to deal with Dai Huabin, that would be enough.

(End of this chapter)