Douluo Continent: The Cataclysm of the Dead - Huo Yuhao

He lost to his opponent because of the special nature of his martial soul, but he only wanted to prove that he could defeat or break through the defense of a great soul master when he was at full strength, in order to prove his ability.

As he began channeling his soul power into the super-energy-concentrating soul-guided cannon, he felt his soul power rapidly dwindling, exceeding half its capacity in the blink of an eye. He then took out a baby bottle and quickly began replenishing his soul power.

At this moment, all he hoped for was that the super-energy-concentrating soul-guided cannon on his shoulder could be fired.

As the super-energy-concentrating soul-guided cannon continued to drain his soul power, he felt that his soul power was almost depleted, and even the soul power provided by the milk bottle was being consumed in a precarious state.

With his energy levels already nearing exhaustion, the air around him, or rather the air on the entire competition stage, became unbearably hot.

Before he could fully charge up his energy, the scorching temperature had already turned the clothes on his shoulders to ashes, and the skin on his shoulders was enduring the intense burning pain.

Countless bubbles are created in an instant, and then disappear just as quickly.

However, it still did not completely defeat Ma Rulong's will.

As the super-energy cannon instantly turned completely incandescent, an indescribable sense of terror permeated the entire competition stage.

Seeing this, Tianmeng dared not be careless in the slightest. Under his control, the boundless life force from the Eye of Life transformed into pure golden light, completely enveloping Huo Yuhao.

A magnificent white light appeared on the arena. It wasn't a pillar of light, but a white sphere. The instant it was launched, a cross mark was placed on Huo Yuhao's body. No matter how his body moved, the cross mark followed.

When the white orb of light flew out of the super-energy cannon, the entire arena twisted eerily. To the spectators outside, the scene on the arena seemed to blur instantly, and everything became indistinct.

Even the air itself gradually became distorted.

This scene also made Kong Deming on the podium turn completely pale.

He couldn't understand why Huo Yuhao would accept this attack.

It should be noted that the super-energy-concentrating soul-guided cannon on Ma Rulong's shoulder at this moment cannot be considered a real product, but only a semi-finished product.

The power it can unleash is at least on par with a Soul King's full-force attack.

The most crucial weapon is the Super Energy Soul Guided Cannon, because of its unique penetrating power, it can even ignore almost all defenses.

Therefore, this was the first time Kong Deming had felt a slight dissatisfaction with Huo Yuhao's risky behavior. However, after thinking about the soul tool on Huo Yuhao's body, this worry gradually dissipated.

"Boom!"

Beneath this terrifyingly hot sphere of light, even the golden light that Tianmeng was so proud of and which had always been invincible was gradually crumbling.

That's not just a superficial appearance, or a sign of a potential rebound; it's a sign that things are genuinely reaching their breaking point.

From a distance, the arena had become dazzlingly beautiful. The deep yellow of the protective shield surrounding the arena had even turned gold. The expressions of the 108 Soul Masters all appeared somewhat solemn.

This kind of thing is generally only found in the military.

As time continued, under the terrifyingly hot white sphere of the Super Energy Soul Guided Cannon, Huo Yuhao's proud golden shield, the shield of life reflection, gradually crumbled until it was completely reduced to fragments.

At that moment, Huo Yuhao felt extremely weak all over.

Immediately afterwards, a silver light almost perfectly connected with the golden protective shield.

While enveloping Huo Yuhao once again, it also completely blocked the blazing white light sphere.

The referee, who was already possessed by a martial spirit and was just one hand away from interfering with the match, breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

After all, he knew Huo Yuhao's identity; he was Master Kong's disciple.

Huo Yuhao looked at Ma Rulong, who was almost lying on the ground panting.

A hint of sadness flashed in the other person's eyes, and he, after taking a deep breath, simply didn't hide it.

"This isn't an ordinary defensive soul tool; it was a gift from Elder Kong for self-defense. I originally thought I would never use it in this competition, but you actually did it..."

Ma Rulong, who had initially felt despair and defeat because even using the Super Energy Soul Guidance Cannon, he couldn't break through Huo Yuhao's defense, suddenly brightened up upon hearing that the soul tool Huo Yuhao had just used was a gift from Elder Kong.

How could a soul-guided device bestowed by Master Kong be an ordinary object?

At least he proved that he could indeed break through Huo Yuhao's defenses if he put all his strength into it.

Ma Rulong's voice was slightly hoarse, but there was no frustration in it, but rather a sense of relief.

"Huo Yuhao, you're a monster. You win."

Chapter 68 The Undercurrents Before the Finals

For Ma Rulong, he had willingly admitted defeat, since he had indeed lost.

Moreover, this is based on the premise that the other party allows him to fight, so it is very reasonable for the other party to have a life-saving soul tool.

With Huo Yuhao's victory, his name was being cheered on the competition stage.

Regarding the Junior Prodigy Competition, that final match.

It was set up three days later, in a magnificent building near the palace, once the personnel had settled in.

A handsome man in a wheelchair is looking into the distance. His eyes seem to hold a gentle smile, but in the next instant, they turn into endless complex emotions.

Seemingly sensing something, he spoke softly.

"Master, in the final, even if he has to admit defeat, he must lose."

"Hehehe... Your Highness, why has Lin Zheng suddenly changed his mind?"

As a slightly sinister laugh rang out, wisps of black smoke gradually materialized in the dark corner. As the space fluctuated, a figure slowly appeared behind Xu Tianran.

When Xu Tianran turned around, there was no fear in his eyes, but rather a hint of helplessness.

“Master, you should have seen the current situation. I have not yet fully seized power. This is not only what I asked you to do, but also an order personally given by Father Emperor.”

Upon hearing this, a sinister glint flashed in Zhongli Wu's eyes.

It should be noted that before he became the leader of the church, he had some understanding of the emperor, who had cooperated with their Holy Church before, but was ultimately discarded after being used.

However, this led the Holy Spirit Cult to set its sights directly on the royal family of the Sun and Moon Empire.

After all, it's good that the other party has ambition; what they fear is that the other party has no ambition.

Because only those with ambition can be easily controlled, and Xu Tianran happened to be one of the best opportunities they had been waiting for—a paralyzed prince.

He is the perfect puppet in the eyes of the Holy Spirit Cult.

Zhongli Wu's expression was unreadable. After a brief moment of hesitation, he finally spoke softly.

"Heh, it's just a hollow reputation. I'll make him admit defeat on his own when the time comes."

Upon hearing this assurance, Xu Tianran's smile became more sincere, and he felt as if a weight had finally been lifted from his shoulders.

After all, if this matter is not handled properly, his father, the emperor, has given him a death order.

The implication in those words was clear: his position as crown prince would be abruptly and forcibly revoked.

After all, the other party once said that he couldn't even manage his own dogs.

How could he truly ascend the throne?

Xu Tianran naturally knew that, in his father's description, the Holy Spirit Cult was nothing more than a vicious dog. But to be fair, for him...

It doesn't matter who wins the championship; what he needs is the throne, to wage war, to become the greatest emperor of all time.

For this, a price must be paid; the well-being of the people is nothing but an illusion.

History is ultimately written by the victors.

Just then, Zhongliwu, who was about to disappear, seemed to stop, and his voice suddenly rang out.

"By the way, that child is very talented. Could you and that Kong Deming please give him to us? We are willing to pay any price."

The moment he finished speaking, Xu Tianran's smile almost froze.

He naturally understood who Zhongli Wu's metaphor represented. Wasn't it Huo Yuhao?

For a moment, Xu Tianran even began to doubt the intelligence of Zhongli Wu in front of him.

Who is Huo Yuhao?

Kong Lao Kong Deming's personal disciple is currently the youngest Level 3 Soul Master in the history of the Sun Moon Empire, to be precise.

With such talent, he was destined to enter the Sun Moon Empire's Hall of Worship in the future. But Zhongli Wu actually wanted Kong Deming to give Huo Yuhao to their Holy Spirit Cult.

However, Xu Tianran was not surprised that Zhongli Wu would target Huo Yuhao, after all, he knew...

Huo Yuhao's martial soul is a fusion of two powers: one is the power of light, and the other is the power of the dead.

That was a power that was all too familiar to evil spirit masters.

Furthermore, the necromantic power of Huo Yuhao's martial soul far surpasses that of ordinary evil soul masters.

It was normal for Zhongli Wu, who valued talent, to have his eye on him, but he didn't expect the other party to speak to him like this. Did he really think he was a puppet?

Once I unify the continent, you vicious dogs, I'll be the first to kill you!

Although he had cursed Zhongli Wu and the Holy Spirit Cult countless times in his heart, Xu Tianran frowned and spoke with a helpless expression.

"Master, let's not even talk about the order set by Father Emperor that none of us princes are allowed to have contact with Master Kong."

"Even if we could make contact, if I said those words, it would immediately arouse the other party's disgust."

"Huo Yuhao's talent in soul tools can be said to be unparalleled throughout history. I'm afraid Elder Kong won't give it up so easily."

Zhongli Wu seemed unsurprised by these words, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes before quickly dissipating.

Then, with a seemingly gentle expression, he nodded meaningfully.

"Fine, never mind."

The moment the words fell, Zhongli Wu's figure disappeared into the darkness as the space fluctuated.

Until, after an unknown amount of time, Xu Tianran returned to his own Crown Prince's Palace.

His face then turned completely gloomy. He knew that Zhongli Wu was no fool, and neither was he. The other party's words were definitely not said for nothing.

They either make things difficult for him, or they simply don't care when they will ascend the throne, and their reputation and relationships are not important to the other party.

This was an act of pushing one's luck, a test of one's bottom line.

Despite his surging murderous intent, Xu Tianran maintained a calm expression, knowing that he had no other choice in the matter.

Meanwhile, within the Holy Spirit Cult, after returning, Zhongli Wu merely glanced at Yan Feng indifferently before issuing an order.

"In the final, throw the game and lose to him."

There was no emotion in his tone, yet it gave off an irresistible feeling.

After nodding sullenly, Yan Feng's eyes flashed with a sinister glint only after Zhongli Wu left.