Douluo Continent: It Became Huo Yuhao's Golden Finger!

Chapter 147 Battle against Wu Ming from the Inner Court! The insane Captain America shield!

The newcomer looked around the lecture hall, locked onto Huo Yuhao, and strode over without ceremony, plopping down next to him.

"Wang Dong, you're here too." Huo Yuhao smiled and said, "The pace of life in the inner courtyard is so free, I really like it."

"Ha!" Wang Dong snorted.

Huo Yuhao looked at him strangely, wondering why he was throwing a tantrum again.
During this period, Wang Dong's temper was very bad, making him even more difficult to get along with than when they first met.

Is it because I haven't practiced dual cultivation with him for too long?
"Okay, I shouldn't be running around for a while."

"I promise to cultivate with you every night."

Wang Dong's expression finally eased slightly.

"You said it!"

"If you keep disappearing like this, I'm going to stop talking to you!"

"Humph!"

Huo Yuhao couldn't help but laugh out loud; this threat really sounded like something a little girl would make.

"Da da da--"

Xian Lin'er appeared in high heels, her gaze sweeping casually, but she immediately locked onto Huo Yuhao.

With a slight upturn of her lips, she put away the textbook in her hand.

She clapped her hands, and her soul power rippled along with the sound waves, slightly affecting the meridians of many cultivators.

Let them know the teacher has arrived, and then they will exit the meditation one by one.

Instead of offering any warm greetings, Xianlin'er got straight to the point.

"Today we'll temporarily revise the course and talk about the mutual amplification relationship between Soul Masters and Soul Tools."

"In the past, the inner court's attitude towards soul tools was that they were dispensable."

"But a new classmate has arrived today, and he will definitely shatter your useless notions."

"Yuhao, come up here and show us."

Huo Yuhao suddenly became the center of attention. He scratched his head, feeling a little uncomfortable. Captain America's shield appeared at his feet and slowly flew towards the podium.

That's what it means to put things into practice.

Xian Lin'er then praised, "Yu Hao only advanced to the Inner Court a month ago and is now a five-ring Soul King, but with his Soul Guidance Device, he can easily kill others of the same level."

"A six-ring Soul Emperor can be easily crushed, a seven-ring Soul Saint can still put up a fight, and an eight-ring Soul Douluo could also be killed if he underestimates his opponent."

"And all of this is the confidence that the soul tool gives him."

"Please note that all the above ranks are based on the inner court's combat strength."

This caused many inner court students to gasp in surprise!
So perverted?
"Don't believe me?" Xian Lin'er raised an eyebrow and said, "I'll give you a chance to challenge me. Who will?"

They raised three hands on the spot.

Xianlin'er glanced around and pointed to a woman dressed entirely in fiery red.

"Wu Ming, you are a seventh-ring Soul Saint, come up and give it a try."

"it is good!"

Wu Ming is beautiful and has a curvaceous figure; she is like a ripe peach.

She exudes the charm of a young married woman.

Um.
She must be almost thirty, right?

I guess she's a teacher who stayed on at the school, like Sister Lexuan, and came to listen to lectures and learn.

Wu Ming hopped onto the podium.

Meeting Huo Yuhao's gaze, she instantly sensed his thoughts.

He snapped, "Kid, are you thinking about something bad?"

"Ah, no, senior." Huo Yuhao waved his hand and said, "After all, you are a seven-ring Soul Saint, and I am only a five-ring Soul King, so I feel a little pressured."

"You'd better do that!" Wu Ming said with a sour face.

She's a really sensitive woman; she seems to be getting on in years.

Conversation room.

Xian Lin'er went to the side and pressed the activation button. The wall behind the podium fell down, revealing a vast original Soul Fighting Platform. The podium under her feet was only one-tenth of it.

"Om-"

A pale blue barrier rose, isolating the inside from the outside. Without a word, Wu Ming summoned a crimson bird-like martial spirit, and a surging heat wave distorted the surrounding air.

It's already very close to the quality of the ultimate fire.

but.
"Approaching" means "not yet reached".

Don't even mention that Huo Yuhao is immune to fire; even extreme ice isn't afraid of this temperature.

He raised his hand.

Six Frostmourne scepters hovered around him, while Captain America's shield stood erect in front of him.

He held the sorrow of frost in his left hand and a baby bottle in his right.

"Kid, take this!"

Wu Ming pinched two balls of flame in her hands and threw them over with all her might.

Captain America's shield met the attack head-on, and the two fireballs that hit it didn't even explode; they simply vanished into thin air.

It was as if it had been swallowed up.

In reality, they were dissolved and banished to another dimension.

—The things arranged by the gods inside shouldn't be afraid of fire, right?
Seeing that Huo Yuhao was still distracted, Wu Ming's expression hardened.

"How dare you look down on me!"

"Third Soul Skill: Golden Crow True Fire Ring!"

The Firebird Martial Soul behind him unleashed fireballs the size of human heads, bracing for a barrage of attacks.

But the six Frostmourne swords were faster, blasting all the fireballs apart in a blur of icy blue afterimages.

Wu Ming raised an eyebrow.

"What kind of soul tool is this?"

"Mid-to-short range soul tool - Frostmourne," Huo Yuhao introduced. "Its effects..."

"I don't need you to turn on the water!!!"

Her fifth black spirit ring lit up, with crimson flames rolling around, transforming into a physical firebird, somewhat resembling a smaller version of her martial spirit true form.

"hold head high--"

The giant firebird's wings slashed horizontally like swords, spanning twenty meters to reach Huo Yuhao's head.

But Huo Yuhao remained motionless, and Captain America's shield blocked his movement.

"Dang Cang——"

Amidst the clang of metal, Captain America's shield did not retreat an inch. Instead, the severed wings scattered sparks, only to be swallowed up by Captain America's shield before they could fly far.

The suction was so strong that it even swallowed a fire tornado, which frightened Wu Ming into hastily pulling her hand away.

"What's with your defensive soul tool? It can even absorb soul power?"

"Oh, this is Captain America's shield. Here's the effect."

"No need for you to say it! The Golden Crow's true form!!!"

Wu Ming truly unleashed his temper, his seventh spirit ring lit up, and he transformed into a colossal firebird tens of meters tall.

Fortunately, this circular fighting arena is open to the public, otherwise the ceiling would have been broken through.

Huo Yuhao wanted to test the strength of Captain America's shield, but Frostmourne remained inactive, while Captain America's shield took the initiative to attack.

Unconvinced, it opened its mouth and spewed out a five-meter-thick pillar of fire, which struck the round shield that was less than a meter long, but it couldn't budge the shield at all.
It couldn't even overflow; the pillar of fire was swallowed whole without spilling a drop.

"There's something wrong!" Wu Ming roared, "Is this a level five soul tool? My attack has at least the destructive power of a seven-ring Soul Saint!"

"Oh, this is an eighth-level soul tool," Huo Yuhao said frankly. "By the way, this is also an eighth-level soul tool."

Huo Yuhao raised Frostmourne in his hand, its surface gleaming with an icy blue light.

Armor-Piercing Combined Magic Formation, activate!
"call out--"

The icy blue light flashed and disappeared in an instant, shooting towards the Golden Crow's true form. The extreme ice suppressed even the flames, and the sharp blade and armor-piercing light went straight in, carving a gap in the Martial Soul's true form. Two holes shot out from behind with one cut.

Blue ice spread from the gap, freezing most of its body in just a few breaths before finally collapsing and turning into specks of light.

Wu Ming knelt on the ground, clutching her prominent left breast, her chest covered by a thick layer of ice.

A deep green soul-guiding array appeared beneath her feet, and rich life energy rose up, healing Wu Ming's injuries.

This Soul Arena has very comprehensive functions.

(End of this chapter)