Douluo Dalu: Huo Yuhao Knows the Plot

Watching Huo Yuhao open his arms with a playful and earnest expression, Dong Xinyi bit her lip and stepped into his embrace, deciding to give it a try as a last resort.

This time, it was Huo Yuhao who was stunned. He was only joking, but who knew Dong Xinyi would take it seriously.

"Wow." The spectating students and teachers erupted in an uproar, craning their necks like crowing roosters, eager to witness the miracle. Even Yan Shaozhe and Du Weilun in the distance perked up.

"They, do they also have a martial soul fusion skill?" Xiao Xiao, who had already been eliminated from the competition, stared wide-eyed at the scene, an expression of disbelief on her face.

The moment Dong Xinyi embraced Huo Yuhao, she emptied her mind, trying her best to feel the changes in her soul power. However, one second passed, three seconds passed, five seconds passed, and the reality proved she was overthinking it.

Realizing she had been tricked, Dong Xinyi's face flushed with anger. She pushed Huo Yuhao away, her teeth grinding together. If it weren't for the competition, she would never let Huo Yuhao off the hook.

Huo Yuhao's expression was awkward, and he didn't know what to say for a moment. He simply shifted his attention, "Xinyi, lend me a hand. Thunder Prison, don't attack."

Dong Xinyi was confused. If she wasn't attacking, why would she release her skill? However, seeing Huo Yuhao's serious expression, she didn't ask any further questions. After so many days together, they had some understanding.

"Thunder Prison."

Dong Xinyi held the Purple Thunder Staff, and a large amount of purple-black lightning erupted from the head of the staff. The lightning was about to spread and dance as before, but then a white spherical罩 (zhào) enveloped the lightning, suppressing its spreading momentum.

"Output with all your strength, quickly," Huo Yuhao urged Dong Xinyi.

Although Dong Xinyi was still confused, she continued to do as he said, trusting Huo Yuhao. The head of the Purple Thunder Staff released violent lightning, all of which was injected into the spherical罩 (zhào).

"Continue," Huo Yuhao reminded her while releasing a large amount of soul power to strengthen the罩 (zhào).

"Roar." Suddenly, a soul-stirring tiger roar sounded, and both Huo Yuhao and Dong Xinyi felt a huge wave of pressure. They were both startled. They had only felt this kind of pressure from Zhou Yi.

"Not good, the Netherworld White Tiger is about to take shape," Dong Xinyi said anxiously, doing her best to inject all the soul power in her body into the Purple Thunder Staff in her hand. The lightning at the head of the staff surged, all rushing into the spherical罩 (zhào).

Finally, with Dong Xinyi's full effort, the spherical罩 (zhào) was filled with purple-black lightning. Dong Xinyi staggered, the burden of excessive soul power consumption taking a toll on her body.

"You go down quickly. Leave the rest to me," Huo Yuhao said.

Dong Xinyi nodded and quickly exited the competition arena. She was not a brainless and stubborn person. Her condition was poor, and her soul power was almost exhausted. Staying on the field would not only not help Huo Yuhao, but would also distract him.

With Dong Xinyi giving up and leaving the field, Huo Yuhao had no more worries, and his soul power flowed into the spherical罩 (zhào) as if it didn't cost anything. At this time, the spherical罩 (zhào) in front of him was seventy centimeters in diameter, blooming with an eerie purple-black light in front of him.

This light sphere could be said to be a larger version of the Rasengan. Inside the罩 (zhào) was not only lightning, but in addition to the soul power maintaining the external罩 (zhào) state, Huo Yuhao also poured some soul power into the interior of the light sphere, hoping to increase its power even further.

Unlike the Rasengan, the lightning and soul power inside the light sphere surged chaotically, not rotating regularly as usual. This was also unavoidable. Lightning was a destructive energy that was extremely difficult to control. It was too difficult to make it as easy to control as soul power, especially since this lightning came from someone else.

Because of the destructive characteristics of lightning, the spherical罩 (zhào) used by Huo Yuhao to wrap it was constantly consuming a lot of energy. This was actually somewhat counterproductive, but it was also unavoidable. To win, Huo Yuhao didn't want to reveal too much strength and be deliberately targeted by the Shrek high-level officials, so he used this thankless method.

As usual, Huo Yuhao controlled his soul power to continuously compress the Rasengan, sixty centimeters, fifty centimeters, forty centimeters. Finally, the Rasengan was compressed into a small ball with a diameter of thirty centimeters, which was already Huo Yuhao's current limit.

"This is a martial soul combination skill," Du Weilun exclaimed. The spectating students were even more excited. A martial soul fusion skill against a martial soul combination skill was truly rare.

"Roar."

Suddenly, a tiger roar resounded throughout the arena. The martial soul fusion skill of Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu was finally formed. Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu's figures disappeared from the arena, replaced by a huge white tiger. The white tiger was more than eight meters long and nearly three meters tall, with purple magic patterns on its body, emitting a ferocious aura. However, this white tiger was not a physical entity. Its body clearly had a transparent texture, seemingly made of some kind of energy.

"Give up. From the moment my Netherworld White Tiger appeared, the outcome of this match was already decided. You are a strong opponent, but it is wishful thinking to resist the Netherworld White Tiger with a martial soul combination skill," the white tiger spoke human words, which was Dai Huabin's voice.

"You are too slow. Just do your best. If I am injured, I will never blame you. It will only be because of my own lack of strength." Huo Yuhao's voice was already a little strained. The energy contained in the light sphere was too violent, and it was quite difficult to control and restrain it.

The commotion caused by the three was too great. The roar produced by the energy collision lasted for a long time. Because the distance was too close, Huo Yuhao was blown away by the shock wave spreading from this energy.

Following Huo Yuhao's flight, the huge Netherworld White Tiger fell from the air to the ground with a muffled sound. At this time, the Netherworld White Tiger was no longer as strong and mighty as before. Its right claw had been blasted beyond recognition. Fortunately, it was not a physical entity, otherwise such an injury would have been enough to cripple it for life.

Obviously, the Netherworld White Tiger had also reached its limit. Its shape disappeared and collapsed between light and darkness, revealing Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu, who were paralyzed on the ground. The two had almost drained all the soul power in their bodies by using the martial soul fusion skill, and now they had little combat power left.

On the other side, Huo Yuhao stood up staggeringly. His condition was not much better than that of Dai Huabin and the other two. He looked disheveled, and his staggering figure seemed to be about to fall at any time. However, his focus was not on Dai Huabin and the others.