And the sword in Zhao Shouze's hand, which was close to the seventh-level melee soul tool, showed amazing toughness. The golden-red blade still stood upright in place, and the blade buzzed and trembled, as if it was under tremendous pressure.
The rapid-fire soul cannon shell that was split into two by it was now bursting out with destructive energy.
The golden-red blade split the energy of the cannonball into two, but also changed the trajectory of the cannonball.
Two violent energies, like two fire dragons, struck Zhao Shouze fiercely.
This competition among underground forces is different from ordinary soul guide competitions. Participants can only use soul guides they have made in advance.
This means that Zhao Shouze does not carry any trigger-type soul shield.
The cannonball that was split into two still contained terrifying destructive power.
This power poured into Zhao Shouze without any reservation. Even if it was as powerful as a long sword, a soul tool that was close to the seventh level, it could not completely offset the impact.
Zhao Shouze's body instantly fell apart under the impact of this violent energy.
Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and broken bones splattered, forming an extremely tragic picture.
His upper body completely disappeared in the explosion, leaving only two legs standing alone, telling the story of the tragedy that had just happened.
The golden-red long knife lost the support of its owner, shook a few times, and finally fell to the ground with a dull sound.
The light on the blade also dimmed, and the blade was deeply embedded in the ground, melting into a scorched black mark.
The aftermath of the explosion gradually dissipated, and the whole place fell into deathly silence.
In the auditorium, there was silence, and you could hear a pin drop.
Although underground competitions have always been known for their cruelty, there are no rules and no matter life or death.
But such a bloody scene, witnessing a living person being blown to pieces so close, is still difficult for most people to accept.
Waves of retching sounds came one after another, breaking the suffocating silence.
In the rest area of the Xishui Alliance, except for the deputy leader who looked calm, everyone else had stood up with different expressions.
Some were shocked, some were frightened, and some were excited.
Even No. 98, who once hated Han Yu and the big man in yellow, couldn't help but let out a cheer at this moment.
No one thought that the long-range soul guide could be used like this, pressing the muzzle against the opponent to launch it. This is simply too powerful!
The big man in yellow flew out with the help of the counter-shock and landed firmly on the competition stage.
Without even glancing at Zhao Shouze's stump, he shouldered the huge rapid-fire cannon, turned around and walked towards the Xishui League.
"The first game is over. The yellow jacket wins."
The sound of the verdict echoed in the arena. When the big man in yellow heard the sound, his body suddenly froze, as if he suddenly remembered something, he stopped leaving.
His heavy footsteps turned and walked towards the direction where Zhao Shouze's stumps were scattered.
One step, two steps, three steps, four steps, five steps, six steps, seven steps, eight steps, nine steps, ten steps, he finally stopped in front of the bloody stain.
He slowly leaned down, stretched out his rough hands, and grabbed the bloody sword.
The blade was heavy and the blade shone with cold light, as if it was still telling the story of the fierce battle just now.
He raised the big knife, pointed the tip to the sky, looked at Ye Yulin who was slowly falling in the sky, and asked in a rough voice: "Referee, this trophy should belong to me, right?"
Ye Yulin's eyes twitched slightly, and he thought to himself: The fighting method of this big man in yellow is really unheard of and unbelievable! So rough, so direct, so bloody, so violent! This was the first time he had seen such a powerful fighting method.
However, I have to admit that the talent of this big man in yellow is indeed amazing!
"Okay." Ye Yulin nodded and agreed, "But in the subsequent competitions, you can still only use the soul guide you made."
"Okay." The big man in yellow responded briefly. He put the captured sword on his shoulder, and on the other shoulder was his iconic heavy cannon.
With heavy steps, he walked off the stage.
The figure of the big man in yellow disappeared from the entrance of the passage, and the staff began to clean up the blood stains and body parts on the competition stage. After some cleaning, Ye Yulin announced again: "The second and seventh places are on the stage."
With a thought in his mind, Han Yu urged the humanoid soul guide to take steps towards the competition stage.
The humanoid soul guide bent its legs, accumulated strength, and then kicked off suddenly, shooting into the air like a cannonball.
With a loud "boom", the humanoid soul guide landed heavily on the competition stage, and the metal shell collided with the stage, making a deafening sound.
Although this all-metal humanoid soul guide looks a little bulky, it is full of momentum and intimidation.
On the other side, a girl in a blue dress walked lightly onto the competition stage. She was the girl in blue dress from the Ordinary League.
The situation of the Aodu Chamber of Commerce is already in danger at this moment.
One person was eliminated, another was killed, and the losses were heavy.
In contrast, although Pingfanmeng did not rank high in the skills challenge, all three female players successfully advanced, so they had much better luck.
The sound of metal friction sounded rhythmically, "Clang, clang, clang!" The humanoid soul guide took steps, one step, two steps, three steps, four steps, five steps, six steps, seven steps, eight steps, nine steps One step, ten steps, came to Ye Yulin.
Ye Yulin nodded slightly towards Han Yu, indicating that the game was about to begin.
The girl in the blue dress on the other side came with a light step.
She takes every step carefully, her skirt is swaying, and her figure is graceful, like a weak willow supporting the wind, which makes people feel pity for her.
Her pretty and pretty face looked a little frightened and uneasy, like a frightened deer, and people couldn't help but want to protect her.
He was only eighteen or nineteen years old, which added to his charming temperament.
Ye Yulin said loudly: "Both parties have the same names."
"Han." Han Yu's voice was cold and concise, without any emotion.
"My name is Lan Ruoruo." The girl's voice was soft and trembling, "Brother, you, you won't kill me like you just did? I... I'm a little scared."
As she spoke, her delicate body trembled slightly, and her pretty face became paler, as if she was really frightened.
Those big watery eyes shone with fear, making people feel pity.
Han Yu was indifferent to her fear, and he didn't even give her a look.
He turned around and walked towards the competition stage, his steps firm and steady, without any hesitation.
Beauty is like a passing cloud to him. This girl from the Ordinary League really found the wrong target.
How many temptations has Han Yu experienced?
The Snow Emperor's coldness and nobility, the Ice Emperor's charm and enchantment, and Qiu'er's gentleness and thoughtfulness, which one of them is not the most captivating to a country?
This Lan Ruoruo is just a pawn cultivated in the sensual place of the Ordinary League. In Han Yu's eyes, her soul has long been tainted, and this artificial performance cannot arouse the slightest sympathy from him. He didn't even pause and walked straight to his position.
A trace of embarrassment flashed across Lan Ruoruo's eyes. She had always boasted of her extraordinary charm, and no one had ever been able to resist her temptation, but the man in front of her turned a blind eye to her.
This made her feel extremely frustrated and made her even more resentful towards Han Yu.
It’s just a piece of wood, a piece of wood that doesn’t understand the style! She cursed in her heart, but she could only helplessly turn around and retreat to her seat.
She bit her lower lip lightly, a trace of unwillingness flashed in her eyes, and she secretly vowed to make this man surrender to her charm.
Ye Yulin rose into the sky again. This time, his eyes were firmly fixed on Han Yu. He wanted to see what abilities this young man had to be so arrogant.
He wanted to see what step this young man could take.
"Start!" Following the order, Lan Ruoruo moved.
Her toes touched the ground lightly, as light as a dragonfly touching water. In an instant, she was like a light blue butterfly, floating into the cold rain.
Her dance steps are elegant and elegant, like a fairy descending to earth, her clothes are fluttering, and her skirt is spinning, like a dream.
Lan Ruoruo started softly and quickly, tapping the ground with her toes, bringing up a breeze.
Her long blue skirt fluttered with it, and the hem of her skirt undulated like waves, creating graceful arcs.
She was like a blue bird, flying lightly towards the cold rain, her speed getting faster and faster, and her figure getting closer and closer.
As she dances, the special features of the long skirt are also revealed.
When the hem of the skirt is flying, the fair skin is looming, attracting people's imagination like a flash in the pan.
The water sleeves on her shoulders were uniquely designed and did not completely wrap her arms. As her arms danced, the water sleeves also rippled, like sparkling water, reflecting the stage lights.
A pair of white arms, like tender lotus roots, are even more attractive against the backdrop of water sleeves.
Lan Ruoruo's dance became more and more graceful, her body rotated lightly, and her skirt flew with it, like a blooming flower.
Her eyes were focused and charming, as if she was immersed in the world of dance, forgetting everything around her.
Every move she makes is full of power and beauty, making people involuntarily attracted to her.
There was a dagger attached to her wrist, which was completely black and without a trace of soul power, as if it was integrated with her.
This short sword is Lan Ruoruo's soul guide.
The smaller the melee soul guide, the more difficult it is to make, especially the high-level melee soul guide.
This short sword is undoubtedly the best among the best.
While Lan Ruoruo danced gracefully, the cold rain also moved.
He walked forward step by step with heavy steps.
"Clang, clang, clang!" The humanoid soul guide made a sound of metal collision, accompanied by his steps, which seemed a bit clumsy.
He raised his arms and assumed a posture ready for close combat, as if waiting for Lan Ruoruo's attack.
Han Yu didn't have any offensive soul guidance device on his body, only this humanoid soul guidance device.
As we all know, although the humanoid soul guide is powerful, it is extremely difficult to control and requires extremely high mental power and skills.
Lan Ruoruo did not rush directly towards Han Yu, but slowly approached him, testing his reaction like a cat playing with a mouse.
Han Yu's humanoid soul guide could only clumsily follow her movements and keep turning around, which seemed a little powerless.
In the spectator seats, Ye Yulin frowned slightly.
He saw that although Han Yu's humanoid soul guide was powerful, it was not flexible enough and was far less flexible than the core array.
It seems that this soul guidance device still has a lot of room for improvement.
Even so, Ye Yulin was still very interested in Han Yu's humanoid soul guide.
If it can be enlarged and equipped with a large number of attack soul guides, it will be a powerful force on the battlefield.
Ye Yulin thought to himself that even if Han Yu lost this game, it would still be a valuable experience for him. Young soul masters need to experience failure in order to grow better.
Lan Ruoruo's dance steps became more compact, and her body seemed like a wisp of erratic smoke, swirling around the cold rain.
As she danced, the blue dress undulated like waves, creating a blurred halo.
Her waist twists softly, outlining seductive curves, and every swing of her hips is full of teasing meaning.
The waves of breasts are looming under the cover of the blue dress, adding a bit of mystery and temptation.
Her every smile, every move exudes fatal attraction, as if she wants to suck Han Yu's soul into her.
Unfortunately, Han Yu's eyes were always as clear as water, without any fluctuation.
In the eyes hidden behind the mask, a faint red light flickered, like two burning fires.
He watched Lan Ruoruo's dance calmly, as if he was admiring a piece of art rather than a seductive beauty.
Lan Ruoruo's dance steps became faster and faster, her body rotated faster and faster, and her blue dress formed a rotating blue vortex around her.
Suddenly, she suddenly raised her slender left leg, and her blue dress rose high, revealing her fair and slender leg lines.
Immediately afterwards, her right leg was lifted up, and her skirt completely swung open, revealing her pink buttocks.
This sudden "beautiful scene" flashed by and was dazzling.
The moment Han Yu's eyes were attracted by this brief scene, Lan Ruoruo's body rotated like a top and flashed past Han Yu's left side.
Her originally charming expression instantly turned cold and vicious, with murderous intent flashing in her eyes.
Lan Ruoruo's delicate body rose into the air, holding the dark dagger tightly with both hands.
Two yellow, three purple, and one black, six soul rings shined on her body, three of them were shining brightly, and a powerful wave of soul power emanated from her body.
The dark dagger gradually turned into a dark purple under the infusion of soul power. The tip of the sword swallowed less than three inches of purple sword light, shining with dangerous light like the letter of a poisonous snake.
She aimed at the back of Han Yu's head and stabbed him hard with lightning speed.
This long-prepared attack gathered all Lan Ruoruo's strength, and she had absolute confidence in this attack.
She believed that even a soul master who had experienced hundreds of battles could not avoid this fatal blow, let alone the clumsy-looking humanoid soul tool controlled by Han Yu. (End of chapter)