Douluo: Peerless Blood Hunter Huo Yuhao

Chapter 121

For strength?

Jiang Ya glanced at Heixue.

Although he is also an old man, he still looks energetic. But Black Blood was very old and looked like he was about to die. It feels like dead wood covered in clothes.

The evil soul master's cultivation method has drawbacks. Although the evil soul masters have the top combat power among soul masters of the same level, they need to pay a price.

Maybe it's backlash, maybe it's life loss, maybe it's mental pain.

But there are always people who are willing to do it and are crazy about it. This is the charm of power. In this extraordinary world, power exists dependent on force.

He pondered for a moment and said slowly: "The background of Starlight Auction House is not simple... very not simple."

As if he felt something was wrong, he added the word "very" in front of Bu Jian.

"Is this the royal family of the Star Luo Empire?" Heixue guessed the answer.

The Starlight Auction House is located in Xingluo City. What are the forces that can cause Jiang Ya trouble here? They are so powerful that Jiang Ya even changed his words.

That was naturally the royal family of the Star Luo Empire. Even a Super Douluo would not easily turn against the royal family of an empire.

"So it's hard for me to get the information there. We're all just rats in the gutter, aren't we?" Jiang Ya said.

A powerful person in the underworld? It was just the underworld. There are some things he won't touch.

"Anyway, even if this thing appears again, no one will buy it. More than one high-level soul engineer has died because of it. You can buy the carving knife directly through the regular route."

Rat in the gutter?

The black-blooded eyes are so deep that they are enough to make most people tremble.

"It won't be the case soon. The Sun-Moon Empire is in a different situation from Douluo." This was Heixue's inner thought, but he did not say it directly.

"It seems I can only try my luck." Heixue had no intention of robbing or stealing. He was seeking death.

……

"The competition will begin soon. The next challenger of Civet Cat is Blood Tiger."

Dai Huabin walked out of the waiting room. How to get rid of the fear of death?

From his point of view, he just needs to kill people like before. The shadow created by being shrouded by death can also be broken with death.

Everyone who knows Dai Huabin has a common understanding. That is, Dai Huabin is very paranoid, and sometimes loses his mind and is carried away by anger.

Dai Huabin felt a lot of eyes falling on him.

"Civet, tear him apart! I put a lot of pressure on you."

"Boy, if you are fighting a civet, it's better to admit defeat quickly."

Obviously, these people are optimistic about Civet and think he can achieve thirteen consecutive victories.

The civet waved its hand, and the blood flew to the ground in a splatter-like blood stain. His eyes were cold, staring at Dai Huabin who was walking up like a predator in the jungle.

"Okay, gentlemen and ladies, the game is about to begin. As long as the contestants do not admit defeat, the game will not end until one party dies or both parties lose combat effectiveness at the same time."

The referee stood in the center of the playing field. After the players were in position, he shouted: "The game begins!"

The referee backed away quickly, as fast as a ghost. Being able to serve as a referee in an underground arena means that one's ability should not be underestimated.

Unlike the crowd of spectators who lost their minds in the carnival under the stimulation of alcohol and stimulants in the air, the referees watched the game as if they were watching a cricket fight. As long as he wants, he can reach out and crush the cricket to death at any time.

This is both related to his strength and his experience. He is not a spectator in the stands looking for fun.

Dai Huabin's body swelled up instantly, and his bulging muscles pushed up his clothes. Her blond hair turned into black and white, with more than half of her hair being white. The hands have changed greatly. The spread area of ​​a pair of palms is three times that of the previous one. They are covered with thick white hair. Eight-inch long claws pop out from the fingertips, shining with a cold light, like a sharp short blade. .

Beast transformation, most owners of beast souls have this ability or soul skill, the difference is only in the degree of beast transformation. Dai Huabin used his third soul skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation.

The four pupils of Dai Huabin's eyes have turned into a deep blue, and his upper body is slowly bullying, really like a tiger preparing to kill its prey.

The civet opposite him also transformed into a beast. However, his beast transformation is only the second soul skill, and his soul ring is only at the hundred-year level.

The pupils had turned into cat-like vertical pupils, staring at Dai Huabin dimly.

He saw the purple soul ring that lit up when Dai Huabin used his third soul skill. Surging soul power surged out, and a beast-like aura came towards him.

Civet knew that this opponent would be difficult to deal with. He was even ready to admit defeat, even though it would cost him a lot less money.

Money must be spent wisely. The oppression brought by the opponent is a bit outrageous, and the martial spirit is absolutely extraordinary.

hiss!
When there was a harsh sound of a sharp object crossing the ground, the civet rushed towards Dai Huabin very quickly.

When he rushed in front of Dai Huabin, he changed direction in a strange manner to avoid the oncoming tiger claws. His right hand reached towards Dai Huabin's back, and a sharp claw popped out from under the black hair.

With a hiss, the clothes on Dai Huabin's back were torn. The civet cat was delighted, there was something going on!

But then his heart sank. His attack only left a shallow white mark on Dai Huabin's back.

Opposite of the underground arena is the soul fighting arena, which is also the arena for soul masters and has existed for thousands of years.

But tens of thousands of years later, a lot of changes have taken place. For example, there can be no deathmatch.

But such battles won't satisfy some viewers' thirst for bloody violence. Where there is demand, there is business, which is one of the reasons why underground arenas were born.

Soul masters are generally not short of money, compared to ordinary people. But there are always exceptions, such as a family member who is seriously ill and needs to cherish the elixir, such as owing a large sum of money due to gambling.

There are also some soul masters who are gamblers themselves and want to take a chance under the temptation.

The competitors in the underground arena are these soul masters who are in urgent need of money for various reasons. If you sign a contract and win according to the requirements, you will get a lot of money. If you kill your opponent, you will earn even more.

But if you lose the first game, there will naturally be no money left. Any competitor must win at least one game, otherwise he can only continue to participate in the game. If he loses ten games in a row, he will owe the underground arena a sum of money.

Moreover, there are conditions for admitting defeat, that is, you can only admit defeat twenty seconds after the game starts. Not everyone can hold on until it’s time to admit defeat.

"After the Soul Fighting Competition started, the number of spectators in the underground arena has also increased a lot. There are probably many spectators from outside Xingluo City." Jiang Ya leaned on the back of his chair, overlooking the arena.

The noise of the arena formed a strong contrast with the blood ape and this antique room. If you really want to cultivate your character, I'm afraid no one would build a room in a place like an underground arena.

"This guy named Civet has won twelve games in a row. I guess a lot of people are betting on him, right?" Hei Xue's voice was still so sinister and pointed. Jiang Ya smiled. Look at the referee at the edge of the field.

This referee is a six-ring soul emperor of the spiritual system. He has a soul skill that is so secret that even Jiang Ya can hardly detect it. Soul guides that interfere with perception were placed outside the arena, and coupled with the effects of alcohol and stimulants, it was indeed difficult for the spectators to detect the behind-the-scenes operation.

Occasionally Jiang Ya would make a fortune like this.

Black Blood: "Blood Tiger, oh? A thousand-year soul ring is also the best soul ring ratio. This game may be interesting. Who do you think will win?"

"This is?" Jiang Ya noticed Dai Huabin's long black and white hair and his iconic tiger claws, and then slapped his palm on the table, "Evil-eyed white tiger? Duke's Palace?"

There are many tiger martial spirits similar to the evil-eyed white tiger. Although the Evil-Eyed White Tiger Spirit is famous, not everyone can recognize it. Coupled with the influence of the light in the field at this moment, it is even more difficult to identify.

Most of the spectators didn't notice anything unusual, but felt that the game was more interesting.

"White Tiger with Evil Eyes? If the descendants of Duke White Tiger come here, you won't be targeted by the royal family, right?" Heixue looked at Jiang Ya with a somewhat dangerous look.

The contemporary Duke White Tiger and Emperor Xingluo have a very close relationship, and they were called brothers when they were young.

Jiang Ya saw the referee making a gesture to him, which made Jiang Ya more sure of his idea.

The underground forces in Xingluo changed one after another, and those who danced happily were wiped out, or they went to enjoy the "food and accommodation included" treatment.

Jiang Ya didn't have time to think about why Dai Huabin came here twice in less than two months. Now he just wanted to intervene at the critical moment.

Jiang Yahui said with black blood: "I don't know, maybe the young master of the Duke's family is bored? Nobles always look for some excitement, don't they? Riyue doesn't do the same?"

Heixue chuckled a few times in a low voice.

The underground world of the Mingdu of the Sun and Moon Empire even had ninth-level soul engineers who could rival Super Douluo directly participating.

He suddenly said meaningfully: "The young master of the Duke's family is quite good, he is quite bloody."

The stands were filled with exclamations, and the result of the game was beyond their expectations.

……

The civet cat was more flexible than Dai Huabin. Although Dai Huabin's martial spirit quality and cultivation were higher, he was unable to cause substantial harm to the civet cat.

He dodged Dai Huabin's attack like a swimming fish, and he nimbly dodged the slender and ferocious tiger claws.

The temptation of victory made Civet forget his original intention to admit defeat. He felt that he might be able to win.

Dai Huabin's beast transformation skill is a thousand-year soul skill with strong defense, but it is not without flaws. Just like a turtle's shell, no matter how hard it is, its limbs and head are still fragile.

Swish!
The third soul ring lights up, and the thousand-year-old soul skill Wind-Removing Claw is activated! Black light spits out at the fingertips, which is breathtaking, and the soul power explodes instantly, leaving several black marks in the air. This is a melee burst type soul skill.

The attack went straight to Dai Huabin's throat.

Even Dai Huabin's White Tiger Vajra Transformation cannot guarantee that his body can withstand an explosive thousand-year soul skill, and even adding a layer of steel plate will be useless.

However, almost at the same time that the civet launched the thousand-year soul skill Wind-Rearing Claw, the yellow light of Dai Huabin's first soul ring surged.

Hundred-year-old soul skills, white tiger protective barrier!
The white light instantly enveloped Dai Huabin's whole body, especially focusing on the direction of the civet's attack.

Click, click, click!
The shield cracked at the moment of impact with the black light, the white cracks extended, and then the shield was shattered under the wind-shredding claws.

A hint of joking flashed in the civet's eyes. It was just a century-old soul skill. How could he withstand his thousand-year soul skill?

Die! He yelled in his heart.

But what greeted him was a violent light wave accompanied by a tiger's roar, and even the air was distorted by the blow. The beam of light shot out without any reservation.

The civet flew out upside down, its chest was pierced, and dirty blood flowed from the blackened wound.

Roar!
There was another tiger roar, and the black and white figure rushed forward, and then the tiger claws like short blades slashed wildly, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Die! Die! Die!
Dai Huabin's eyes were red with murder. It seemed that the people he tore apart were not civets, but messengers of death.

The blood-stained cat mask fell aside, but the civet cat's face had been mixed with the brain, and its original appearance could no longer be seen.

"Next!" Dai Huabin seemed to have regained his confidence, looking down on the audience.

Everyone in the stands exclaimed, whether it was because they lost money or were stimulated by this scene.

The referee frowned. The various broken human body "parts" on the field became a hodgepodge, and what was on the ground was more like a pile of meat than a corpse.

The people who came to clean up were also a little disgusting. Deaths in underground arenas are common, but such disgusting scenes are rare.

"The civet is actually dead!"

"What should we do? This blood tiger is more cruel than a civet cat. Twenty seconds? Can we survive it?"

"It's over, I'm next." A tall and burly man seemed frightened, his legs were shaking and his teeth were chattering.

Even the face of a competitor with a thousand-year soul ring is very ugly under the mask. The civet cat was already a high-level soul master and possessed a thousand-year soul skill, but even so, he was still killed.

They all saw how powerful Dai Huabin's third soul skill was, and even the civet cats didn't do any substantial damage to him as usual. This soul skill definitely not only enhances defense, but also increases strength.

In addition to Huo Yuhao, the two competitors who also possess thousand-year soul skills are both of the power attack type. Not to mention civets, they can't even match Dai Huabin's single-round speed, and their cultivation level has only reached the mid-level soul master.

"This voice is very young. He must have been trained by some big force. Damn it, why do these people come here to join in the fun?" someone cursed secretly.

Young but powerful. This person is not from the same group as them. Naturally, there are big forces willing to cultivate such people, and they will not come to the underground arena to fight for their lives.

"Well, you can apply to change the order of the competition, right? How about letting me play in the next one?"

Just then, a voice attracted everyone's attention.

There was no panic in the voice, and it even gave people the sense of being in line to buy something and someone suddenly tapped you on the shoulder and asked if he was in a hurry and asked him to pay first.

What the hell? Where do you think this is? This is an underground arena. Even in a regular spirit fighting arena, there will be accidental deaths.

Someone looked at the guy who made the noise. The other party seems to have some kind of voice-changing technique. It is difficult to judge the age or even the gender from the voice alone.

Huo Yuhao, wearing a crow mask, raised his hand, like a student asking questions in class, and seemed out of place here.

(End of this chapter)