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"I see. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to absorb his spirit power like this! No one else can do that."
Huo Yuhao no longer cared about whether the auras were compatible or not and the martial soul fusion technique. The only thing he wanted to do at this moment was to devour.
Absorbing Wang Dong's soul power made his soul power grow rapidly, far exceeding the speed of his own cultivation.
Tian Meng continued, "But it's not over yet. Between you, there is still the terrifying fusion of three martial spirits!"
"Three martial souls fusion? What is that?"
"You each have three martial spirits, and any two of them can merge with each other!"
"Wang Dong actually has three martial souls?" Huo Yuhao asked, "And don't I have twin martial souls? When did I get a third martial soul?"
Tian Meng said: "The gray old man stayed in your spiritual sea and brought you a strange martial spirit, but I don't know what kind of power it is."
"That was really unexpected."
None of this news made Huo Yuhao more excited than the direct increase in his soul power.
After absorbing Wang Dong's soul power, his level experienced the first surge in his life.
No more slow and arduous advancement, but rapid advancement like a rocket.
In just a few minutes, his soul power level rose by a full level, which was equivalent to nearly a month of practice.
After his soul power broke through level 17, the speed of improvement slowed down again, but it was still much faster than when he practiced on his own.
However, his rapid upgrade comes at a price.
At this time, Wang Dong, who was pressed under him, was already sweating all over, and the rapid loss of soul power made him exhausted.
Even if I ran a hundred laps on the playground, I wouldn’t feel as tired as I do now.
Sweat soaked his blue-pink hair, and he trembled as he said, "Yuhao... stop... stop... it's enough..."
“What? Didn’t you want to explore the fusion technique of martial souls? It seems that our martial souls are indeed very compatible!” Huo Yuhao ignored his pleading and continued to hold him down. “It’s not enough to dare to think and dare to do. You must also dare to bear the consequences of your decisions!”
“Hao…Brother Hao…please…please…stop…” Wang Dong’s begging voice already became tearful, even his vision became blurry, and it was unclear whether the liquid in the corners of his eyes was tears or sweat.
Huo Yuhao felt like he was going crazy.
For five whole years, he had been practicing at a snail's pace.
But now, the rapid increase in soul power has completely made him sink. It turns out that rapid upgrade is such an addictive thing!
Wang Dong's chest was pressed down, and he was breathing more and more rapidly but couldn't get enough air. He wanted to resist, but his limbs were already weak and his consciousness was gradually becoming blurred.
All he could see was Huo Yuhao's excited smile.
bang bang bang-
There was a steady knock on the door, which seemed to bring Huo Yuhao back to reality from his madness.
"Who?" Huo Yuhao loosened the strength in his hands and asked outside the door.
"Brother Hao? Is Brother Hao here? It's time to set up the stall."
The person knocking on the door was Dai Huabin.
Feeling the pressure in his chest lift, Wang Dong greedily breathed in the fresh air. He had never felt Dai Huabin's voice so kind as he did now.
"coming."
Huo Yuhao jumped off the bed and went over to open the door.
As soon as Dai Huabin entered the dormitory, the first thing he saw was Huo Yuhao, and Wang Dong, who was lying on the bed behind him, with disheveled hair, untidy clothes, a blushing face, and tears in the corners of his eyes.
Dai Huabin was stunned for a moment, then said, "Uh... am I disturbing you? How about you continue?"
"Don't think about it, let's go."
Huo Yuhao felt that he could not squeeze any more soul power out of Wang Dong, so he said to Wang Dong.
"Thanks, Dong."
After he and Dai Huabin left, Wang Dong sat on Huo Yuhao's bed with a look of shame and anger on his face, and threw his pillow towards the door.
"Huo Yuhao, you bastard!"
He looked aggrieved, with tears in the corners of his eyes, just like a bullied little girl.
After venting, Wang Dong felt an inexplicable fatigue enveloping his whole body. His body collapsed and he fell on Huo Yuhao's bed and fell into a deep sleep.
……
Poseidon Island, lakeside.
Teacher Wang Yan, who was conducting the freshman assessment for Huo Yuhao today, was standing respectfully next to an old man.
The old man was very sloppy, with messy hair, his originally white robe was dirty and torn, and he was barefoot, looking completely unpresentable.
In his right hand he held a large gourd filled with fine wine, and in his left hand he held a roast chicken, eating it with mouthfuls of wine and meat.
Wang Yan said: "Master Xuan, this is the situation. Although those freshmen are still young, they are very worthy of attention."
The sloppy old man called Xuan Lao took a sip of wine and glanced at Wang Yan. Under his old appearance, he had a pair of bright red eyes.
"The original body's martial soul magic eye? Interesting." Old Xuan muttered in a hoarse voice.
Wang Yan asked again: "Master Xuan, is the hair martial spirit considered the martial spirit of the body?"
"Something close to it."
"Then the sisters Lan Susu and Lan Luoluo should also have the potential to be trained. They can even perform martial soul fusion techniques."
Elder Xuan shook his head and said, "No, the hair spirit is much weaker than the eye spirit. I will teach you today that the more important the corresponding part is to the body, the stronger the body spirit will be. Eyes are considered the top body spirit, and they are also spiritual in nature. However..."
A hint of doubt appeared on Old Xuan's face.
"Since he is a spiritual spirit, why is his physical fitness so strong? According to your description, his performance is more like that of a physical spirit. Are you sure you are right?"
Wang Yan said, "It is certain. All the students in the freshman class can testify that he defeated several challengers simply by relying on his physical strength."
“That’s really strange.” Elder Xuan said, “Save a seat for me when he plays his next game. I want to go see who this Huo Yuhao is.”
"Yes."
Chapter 62 Apology
A beam of sunlight shone into Dormitory 108 and onto Wang Dong's face.
"Ok?"
Wang Dong, who was sleeping soundly, groaned. His pink-blue eyelashes suddenly trembled and his nose twitched slightly.
Such a comfortable and familiar scent?
He stretched himself lazily, and his body, which still felt tired, looked particularly comfortable after being stretched straight.
“I had a great sleep~”
He hasn't slept so comfortably in a long time. What time is it now?
Wang Dong sat up from the bed and rubbed his sleepy eyes. The first thing he saw after waking up was Huo Yuhao grilling fish silently in front of the window.
"Are you awake?" Huo Yuhao asked calmly when he saw Wang Dong sitting up from the bed.
Wang Dong was stunned for a moment, and took a few seconds to recall what had happened before. Then he looked ashamed and angry, with his hands on his chest.
"Huo, Yu, Hao! What did you do to me?"
Facing Wang Dong's question, Huo Yuhao calmly replied: "Your guess is correct. Our martial spirits are highly compatible, and I can absorb your spirit power for cultivation."
"you you……"
Wang Dong recalled how uncomfortable he felt yesterday when he was pressed under Huo Yuhao, and he wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
"sorry."
Wang Dong stared at Huo Yuhao in a daze. The other party's sudden apology made him hold back the curse that was about to come out of his mouth.
"Yuhao, you...what's wrong with you?" Wang Dong asked cautiously.
In his impression, Huo Yuhao has always been a person who does his own thing and has a strong personality. It is hard to imagine that he would take the initiative to apologize to others.
Huo Yuhao said calmly: "I shouldn't have forced you. I was a little overbearing yesterday."
When he absorbed Wang Dong's soul power yesterday, the rapid increase in soul power made him lose his mind a little. When he returned to the dormitory at night and saw Wang Dong sleeping on his bed, he calmed down again.
That terrifying speed of cultivation benefited him greatly, but it came at a price.
Obviously, Wang Dong was the price. He had overdrawn his soul power and fed it all to Huo Yuhao. Fortunately, the soul power could still be restored.
Huo Yuhao was silent, and covered Wang Dong with a blanket. He stood in front of the window, looking at the night sky, and thinking all night.
What was the nature of what he did yesterday?
He had not thought too much about it beforehand, but after thinking back on it carefully, Huo Yuhao realized the evil nature of his actions.
He was lost in the power in front of him and ignored the feelings of others. Fortunately, Wang Dong only overdrew his soul power, which was not a big deal. He would be fine after a good sleep, but what if this left him with any sequelae? After all, he was still a twelve-year-old boy.
Huo Yuhao is not a saint, but if he really hurt Wang Dong, he would feel a little guilty.
He always claimed that he didn't care about power, but on the road to powerful power, he still lost himself.
Oh, power...
It is such an addictive poison that money cannot compare to it even one ten-thousandth of it.
This is the fucking world. Without power, there is nothing!
While Wang Dong was in a daze, Huo Yuhao said, “Don’t explore the compatibility anymore. Let’s just let this matter go.”
Wang Dong hurriedly stopped him and said, "Don't give up just like that. Don't you realize that this will improve our cultivation speed?"
Although his soul power was sucked away by Huo Yuhao, after it was restored, the original soul power limit was actually broken through.
He stammered, "We can definitely practice together like this in the future. We...we haven't yet mastered the martial soul fusion technique. But...but you are not allowed to be so overbearing in the future...I have to stop if I say so..."
Huo Yuhao smiled easily, knowing that Wang Dong did not blame him. He handed over a skewer of grilled fish: "Would you like some grilled fish?"
Wang Dong took it happily. He had slept for who knew how long and was already hungry.
While he was eating, he thought of something and blushed. He asked, "I...I slept in your bed yesterday. Where did you sleep?"
The implication was that Huo Yuhao slept in his bed last night. How could he, who always liked cleanliness, accept this?