Chapter 54: Huo · 1v3 · Yu · Brutally Slaughtering Dai Huabin · Hao!

"I am not trying to persuade little Yuhao to let go of his hatred, I just don't want his mind to be clouded by it," IElekor explained. "A flawed state of mind like that is detrimental to future cultivation."

"It's fine. Once you slaughter all your enemies, your thoughts naturally become clear and unobstructed," Zhuge Lan said casually. "Besides, in a small place like the Douluo realm, there is no such thing as inner demons, so there's no need to be so overly cautious."

Zhuge Lan's words still carried considerable authority.

IElekor let the matter drop.

Outside.

Huo Yuhao's undisguised murderous intent was noticed by quite a few people paying attention to him at the scene.

Ma Xiaotao was the first to boldly speak up.

"Little Yuhao, did this guy named Dai Huabin offend you? Do you want me to go and break his limbs?"

"No need," Huo Yuhao said coldly. "In the upcoming duel against them, I alone will be enough."

At this, the people watching cast curious glances.

Huo Yuhao had been progressing far too rapidly during this period, yet he had never once made a move.

Just how formidable was his combat power now?

It seemed it was about to be revealed.

Yan Shaozhe had learned of Huo Yuhao's background from Mu En.

He had no intention of stopping him.

Using soul power for voice transmission, he said, "My little junior brother, this is within the academy after all. As long as you don't beat him to death, it doesn't matter if you hit a little harder."

At the same time, he instructed someone to invite Elder Zhuang.

That way, even if Dai Huabin had all his bones broken, they could still be put back together for him.

As for once he left the academy, that was no longer any of his concern.

Dai Huabin, unaware of the undercurrents surging around him, respectfully bowed to Yan Shaozhe.

Yan Shaozhe kept a cold face and didn't respond, signaling with his eyes for him to hurry up.

Dai Huabin was slightly puzzled; did Dean Yan seem to dislike him?

How strange...

Not daring to delay, he reached out to draw a lot.

Yan Shaozhe narrowed his eyes slightly and suddenly let out a cough.

Startled, Dai Huabin stopped his movement and looked at Yan Shaozhe.

"What are you looking at me for? Is the lot drawn on my face?"

This ungracious remark made Dai Huabin's expression turn ugly.

Yet, he didn't dare to retort and drew a lot once again.

Number 1!

Huo Yuhao, who had been waiting in the designated area, abruptly stood up and took the initiative to walk toward the soul-dueling platform.

Xiao Xiao subconsciously made to follow, but was grabbed by Wang Dong.

Consequently.

Huo Yuhao ascended the soul-dueling platform entirely alone, while Wang Dong'er and Xiao Xiao remained right below, merely watching.

Wang Yan frowned and kindly reminded him, "Huo Yuhao, this is a three-on-three team match. Are you certain you want to do this alone?"

"To fight a sick cat, what need is there for others?" Huo Yuhao grinned broadly. "Dai Huabin, get up here!"

Such an arrogant attitude left everyone who knew him quite astonished.

Especially the people in Class One of the first-year students.

Huo Yuhao had always been kind to others, never sitting idly by if he could lend a hand.

He was the standard definition of a good guy.

To make him lose his composure to this extent, choosing a 1v3 to humiliate his opponent—

Just what kind of deep grudge did he harbor against Dai Huabin?

Dai Huabin was also frowning deeply, and until he stepped onto the platform alongside his teammates, he still couldn't recall when he had ever offended this disciple of Elder Mu.

Seeing the confusion in his eyes, Huo Yuhao laughed out of extreme anger!

Very good! Very good!

He wasn't even worthy enough for this young lord of the Duke's Mansion to remember!

At this moment, Wang Yan also sensed that the atmosphere was wrong.

Especially seeing that none of the figures in the spectator stands, such as Yan Shaozhe, made a sound—which in itself was already a form of tacit approval.

He simply skipped the customary announcement of names and directly declared:

"The match begins!"

None of the four individuals on the platform moved.

Huo Yuhao was relishing this exact moment; he wanted to slowly torture Dai Huabin and let him experience what true despair felt like!

Dai Huabin, on the other hand, was full of bewilderment.

If anyone else had acted this way toward him, he would have already sent a tiger-palm slap across their face.

However, Huo Yuhao was a disciple of Mu En and Junior Brother to Dean Yan.

Therefore, he reined in his temper and said, "Huo Yuhao, this is our first time meeting today, isn't it? Why are you holding such deep hostility toward me?"

"Hahaha!" Huo Yuhao laughed wildly. "Dai Huabin, you truly deserve to die!"

He finally made his move.

He did not summon his martial soul, nor did he use any soul power.

He simply lifted his foot and walked toward Dai Huabin, the murderous intent radiating from his body practically visible to the naked eye.

Dai Huabin grew irritated as well.

Did he really think he wouldn't dare touch him?

Fighting fair and square in an evaluation match meant no one could pick out any faults!

"Don't say I'm bullying you, neither of you two make a move either."

"White Tiger, Possession!"

A pale-white light erupted, and Dai Huabin's physique instantly expanded severalfold, bursting his clothes until only a pair of shorts remained.

Short-dagger-like claws popped out from his ten fingers, and his four pupils stared coldly at Huo Yuhao.

Three soul rings—two yellow and one purple—manifested, sending forth an intimidating aura.

Huo Yuhao remained unmoved, continuing his unhurried stride forward.

"You still aren't going to unleash your martial soul? Arrogant!"

Jerk! Let me teach you what it means to have someone above you, and heavens beyond the skies!!!"

Dai Huabin let out a fierce tiger roar, ferocious light flashing in his dual pupils as he lunged forward like a tiger before Huo Yuhao, his pair of tiger claws tearing through the air as they slashed down.

Yet Huo Yuhao merely paused his steps slightly, allowing the tiger claws to brush past the very tip of his nose. The rushing wind blew his hair aside, revealing a pair of eyes dense with murderous intent.

Dai Huabin grew thoroughly enraged, lashing out with both claws in an attempt to tear Huo Yuhao to shreds.

Yet Huo Yuhao walked as though he were merely taking a stroll; every time he shifted half a step, he was able to dodge the tiger claws by a hair's breadth.

Even when Dai Huabin changed his moves mid-strike, it only required Huo Yuhao to take another half-step.

It was just like an old man toying with a child—a complete suppression in terms of awareness.

The longer the fight dragged on, the more anxious Dai Huabin became, and the more anxious he became, the angrier he grew!

Huo Yuhao had countless opportunities to counterattack, but he simply evaded without striking back.

Humiliation!

Naked, unadulterated humiliation!

"You're courting death!!!"

"Second Soul Skill: White Tiger Fierce Light Wave!"

A milky-white sphere of light accumulated in Dai Huabin's mouth. Huo Yuhao, who had been dodging all along, suddenly stepped forward, side-stepping past a tiger claw by a hair, and slammed an Iron Mountain Lean directly into Dai Huabin's chest while simultaneously driving an uppercut into the latter's chin.

He forced his mouth shut, abruptly shoving the accumulated soul skill back down his throat.

Having finished this, he quickly retreated, staring at Dai Huabin—who was dizzy and disoriented from being forced to swallow his own soul skill—with his arms crossed, making no further moves.

This caused Zhu Lu and Cui Yajie, who had been rushing over to reinforce him, to slowly come to a halt beside Dai Huabin.

"Huabin, something is wrong with this guy, let's join forces!" Zhu Lu suggested.

Dai Huabin, having recovered slightly, glared viciously at Zhu Lu.

"My rank and soul rings both suppress him, and I still can't beat him?"

"Step aside, all of you!"

"Third Soul Skill: White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"

His sole thousand-year soul skill was activated, causing his robust body to expand once more. His muscles bulged exaggeratedly, his tiger palms grew to the size of palm-leaf fans, and a layer of intense golden light rippled across his entire body.

Extremely overbearing.

Dai Huabin's speed and strength skyrocketed, his tiger palms alternately striking the air in front of him to form afterimages. He refused to believe Huo Yuhao could dodge this time!

Indeed, Huo Yuhao could no longer dodge.

No matter how high his reaction speed was, his physical body was only at rank 20, and his baseline speed was fixed.

Thus, a little technique was required.

He clapped his hands inward, each strike landing precisely on the back of Dai Huabin's tiger claws, using the impact to push off and drift backward.

The two exchanged dozens of blows face-to-face, yet Dai Huabin failed to grab even the corner of Huo Yuhao's clothes, ending up with the backs of his hands stinging from the slaps instead.

That feeling of powerlessness, of having strength with nowhere to apply it, drove Dai Huabin into a state of impotent rage with nowhere to vent.

Uncomfortable!

Stifling!

Dai Huabin opened his mouth to unleash the White Tiger Fierce Light Wave once again. This time, Huo Yuhao was too busy parrying to close the distance.

However...