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

Chapter 294 The Blood Armor of the Evil Dragon

As Dai Huabin watched the stalemate in front of him, Yae Sakura's cherry blossom-colored sword light and Siegfried's holy sword edge intertwined in mid-air, and the sparks that flew out were like falling stars, so bright that people couldn't open their eyes.

Huo Yuhao's bloodshot eyes were fixed on him, and a strong sense of unease gripped his heart like vines, making his breathing rapid.

"Next, it's time to settle our old scores!"

Huo Yuhao's eyes suddenly turned cold, the chill even more intense than the coldest ice, like a biting wind piercing to the bone.

He stared intently at Dai Huabin, an invisible mental shock slamming into the other's mind like a heavy hammer—it was the resentment that had been building up for more than a decade, the humiliation in the White Tiger Duke's mansion, the despair when his mother coughed up blood, all of which now transformed into the sharpest mental blade, threatening to tear Dai Huabin's soul apart.

Dai Huabin felt a sudden dizziness, as if countless red-hot steel needles were churning inside his skull. He couldn't help but groan, clutching his forehead and staggering backward, his face instantly turning ashen.

"Hua Bin!" Zhu Lu exclaimed and rushed forward, quickly reaching out to support him as he swayed, her dark eyes filled with anxiety.

"I'm fine!"

Dai Huabin gritted his teeth and growled, forcibly suppressing the excruciating pain in his mind.

He knew that he absolutely could not show weakness at this moment; if he did, he would only be torn to pieces by that madman Huo Yuhao.

"Zhu Lu, attack together! We must kill him today!"

Before he finished speaking, five spirit rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, and black—lit up around him, and the White Tiger Martial Soul suddenly possessed him.

His body swelled by nearly half under the infusion of soul power, his body covered with snow-white tiger fur, each hair standing up like a steel needle. The black "king" character pattern on his forehead shone brightly, and his claws and fangs gleamed with a chilling light. He transformed into a white afterimage, rushing towards Huo Yuhao with a shrill whistle that tore through the air.

Zhu Lu was equally decisive, instantly activating her Netherworld Cat Martial Soul. Her figure became slender and agile, her jet-black fur as smooth as silk, and her eyes shimmering with a ghostly green light.

She was even faster than Dai Huabin, and in a few flashes she had covered several meters and approached Huo Yuhao's side.

Huo Yuhao's third soul skill, "Netherworld Hundred Claws," was suddenly activated. Countless shadowy claws roared out from all directions, weaving a dense and impenetrable attack net. Even the sunlight was swallowed up by these claw shadows, sealing off all of Huo Yuhao's evasive routes.

The two have worked together for many years and their tacit understanding is so great that they are like one.

Dai Huabin launched a frontal assault, his fierce and domineering tiger claws carrying the power to shatter mountains and split rocks, aiming to tear through all defenses.

Zhu Lu attacked from the side, moving with ghostly speed and cunning, searching for any fleeting opening.

This combination of techniques had enabled them to win many battles in the Soul Battle. Now, under the pressure of life and death, they unleashed their skills, making their Soul Power circulate 30% faster than usual, and their power surged even more.

Huo Yuhao looked at the two figures rushing towards him, but his face showed no panic. Instead, a cold smile appeared on his face, a smile that hid a madness that had been suppressed for too long.

His soul power surged beneath his feet, and his figure slid backward several meters like a ghost, narrowly avoiding Zhu Lu's Netherworld Hundred Claws—the claw wind grazed the hem of his clothes, tearing five deep, bone-revealing cracks into the broken wall behind him.

At the same time, he waved his left hand, and a chilling black shadow shot out. It was an ice cone condensed from the ultimate ice soul power. The tip of the cone shimmered with a ghostly blue light and carried a chill that could freeze blood. It went straight for Dai Huabin's face.

"clang!"

Dai Huabin reacted extremely quickly, swinging his claws to block, and the ice spikes exploded into a cloud of ice mist on the tiger's claws.

Frosty ice spread up his arm, freezing most of it instantly, and even the tiger's fur was covered with glistening ice crystals.

Fortunately, he was prepared. At the same time as his martial soul possessed him, he activated his third soul skill, "White Tiger Vajra Transformation." Golden patterns lit up under the tiger's fur, forcefully stopping the spread of the ice. Otherwise, his entire arm would have been frozen into pieces by the extreme ice by now.

"It's now!"

Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Zhu Lu accelerated once more, gliding like a shadow close to the ground, and instantly circled behind Huo Yuhao.

The sharp cat claws glowed with an eerie light, and the five claw shadows were almost in a straight line, viciously grabbing at his back—one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body. If hit, even a Title Douluo would be severely injured, provided that the Title Douluo's defense could be broken.

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Huo Yuhao suddenly turned to the side, clenched his right fist, and concentrated a powerful spiritual force on it. Without any fancy moves, he slammed it hard into Zhu Lu's lower abdomen.

This punch seemed ordinary, with no fluctuation of soul power on the fist, yet it contained power enough to tear the soul apart. It was a perfect combination of mental power and soul power, a self-created soul skill.

Zhu Lu's pupils contracted sharply, and she quickly twisted her body to dodge, but was still hit by the force of the punch.

She suddenly felt dizzy, as if the whole world was shaking, her mind was buzzing, and her movements involuntarily slowed down by a fraction.

"court death!"

Dai Huabin roared and, taking advantage of the moment when Huo Yuhao attacked Zhu Lu, he unleashed his first soul skill, "White Tiger Blazing Light Wave."

A blazing white beam of light shot towards Huo Yuhao like a laser. Wherever it passed, the air was scorched and distorted, and even the pebbles on the ground sizzled.

A red light flashed in Huo Yuhao's eyes, and instead of retreating, he advanced, directly rushing into the range of the White Tiger's Blazing Light Wave.

Surprisingly, the light waves that were powerful enough to melt steel only scorched a few strands of hair when they hit him, and there wasn't even a trace of scorch on his skin.

With a wave of his left arm, a crimson soul force suddenly shone brightly, and a huge ice barrier rose from the ground, like a snow-covered city wall.

Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu, who were rushing in right behind, crashed headfirst into the ice wall as if they had hit a steel wall. With two "thumps," they were sent flying and slammed heavily against the broken wall, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"How can it be?!"

Dai Huabin struggled to his feet from the smoke and dust, spitting out a mouthful of blood that stained the white hair on his chest.

His eyes were filled with disbelief as he looked at Huo Yuhao. "How did you become so strong?"

He couldn't understand why Huo Yuhao had become so terrifying—not only was his recovery ability incredible, but his defense and attack were also ridiculously strong, as if he had become a completely different person.

Although he had lost to Huo Yuhao many times before, he always believed that there were other reasons, rather than that Huo Yuhao was strong enough.

But now, Huo Yuhao has truly defeated him and Zhu Lu single-handedly and easily.

Huo Yuhao slowly walked towards the two who had fallen to the ground. With each step he took, a thin layer of ice would freeze on the ground.

His bloodshot eyes swirled with the pleasure of revenge, his voice low and cold, as if from the depths of hell: "Dai Huabin, do you still remember that child you trampled underfoot in the White Tiger Duke's mansion? Do you still remember your mother pointing her finger at my mother and calling her a lowly servant? Do you still remember you saying 'bastards should stay in the mud'?"

With each word he spoke, the chill emanating from him intensified, as if the very air itself were about to freeze. "Today, I'll show you what it truly means to wish you were dead!"

Before he finished speaking, his soul power surged, and countless ice spikes erupted from the ground, like blooming ice lotuses, layer upon layer, completely sealing off Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu's escape route.

"You...you're that bastard!"

Dai Huabin's pupils suddenly contracted, and the long-forgotten fragments of memory in his mind were pieced together in an instant—that "younger brother" who was as thin as a bean sprout, that bastard whom he had trampled underfoot and bullied at will, who didn't even dare to raise his head.

The blurry features and figure in my memory are gradually overlapping with the "monster" exuding a bloody aura in front of me. The face twisted by hatred is even faintly overlapping with the timid child from many years ago.

The moment the word "bastard" left his lips, a chilling glint flashed in Huo Yuhao's eyes.

He swung his right hand sharply, and three icy blades, chilling to the bone, sliced ​​through the air with a sharp whistling sound, aiming straight for Dai Huabin's vitals.

Wherever the ice blade passed, even the falling dust was frozen into ice crystals.

"Martial Soul Fusion Technique, Netherworld White Tiger!"

How could Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu sit idly by and wait for their doom?

On the brink of life and death, their soul power surged suddenly, and the white tiger's ferocity and the spirit cat's cunning merged in an instant.

A black and white eerie light shot into the sky, and a violent wave of soul power swept out, shattering the ice blade into countless ice shards.

A terrifying aura, comparable to that of a Soul Saint, spread out, causing the surrounding ruins to creak and groan.

Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu's figures gradually merged and lengthened in the light, eventually transforming into a giant white tiger with black and white stripes. It was five meters tall and nearly ten meters long, with black spots adorning its snow-white fur. A wisp of black mist, like smoke, swirled around the tip of its tail. Its vertical pupils flashed with a ferocious red light. This was their trump card, the Martial Soul Fusion Skill, Netherworld White Tiger!
Although the Netherworld White Tiger was enormous, its speed was absurdly fast. Almost the instant it took shape, it had already covered dozens of meters and arrived in front of Huo Yuhao.

The giant hand slammed down with a whistling sound that tore through space. Before the palm wind even arrived, a huge crater had already been pressed into the ground, and rubble flew like bullets.

High in the sky, the blood-red full moon appeared even more eerie, its red light resembling viscous blood, staining the entire area with a strange hue.

A crimson aura suddenly surged around Huo Yuhao, and a berserk aura burst forth from his body, causing the Netherworld White Tiger to instinctively pause in its movements.

A sudden change occurred!

Silver-white hair slowly grew on Huo Yuhao's body, each strand shimmering with a cold light like ice silk, and his ten fingers gradually transformed into sharp claws.

His claws were covered with dark blue ice crystals, and his height increased to more than three meters at a visible speed. His muscles bulged like ice rocks, full of explosive power.

Fine ice crystals condensed between the silvery-white fur, refracting bursts of chilling light.

Sharp, icy spikes, several inches long, sprouted from key areas such as the shoulders, back, and elbows, gleaming with a chilling sharpness.

Its head slowly transformed into a wolf's head, with fangs as sharp as icicles and ears standing upright covered in thick frost.

Its tail grows thick like a steel whip, with a cluster of ice the size of a football at the end. When it is swung, it brings up gusts of biting cold wind, freezing the air into frost.

At this moment, Huo Yuhao was like a frost werewolf who had emerged from the far north ice plains, retaining both human features and the ferocity and coldness of a wild beast.

Faced with the powerful and heavy blow from the Netherworld White Tiger, Huo Yuhao slowly raised his wolf claws, which were covered in ice crystals, and actually used his flesh and blood to catch the giant palm that was enough to shatter boulders.

With a muffled thud, the shockwave spread outwards, and the ground beneath their feet instantly cracked, with spiderweb-like fissures extending for dozens of meters.

Huo Yuhao's scarlet beast eyes burned with terrifying killing intent. On his wolf claws, powerful spiritual energy and extreme ice intertwined and fused wildly, eventually transforming into a lifelike ice wolf energy body.

The ice wolf howled to the sky, its silent roar containing a soul-tearing pressure that even made the Netherworld White Tiger tremble.

"die!"

Huo Yuhao roared, condensing the Ice Wolf energy into his fist, and with a violent will to destroy everything, he slammed it hard into the head of the Netherworld White Tiger.

This punch combined his powerful mental strength with the ultimate ice soul power, possessing both a mental impact that tears the soul apart and an extreme chill that freezes everything.

Under that invisible spiritual pressure, the Netherworld White Tiger felt a sharp pain in its head, and its body became so stiff that it could not move, as if it were firmly locked by invisible shackles, with no possibility of escape.

"Bam—!"

The massive ice wolf energy body slammed into the forehead of the Netherworld White Tiger, producing a deafening roar.

The Netherworld White Tiger let out a painful howl, its massive body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, smashing through countless broken eaves and walls along the way, carving a huge trench tens of meters long in the ground, and finally crashing heavily into a dilapidated high-rise building, making the entire building teeter on the verge of collapse.

The power of extreme ice erupted instantly, spreading along the body of the Netherworld White Tiger. Wherever it passed, its black and white fur was quickly frozen, and even the blood it spat out of its mouth condensed into blood-red ice crystals in the air.

In just a few breaths, the entire Netherworld White Tiger was frozen into a giant ice sculpture, embedded in the ruins. Only its unwilling vertical pupils still retained a trace of life.

Huo Yuhao slowly withdrew his fist, lowered his wolf head slightly, and stared at the ice sculpture with his scarlet eyes. The bloodstains on his silvery-white fur were particularly conspicuous in the moonlight.

His chest heaved violently, each breath exhaling a chilling white vapor, clearly indicating that the previous attack had taken a toll on him, but the fire of hatred in his eyes burned even more fiercely.

"Master!"

Dai Huabin's screams echoed across the battlefield, and Siegfried's expression changed drastically.

He caught a glimpse of the Netherworld White Tiger being frozen into an ice sculpture out of the corner of his eye, and his heart filled with anxiety, causing him to no longer care about fighting Yae Sakura.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

Siegfried withstood several of Yae Sakura's slashes without hesitation.

The blade of the spirit sword, Cherry Blossom Blizzard, drew brilliant sparks across his dragon blood armor, emitting a piercing metallic clang.

Dark red patterns appeared on the surface of the blood armor, which was the defensive power originating from the evil dragon. It actually blocked all of Yae Sakura's slashes, leaving only a few shallow white marks on the armor.

A B+ rank anti-personnel Noble Phantasm, Dragon's Blood Armor, which can defend against a certain amount of physical and energy attacks.

(End of this chapter)