Chapter 524: Small gambling makes you happy, but big gambling hurts you! (7)

The incantation in his mouth never stopped. After this interlude, Huo Yuhao's chanting lasted for more than ten seconds.

Finally, his chanting ended. His eyes also turned purple-black. Behind him, Electrolux's figure froze slightly.

Immediately afterwards, Huo Yuhao raised his right hand and pointed toward No. 98.

Suddenly, layers of purple-black light appeared all over No. 98's body, and even the invincible shield could not prevent this undead magic from taking effect.

Within the golden invincible shield, No. 98 screamed loudly. He only felt that his body was beginning to melt from the surface of his skin. Trying his best to activate his soul power could only slightly slow down the melting process.

Withering, a magic that has extremely powerful single-target attacks. From the inside out, it directly acts on the opponent's spiritual level, igniting the vitality in his body, causing a strange elemental change in the vitality and his body, and thus melts itself.

He has also used this move before, and with his current strength to unleash this Death and Decay, the control of its power is even more exquisite.

No matter what level of strength it is, after being hit by the withering spell. They can only rely on their own energy to resist. If you cannot resist it, you will wither and die.

However, the withering technique released by Huo Yuhao at this time was acting on the outside, making all the defenses of No. 98 completely ineffective.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Ming Lei Douluo, who was in the central VIP room, couldn't wait any longer. Before he could go out, he shouted: "Number 98, admit defeat. End your ability soon."

Light and shadow flickered, and Dark Thunder Douluo appeared in mid-air in the golden hall, hanging there.

However, suddenly, the finger-sized soul bomb in No. 98's hand suddenly flashed with a strange red light, and then, a terrifying power that made Netherworld Thunder Douluo shrink his pupils suddenly expanded.

"No problem, I'll let him go now." Huo Yuhao smiled faintly, and pointed his right finger at No. 98 again, interrupting the withering technique.

No. 98 suddenly fell to the ground. He felt as if the skin all over his body had become muddy. The feeling that it might fall off at any time filled his heart with fear.

However, what frightened him even more was that the soul bomb next to him had become like a small sun.

"No, Merck!" Underworld Thunder Douluo waved his sleeves and flew into the soul shield, and the power of the anti-matter bomb suddenly exploded.

Looking up at the three referees who were already stunned, Huo Yuhao said with a smile: "Someone interfered with the game. It seems that I won, right?"

The three referees looked at each other, and then looked into the soul shield.

I saw Dark Thunder Douluo holding a giant blade wrapped with evil thunder and lightning, standing in front of his disciple.

However, his whole body was covered with countless horrific wounds, and even his clothes were turned into ashes. His whole body shook, and he fainted just like that.

"The power of level eight custom-installed soul-guided artillery shells!" the three referees exclaimed in unison.

"teacher!"

The protective shield was opened, and No. 98 helped Netherworld Thunder Douluo up and inspected his body.

After confirming that the teacher's life was safe, he breathed a sigh of relief. When he turned around and looked at Huo Yuhao again, his eyes became vicious.

The three referees had already stepped down from the referee's seat, but they did not go towards Huo Yuhao. Instead, they looked at the other person hesitantly.

"My subordinates pay their respects to the leader."

"Everyone, get up, Merck. Although your teacher is worthy of my brother, I am willing to admit defeat. Our Xishui League has always been based on integrity and will never do anything treacherous." The leader of the Xishui League has a majestic appearance. With his white hair neatly combed back, a white beard fluttering, and a kind smile on his face, it is easy to make people feel good when they meet him for the first time.

After he spoke, the three referees did not dare to neglect and hurriedly came to Huo Yuhao and announced that he had won this match.

"No, I haven't lost yet, I haven't lost yet!!" At this time, No. 98 had already reacted and said loudly.

However, Huo Yuhao pointed at the soul bomb that was as big as a human head behind him, causing the audience and staff present to turn pale.

A soul-guided bomb the size of a finger has the power of an eight-level fixed soul-guided artillery shell. What kind of terrifying power would a soul-guided bomb the size of a human head have?

Of course, they didn't know that the cannonball the size of a human head was used to bluff people.

Although the soul guidance circuit developed by Xuan Ziwen and others can produce antimatter, it is also measured in milligrams. It is absolutely impossible to create such a large bomb, otherwise even Huo Yuhao himself may not be able to control it.

Huo Yuhao smiled slightly and said: "I'm willing to admit defeat, what? In front of so many people, are you going to cheat?"

No. 96's face suddenly turned ugly. He grabbed Merck who was about to rush over and slapped him in the face: "Isn't it embarrassing enough? Come back with me."

As he said that, he carried Ming Lei Douluo on his back and took Merck off the stage. He dodged and disappeared.

"Hey, why did you run away?" Huo Yuhao said dissatisfied.

On the stage, the leader of the Xishui Alliance smiled slightly and said: "Hello, little friend, I am the owner of the Xishui Alliance, you can call me Nangong Wan."

"Hello, Leader Nangong, nice to see you."

Finally, the senior officials of the Xishui Alliance were brought out. Although nothing can be seen on the surface, the fact that the other party has such a good attitude after seeing his undead magic can explain a lot of problems.

Nangong Bowl didn't say much and said to the three referees: "Okay, let's announce the result of the game."

"Yes." The chief referee said loudly: "After fierce competition, the top three in the Xishui League sub-division of this year's Mingdu Soul Master Elite Competition have been decided. They are contestant No. 66 and contestant No. 88. Players and contestant No. 96. In addition to receiving today’s heavy prizes, they will also have the opportunity to represent our Xishui League in the finals against the top three in the other two divisions.”

The game was finally over. Some were happy and some were sad. Some gamblers who were extremely gambling and had placed their bets on Huo Yuhao began to cheer loudly. The gamblers who had made the wrong bet were all dejected.

Nangong Wan came to Huo Yuhao and said with a smile: "Little friend, I wonder if we can talk?"

Huo Yuhao said with a vigilant look in his eyes: "There's nothing to talk about. I'm here just to win rewards. Even if we want to talk, we can wait until I win the final championship. Also, you said before, even if I'm ninety If No. 8 runs away, you will also catch him."

As he spoke, his eyes were already looking at the rewards in the audience, his eyes filled with greedy light.

Nangong Wan smiled slightly and said: "Of course it is. After you win the final championship on behalf of our Xishui League, we will have a good talk. Then our Xishui League will also hand over Merck to you."

"One thing I can tell my little brother in advance is that if you win this honor for our Xishui League, then in addition to the rewards from the competition, our Xishui League will also have a separate generous gift for you."

"That would be great." Huo Yuhao agreed, turned around and left.

Nangong Wan stood on the stage, looking at Huo Yuhao with slightly narrowed eyes, a thoughtful look on his face. (End of chapter)