Free Web NovelChapter 468: Chapter 468: Wang Dong Takes the Initiative — Performing a Martial Soul Fusion Skill (Extra)
After displaying overwhelming dominance on the arena, Huo Yuhao showed no intention of restraining himself.
His gaze swept across the geniuses of the various academy teams.
Though he said nothing,
his bearing was arrogant to the extreme.
Huo Yuhao had thought it through clearly.
Since he had chosen to participate in this Spirit Master Tournament,
he intended to seize the championship with crushing force.
There was no need for modesty.
Just as that person had once said...
this world was merely his training ground.
"Let’s go."
Zhang Lexuan nodded with a smile.
Under countless reverent gazes, the group left Star Luo Plaza directly.
...
Top floor of the hotel.
"Yuhao, you... you’re really already a Spirit Douluo? And... all hundred-thousand-year Spirit Rings?!"
No sooner had they returned than Xu Sanshi blurted out the question impatiently.
Bei Bei and the others also looked at him eagerly and excitedly.
They had wanted to ask on the arena,
but with so many eyes watching, it hadn’t been appropriate.
Ma Xiaotao and the other six of the current Shrek Seven Monsters were equally stunned.
As the academy’s most outstanding seven of their generation,
their pride was justified.
But a twelve-year-old Spirit Douluo with eight hundred-thousand-year Spirit Rings...
Such talent shattered their understanding of reality.
Facing everyone’s burning stares,
Huo Yuhao sat calmly on the sofa.
"Of course it was fake."
His tone was even.
"That was merely the effect of my Spirit Ability. It can simulate Spirit Ring colors and fluctuations in Spirit Power level."
As he spoke,
he glanced toward Zhang Lexuan, who stood nearby smiling silently.
"Senior Sister probably saw through it, right?"
He felt a trace of surprise in his heart.
In this life,
although the second Spirit Ring of his Spirit Eyes Martial Soul still originated from the Ice Silkworm,
with his fifty-level Spirit Power and body strengthened by ultimate power,
the strength sealed within his sea of consciousness by the Skydream Ice Silkworm had already raised that second Spirit Ring to a fifty-thousand-year level.
Logically speaking,
with a fifty-thousand-year Spirit Ring powering "Simulation,"
even Zhang Lexuan
should have had difficulty discerning truth from illusion.
Zhang Lexuan’s smile deepened slightly. Her dark eyes lingered on Huo Yuhao, a faint, unreadable glint passing through them.
"Junior Brother, your Simulation Spirit Ability can already pass falsehood for truth."
"To be honest, I didn’t notice any flaws."
"However, after Teacher met you before, he told me that although Yuhao is only twelve, his Spirit Power is already close to Level 50. His future is limitless."
Bei Bei, Ma Xiaotao, and the others were shaken once more.
They had long sensed that Huo Yuhao’s relationship with Senior Sister was unusual.
Only now did they realize—
the two of them shared the same teacher.
In that case...
did that mean Huo Yuhao was also a disciple of the Master of the Sea God’s Pavilion?
At the side, Wang Dong watched Huo Yuhao and Zhang Lexuan converse so naturally, and a faint bitterness rose uncontrollably in her heart.
In truth, she had something she wanted to ask Huo Yuhao in private.
When he circulated his Spirit Power earlier, why had her own Spirit Power resonated with his without warning?
That sensation...
felt like the extreme compatibility required for a Martial Soul fusion skill.
"Today’s battle was won cleanly."
Zhang Lexuan looked around at everyone and spoke calmly,
"However, a twelve-year-old Spirit Douluo is ultimately too shocking."
"If too much time passes, the other teams may grow suspicious."
"Although Yuhao’s Simulation is flawless, in the coming rounds it’s hard to guarantee no team will take the risk of probing him."
Bei Bei and the others stiffened, nodding in unison.
They understood her unspoken meaning.
Huo Yuhao was undeniably powerful.
But the competition was, in the end, a seven-person contest.
In the battles ahead, they would need to coordinate with him and play their own roles.
"Senior Sister."
Battle intent flickered in Ma Xiaotao’s eyes as she couldn’t help but speak up.
"The second round is the round-robin stage. How about letting us take the first match?"
Dai Yueheng, Chen Zifeng, and the others also clenched their fists, gazing at Zhang Lexuan with burning eyes.
But Zhang Lexuan did not hesitate. She shook her head and said:
"Other than Yuhao, the rest of you have yet to fully adapt to the rhythm of the competition."
"There are sixty-seven teams in the round-robin stage, divided into eight groups."
"That means we will have to fight at least seven matches."
"When we reach the middle of the schedule, there will naturally be opportunities for you to step in."
Ma Xiaotao and the other six could only sigh helplessly.
"Understood."
After the tactical meeting ended, everyone gradually dispersed.
"Yuhao, let’s grab something to eat together!"
It was close to noon.
Bei Bei and the others warmly invited Huo Yuhao.
But Huo Yuhao shook his head.
"No, I’ll return to my room to cultivate."
The Star Emperor Hotel provided meal delivery service.
Right now, he only wanted to seize every possible moment to cultivate and ascend to the Divine Realm as soon as possible.
Watching Huo Yuhao’s departing figure,
Bei Bei and the others exchanged glances and simultaneously gave a thumbs-up.
"With that kind of dedication to cultivation, if Yuhao isn’t strong, who would be?"
"Man is iron, food is steel—let’s fill our stomachs first!"
Just as they were about to leave,
they saw Wang Dong also turning toward her own room. freewёbnoνel.com
"Hey, Wang Dong, you’re not eating either?"
"Mm. Not hungry."
After Bei Bei and the others walked away,
the corridor grew quiet once more.
Wang Dong’s door quietly opened a crack.
She poked her head out, looked left and right, and after confirming no one was around, tiptoed toward Huo Yuhao’s room.
Knock, knock.
Knock, knock.
Just as she was about to knock again—
the door suddenly opened.
Caught off guard, her knuckles nearly struck the chest of the person inside.
Huo Yuhao stepped back half a pace to avoid it and said calmly:
"Do you need something?"
Wang Dong was momentarily at a loss for words before lowering her voice.
"Huo Yuhao, I... I have something I want to tell you."
Huo Yuhao looked down at Wang Dong, who only reached his shoulder. Her eyes flickered uncertainly.
"Just say it here."
Seeing that he wasn’t even willing to let her enter the room, Wang Dong’s delicate brows furrowed as she said resentfully:
"Huo Yuhao, did I ever offend you?!"
"No."
"You clearly did!"
Wang Dong lifted her face, biting her lip as she glared at him.
"You’re gentle and polite to Bei Bei and the others—so why are you so distant only toward me?!"
"Are you treating me differently?!"
Treating her differently...
Those three words made Huo Yuhao suddenly realize that perhaps he had never truly let go.
True detachment
should have been calm and indifferent—treating her like anyone else.
Silence spread through the corridor.
After a long moment,
Huo Yuhao turned and walked back into the room.
"Come in."
Wang Dong suppressed the sting at the tip of her nose and quickly followed him inside.
Before she could properly take in the furnishings, she heard Huo Yuhao say:
"If there’s something to say, say it quickly. I still need to cultivate."
Wang Dong sat down on the sofa and voiced the confusion in her heart.
"Huo Yuhao, when you circulated your Spirit Power on the arena earlier, my Spirit Power resonated with yours!"
As her words fell,
she released her Martial Soul.
Blue-gold radiance filled the room. Clear Spirit Power drifted around her like mist, making her figure appear even more ethereal.
"Huo Yuhao, release your Martial Soul and try it!"
Her eyes shone brightly,
her tone tinged with excitement.
"I suspect..."
"There’s some kind of resonance between our Martial Souls—maybe we can even perform a Martial Soul fusion skill!"
"If that’s true, then in this Spirit Master Tournament, we’ll have another trump card!"
