Chapter 92 Huo Gua's Value Keeps Rising
"Hi hi hi! I'm here, oh!"
As soon as Zheng Xiaolong stepped onto the stage, an indescribable grin spread across his face.
Why?
Just look at the three beautiful girls walking up on the opposite side of the arena.
Ning Tian, Wu Feng, and Nanmen Yuner.
In the semifinals, it ended up as an internal battle between two classes: Class Eight's Lin Yun team against Class Eight's Ning Tian team, and Class Four's Wang Dong team against Class Four's Dai Huabin team.
What a setup.
"We meet again." Lin Yun grinned, chuckling wickedly. Without another word, he pulled Qing'er out from his robe and held her up, pointing directly at Wu Feng, whose expression was already collapsing.
This seat is Soul Yun. Fellow Daoist, please enter my Human Emperor Banner for a talk!
"Can you be human for once?" Wu Feng broke down completely, cursing Lin Yun bitterly.
The last time she had been frozen by Qing'er was the last time indeed. She had known from the start that their team could never bypass the mountain that was Lin Yun, but she never expected him to be this shameless. The referee hadn't even announced the start of the match, yet this scoundrel had already pulled out the Ice Jade Scorpion.
Ning Tian and Nanmen Yuner were struck speechless. After exchanging a glance, they both shook their heads.
Ning Tian knew exactly how much of a shadow Qing'er had left in Wu Feng's heart. The two of them were dormmates. That night, after being frozen, Wu Feng, who normally slept under a thin blanket, had piled three thick fleece quilts on top of herself.
And even then, she shivered all night.
That was how much trauma Qing'er's ultimate ice had inflicted on her.
Now, facing the Ice Jade Scorpion again, Wu Feng instantly fell into PTSD. How could she possibly hold it together?
The referee wasn't about to care about Wu Feng's mental state. Once he declared the match begun, he immediately left the arena, leaving the stage to them.
"Come on, Qing'er. See that hot-tempered girl? Hit her with the Ice Emperor's Wrath!" Lin Yun stretched out his right hand.
How obedient was Qing'er?
To it, aside from the Ice Emperor, Lin Yun's orders were absolute. Whatever he commanded, Qing'er would do without hesitation. Freezing a human girl was nothing at all.
A bright cyan-green glow burst from Qing'er's body, concentrating at its stinger.
Ice Emperor's Wrath!
A dazzling beam, no thicker than a finger, shot across the arena in an instant, striking Wu Feng just as she was about to curse. Her widened eyes froze over, and her entire body turned into an ice sculpture.
She was locked in the pose of pointing at Lin Yun, mouth wide open. Though she hadn't uttered a word, her expression seemed to say everything—and it wasn't anything polite.
"All right, Lin Yun, help Xiao Feng thaw. We concede the match." Ning Tian smiled gracefully at Lin Yun, her tone soft and composed.
She might have lost the fight, but she would not lose her poise.
Grace, always grace.
Lin Yun nodded. Bringing Qing'er over, the scorpion jumped from his hand onto Wu Feng's chest. Its sharp stinger pierced directly into her soft bodice, drawing back the ultimate ice soul power from the Ice Emperor's Wrath.
This wasn't Lin Yun or Qing'er being lecherous. The attack had struck her chest, so withdrawing the cold from that spot was simply the most efficient method.
The result was…
That night, when Wu Feng bathed, one glance downward revealed two very distinct red marks on her snow-white chest, left and right.
With a polite nod toward Lin Yun, Ning Tian finally helped the trembling Wu Feng off the stage, under Xiao Xiao's watchful eyes.
Of course, Wu Feng, unwilling to admit defeat, still spat out a threat of less than five on the intimidation scale.
"Lin Yun! This young lady will never forgive you!"
"Achoo!!"
…
On the other side, Huo Yuhao and Dai Huabin's battle had begun.
Before this, aside from a few people in the know, no one could have imagined that a team with a soul master carrying only a "ten-year spirit ring" could actually fight their way into the semifinals.
If this had been a bettable match, anyone who wagered on Huo Yuhao's team would have walked away rich.
Their stock value was skyrocketing!
For Huo Yuhao, this was a moment of enemies meeting and flames igniting. After being suppressed by Dai Huabin for over two months, he had gone from silent fury to silent madness, and finally into silent transformation.
His obsession with defeating Dai Huabin had reached unimaginable depths. If not for the last shred of reason reminding him that he absolutely could not expose his identity before Dai Huabin, forcing him to endure, he might have already self-destructed.
And this battle—this was the first time he could openly fight for revenge!
Since the martial soul fusion skill was no longer available, Zhu Lu could only act as an ordinary agility-attack soul master, ending up in a clumsy scuffle with the other control-type girl on Wang Dong's team.
Cui Yajie, with her Fox Martial Soul, fixed her eyes on Huo Yuhao, attempting to use spiritual control skills to knock out the "weakest" member first.
But Huo Yuhao had no interest in wasting time. No matter how pretty she looked, in his eyes at this moment she was nothing more than an obstacle on his path of vengeance.
"Tianmeng, help me!" Huo Yuhao locked gazes with Cui Yajie coldly, while in his spiritual sea he called to awaken the Tianmeng Iceworm.
"Ah-woo~ you even need me for something this small?" The Tianmeng Iceworm yawned lazily. But having seen Huo Yuhao's memories, it understood the depth of his obsession for revenge. So, it didn't hold back.
One of the ten seals cracked open by a hairline, letting a wisp of golden origin power seep out.
Under the Tianmeng Iceworm's guidance, that golden power surged into Huo Yuhao's eyes, flashing gold through his deep blue gaze.
Spiritual Impact!
Cui Yajie's seductive smile froze, her head snapping back as if struck by a hammer. Blood trickled from her nose and mouth like thin snakes, and her eyes rolled back as she fainted instantly.
Among spiritual-type soul masters, battles were the most dangerous—not fought with blood and weapons, but with invisible wars of the mind.
And clearly, against Huo Yuhao with the Tianmeng Iceworm's help, Cui Yajie stood no chance.
Taking her down in one strike, Huo Yuhao did not stop. He pushed the origin power further, unleashing a second Spiritual Impact.
Target: Dai Huabin!
In the middle of clashing with Wang Dong, Dai Huabin suddenly felt a splitting pain tear through his head. His eyes bulged with bloodshot veins.
In that moment, Wang Dong's Guillotine Wing slapped across his face, sending him flying.
Everyone shot to their feet!
With his actions, Huo Yuhao proved that with his cheat at his side, he was no burden. His value was only climbing higher!
(End of this chapter)
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