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The evil soul master wanted to use others as nourishment, but now, some people wanted to use the evil soul master as nourishment.
The yellow-haired young man continued, "The Xishui League has set up a competition arena today. If you defeat the level 6 soul master who set up the competition arena, you can choose a certain weight of several rare metals as a reward, and you can also be recruited by the Xishui League."
"Of course, the challenger can't be too strong, or they won't accept him. What do you think, brother? It won't be long before another challenger comes. Do you want to bet on a few games?"
"A little gambling is fun, just for fun, hahahaha."
Rather than watching the underground fighting spirit competition, he seemed to prefer enjoying the fun brought by gambling, and continued to tempt Huo Yuhao.
Huo Yuhao raised his lips slightly and replied, “Small bets are boring. If you want to gamble, bet big. Go all in. Brother, maybe you can reach the pinnacle of your life.”
As he said that, he flipped over and jumped, landing directly in the center of the competition field, and said coldly: "I want to challenge."
The yellow-haired young man was stunned. He had never expected Huo Yuhao to be so direct. He wanted to persuade people to enter the handicap, not to persuade people to play.
But soon, he picked up his old job again, walked to the odds, and waited for Xishui League to give the odds.
The room next to the underground fighting arena was luxuriously decorated. In the middle of the room sat an old man in his sixties with long silver-gray hair.
He has a strong build, a slightly old face but a pair of sharp eyes.
This is the third elder of the Holy Spirit Church, Nether Thunder Douluo, who is not only an evil soul master Titled Douluo, but also a ninth-level soul mentor.
In front of him stood the evil soul master Soul Emperor who had just appeared on the scene.
Minglei Douluo asked: "How was the harvest?"
This evil soul master soul emperor was only about twenty years old, with an ordinary appearance and a short stature, but his eyes revealed greed and cunning.
He chuckled and said, "Teacher, I have killed a Soul King and a Soul Emperor today. I feel that my cultivation has improved a lot. I will be able to break through again soon."
Breaking through to the Soul Emperor level at the age of around 20 can already be considered a leader among people, and his innate soul power is only a mediocre level five, which is enough to show how fast the evil soul master can upgrade.
If he could let go and kill indiscriminately, his upgrade speed would be even faster.
Minglei Douluo nodded with great satisfaction. This young evil soul master could be said to be his most satisfied student at present. He had good talent as a soul master, but unfortunately his training speed was slightly insufficient.
Now the leader has issued an order that for the sake of the Holy Church's great cause, cooperation must be started with Crown Prince Xu Tianran, and the killing of Sun and Moon civilians must be curbed.
However, by conducting underground fighting spirits, his disciples can still kill rationally and improve their cultivation. In addition to killing, they can also bring in a lot of money by setting up gambling games, which can be said to kill two birds with one stone.
The evil soul master asked worriedly at this time: "Teacher, two people have died in the ring today. I'm afraid no one will dare to challenge again."
Minglei Douluo laughed and said, "Haha, as long as we put out more rare metals, there will naturally be soul masters who overestimate their own abilities and fall into the trap."
As soon as he finished speaking, the calm and powerful words "I want to challenge" rang out from the fighting arena outside and penetrated into the room.
The young evil soul master was stunned for a moment, and greed and excitement appeared in his eyes again.
"Teacher, there are fish coming."
"No hurry, let me take a look first." Minglei Douluo frowned, sensing the challenger in the center of the fighting arena.
"He is also a Soul Emperor, but he should have just broken through not long ago. Do you want to fight him?" Although Minglei Douluo asked this, he did not doubt that his student would not be the opponent's opponent.
The evil soul master youth immediately responded: "Teacher, just watch how I make him die in agony."
Minglei Douluo smiled slightly and waved his hand at him: "Go."
The young evil soul master had an excited smile on his face, but before leaving the room, he was stopped by Nether Thunder Douluo.
"Wait, we should keep this person. Maybe we can recruit him."
He was stunned for a moment, then said respectfully: "Yes, teacher."
After the disciples left, Minglei Douluo frowned and said to himself, "He is not very old, but his cultivation has reached the Soul Emperor level. Who does he belong to?"
Such talent seemed a little too terrifying. Could he be from Mingde Hall or the royal family? Or from Pingfan League or Aodu Chamber of Commerce?
Even the third elder of the Holy Spirit Church couldn't help but become cautious. He was about to remind his disciples to be more careful, but when he saw that the latter had already gone to the fighting arena, he did not stop them, but began to watch the game seriously.
This is the territory of the Xishui League. Even if the opponent is powerful, he should know to abide by the rules of the Xishui League and have no complaints even if he is killed.
If the other party is really powerful, Minglei Douluo would not mind detaining him and exchanging some benefits with the forces behind him.
There are no referees in underground fighting spirits, only someone announcing the odds at the handicap.
"A new mysterious challenger has appeared. The duel will begin in ten minutes. The current odds are: challenger 1:1.43, champion 1:1.18."
"I'll buy the Challenger!"
"I'll buy the champion!"
As soon as the odds were opened, countless gamblers began a new round of gambling. Those who won wanted to win again, and those who lost wanted to get their money back. No one cared about the fighting spirit itself.
The yellow-haired young man was about to bet his gold soul coin on the champion, but after hesitating, he changed his bet to the challenger to win.
In the center of the fighting arena, in the ten minutes before the fighting began, the evil soul master smiled at Huo Yuhao from afar and said, "You should feel lucky. You would not have survived if you entered this fighting arena, but my teacher asked me to spare your life."
“Oh.” Huo Yuhao said calmly, “The competition is about to begin. Don’t you want to share your names?”
The evil soul master was stunned for a moment, looking at the black-haired boy with sunglasses opposite him with some confusion, and laughed: "In this underground black market, never say your name easily, don't you understand?"
"That's such a pity." Huo Yuhao's calm tone revealed a hint of regret.
"Game start!"
The person at the handicap shouted, announcing the official start of the game. There was no referee, and life and death were in the hands of people.
Two yellow, two purple, and two black, six soul rings with the best ratio suddenly appeared behind the evil soul master. Along with the horrifying soul power fluctuations, an extremely thick gun barrel grew out of his shoulder, and a faint light gathered in the dark gun barrel.
“Level six energy-gathering destructive cannon? Are these evil soul masters also playing with soul guides?” Huo Yuhao immediately recognized the cannon barrel in the other party’s hand. It was a long-range soul guide that was famous for its destructive power.
Once it has fully accumulated energy and hits, the consequences will be disastrous, but Huo Yuhao doesn't seem to react.
"Okay, kill him, kill him!"
Most of the gamblers around bet on the evil soul master to win. He has won two games in a row, and the probability of winning three games in a row is very high.
They had already gone crazy with gambling and only wanted to win it back through this game.
But Huo Yuhao disappointed these gamblers.
boom--
A terrifying roar was heard, and the energy-gathering cannon was successfully fired, but it hit nothing. It only hit the wall of the fighting arena, leaving a big hole.
With a loud bang, the energy-gathering cannon on the evil soul master's shoulder fell to the ground, but his whole body left the ground with both feet, and was lifted into the air by a huge force.
"Ahhh-"
In just a moment, Huo Yuhao flashed in front of him, raised his right arm high, grabbed the evil soul master's face tightly, and lifted him up.
The gun barrel slipped out of his hand, and the evil soul master young man felt an inexplicable fear in his heart. He instinctively chose to give up using the soul guide and instead released his own soul skills to deal with it.
The fourth and fifth soul rings flashed at the same time, but Huo Yuhao did not give him any time to react. While launching the soul attack, he raised his right foot and stepped on his left knee swiftly, fiercely and fiercely.
There was another winter sound, and the fourth and fifth soul rings that were about to light up dimmed together.
Not far away from the fighting arena, a broken leg with broken bones and dripping blood was lying there quietly.
The trouser leg was torn, and the muscles above the broken leg seemed to be twitching slightly under the action of physiological functions.
"what--"
For a moment, the screams of the evil soul master youth resounded throughout the underground fighting soul arena and the entire underground black market.
"You dare!" In the room, Minglei Douluo, who had been watching the battle, could no longer sit still.
This was his most satisfied disciple, but after just one encounter, before he could even react, his left leg was crippled by the other party, and in the most incurable way.
He flew out of the room and was about to stop the game when he was shocked.
A wisp of grey flame was seen burning slowly on Huo Yuhao’s right hand, becoming increasingly intense and soon about to devour the evil soul master’s head.
"This...this is..."
Minglei Douluo widened his eyes. In the burning gray flame, he felt a power that made him excited, yearning, and afraid.
Huo Yuhao turned his head slightly and looked in the direction of Nether Thunder Douluo, and said calmly: "Don't you Xishui League not interfere with the outcome of the competition?"
Chapter 302: Acquaintances in the Holy Spirit Church
Everyone's eyes were focused on the center of the fighting arena, especially the gamblers who had placed a large sum of money on the champion.
The odds for the champion were very low, but given his two consecutive crushing victories and his trust in the Xishui League, the vast majority of gamblers bet on the champion of the Xishui League to win.
Of course, there are also some people who choose to bet on the mysterious challenger for victory, even though they know nothing about the two opponents. However, high odds mean high risks and also high returns.
The handicap of this underground fighting spirit competition is completely different from that of the casino where the fighting spirit competition is held every five years. The gamblers here don’t know the players on the field at all, don’t know where they come from, what their abilities are, and don’t even know their names.
Perhaps even the contestants decided to fight on a whim, and the outcome depends entirely on luck. This is the characteristic of underground fighting spirits.
But these gamblers dare to invest most of their gold soul coins into the black hole-like odds just for the profits they think are in their pockets.
At this moment, the gamblers who had placed a large sum of money on the champion looked at the two people in the center of the fighting arena with bloodshot eyes.
Noticing at least two hundred malicious gazes around him, Huo Yuhao looked coldly around the outside of the field with his sunglasses on.
The faint pressure from the Soul Emperor radiated from him to the surroundings, and one could feel those gazes turning away in fear.
Huo Yuhao then looked back at the evil soul master youth in his hand.
The martial soul of this evil soul master is ghost fire. Unlike ordinary high-temperature flames, his dark green ghost fire does not have the characteristics of high temperature, but instead emits a cold air.
The energy-gathering destructive cannon he had just used was filled with a hint of ghostly aura from the ghost fire, and was extremely strange and evil.
But neither the ghost fire nor the destructive cannon could hurt Huo Yuhao at all.
Although evil soul masters can quickly upgrade through killing, the powerful strength of this evil soul master youth mainly comes from his evil abilities and soul mentor talent, both of which are completely crushed in front of Huo Yuhao.
In the most primitive and direct physical conflict, his left leg was instantly disabled.
Huo Yuhao slowly stepped his right foot back onto the ground, raised his head and looked up at Nether Thunder Douluo in the air, and said coldly:
"Is Xishui League trying to interfere with the fighting spirit competition?"
He was not only questioning, but also carefully observing Minglei Douluo's reaction.
Minglei Douluo stopped his original move to stop the game and instead looked at the center of the fighting arena with excitement.
Huo Yuhao narrowed his eyes. Minglei Douluo must have been shocked by the existence of undead magic.
Gray flames ignited from his right hand and soon engulfed the evil soul master's head.
The body of the young evil soul master was shaking violently in the air. The fear from the depths of his soul had made him forget the pain in his left leg.