Chapter 364 My name is Lan Ruoruo!
The close combat soul guide long sword in Zhao Shouze's hand, which was close to level 7, showed amazing toughness. The golden-red blade still stood upright in place, and the blade was humming and trembling, as if it was under great pressure.
The rapid-fire soul guide cannon shell that was split in two by it was now bursting with destructive energy.
The golden-red blade split the energy of the shell in two, but also changed the trajectory of the shell.
The two violent energies, like two fire dragons, hit Zhao Shouze fiercely.
This underground force competition was different from the general soul guide competition. The contestants could only use the soul guides they made in advance.
This meant that Zhao Shouze did not carry any triggered soul guide shields.
The shell that was split in two still contained terrifying destructive power.
This power poured on Zhao Shouze without reservation. Even a soul guide long sword close to level 7 could not completely offset this impact.
Zhao Shouze's body was instantly shattered under the impact of this violent energy.
Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and broken bones splashed, forming an extremely tragic picture.
His upper body completely disappeared in the explosion, leaving only two legs standing alone, telling the tragedy that had just happened.
The golden-red long sword 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 out a charred mark.
The aftermath of the explosion gradually dissipated, and the whole venue fell into a dead silence.
In the audience, there was silence, and you could hear a pin drop.
Although the competition of underground forces has always been known for its cruelty, there are no rules and restrictions, and life and death are not important.
But such a bloody scene, witnessing a living person being blown to pieces at such a close distance, is still difficult for most people to accept.
Waves of retching sounded one after another, breaking the suffocating silence.
In the rest area of Xishui League, except for the calm deputy leader, everyone else had stood up, with different expressions.
Some were shocked, some were terrified, and some were excited.
Even No. 98, who once hated Han Yu and the yellow-clothed man, couldn't help but cheer at this moment.
No one expected that the long-range soul guide could be used in this way, firing the muzzle at the opponent, which was simply too fierce!
The yellow-clothed man flew backwards with the help of the recoil force and landed steadily on the competition stage.
He didn't even look at Zhao Shouze's limbs, picked up the huge rapid-fire cannon, turned around and walked towards Xishui League.
"The first game is over. Huang Yi, wins."
The voice of the verdict echoed in the arena. The yellow-clothed man heard the voice and his body suddenly stagnated. As if he suddenly remembered something, he stopped his original steps to leave.
He turned his heavy footsteps and walked towards the direction where Zhao Shouze's limbs 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 blood stain.
He slowly leaned down, stretched out his rough big hand, and grabbed the bloody big knife.
The blade was heavy, and the blade was shining coldly, as if it was still telling the fierce battle just now.
He raised the big knife, pointed the tip of the knife to the sky, and cast his eyes at Ye Yulin who was slowly descending in the air. His rough voice was accompanied by a hint of inquiry: "Referee, this trophy should belong to me, right?"
Ye Yulin's eyes twitched slightly, and he thought to himself: The fighting style of this yellow-clothed man is really unheard of and incredible! So rough, so direct, so bloody, so violent! It was the first time he saw such a fierce fighting method.
However, he had to admit that the talent of this yellow-clothed man was indeed amazing!
"Okay." Ye Yulin nodded, agreeing, "But in the subsequent competitions, you can only use the soul guide you made."
"Okay." The yellow-clothed man responded briefly. He carried the confiscated broadsword on his shoulder, and on the other shoulder was his iconic heavy artillery.
He walked down the stage with heavy steps.
The yellow-clothed man disappeared at the entrance of the passage, and the staff began to clean up the blood and body fragments on the stage. After a cleaning, Ye Yulin announced again: "The second and seventh place are on stage."
Han Yu's mind moved, and he urged the humanoid soul guide to take steps and walk towards the stage.
The humanoid soul guide bent its legs, accumulated strength, and then kicked hard, shooting into the air like a cannonball.
With a loud "bang", the humanoid soul guide fell heavily on the stage, and the metal shell collided with the table surface, making a deafening sound.
Although this all-metal humanoid soul guide looks a little bulky, it is full of momentum and deterrence.
On the other side, a girl in a blue dress walked lightly onto the competition stage. It was the girl in blue dress from Pingfan League.
The situation of Aodu Chamber of Commerce was already precarious at this moment.
One person was eliminated, one was killed, and the loss was heavy.
In contrast, although Pingfan League did not rank high in the skill challenge, all three female players successfully advanced, and their luck was much better.
The friction of metal 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, ten steps, and came to Ye Yulin.
Ye Yulin nodded slightly to Han Yu, indicating that the game was about to begin.
The girl in blue dress on the other side moved lightly and came slowly.
She took every step carefully, her skirt swaying, her figure graceful, like a willow in the wind, making people feel pity.
Her delicate face was a little frightened and uneasy, like a frightened deer, making people want to protect her.
She was only eighteen or nineteen years old, which added a bit of charming temperament.
Ye Yulin said loudly: "Both sides are named."
"Han." Han Yu's voice was cold and concise, without a trace of emotion.
"My name is Lan Ruoruo." The girl's voice was soft and trembling, "Brother, you, you won't kill me like you just now? I... I'm a little scared."
As she spoke, her body trembled slightly, and her pretty face became paler, as if she was really scared.
The light of fear flashed in her big watery eyes, making people feel pity.
However, Han Yu was indifferent to her fear, and didn't even give her a glance.
He turned around and walked towards the competition stage, his steps firm and steady, without the slightest hesitation.
Beauty was like a passing cloud to him. This girl from the Ordinary League really chose the wrong target.
How many temptations has Han Yu experienced?
The cold and noble Snow Emperor, the charming and enchanting Ice Emperor, the gentle and considerate Qiu'er, which one is not stunning?
This Lan Ruoruo is just a chess piece cultivated by the Ordinary League, a place of sound and color. In Han Yu's eyes, her soul has long been tainted, and this pretentious performance can't arouse his sympathy. He didn't even stop and walked straight to his position.
A trace of shame flashed in Lan Ruoruo's eyes. She always boasted that she was extraordinary and no one could 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 resent Han Yu even more.
He is just a piece of wood, a wood who doesn't understand romance! She cursed in her heart, but could only turn around and retreat to her position helplessly.
She bit her lower lip lightly, a trace of unwillingness flashed in her eyes, and she secretly swore in her heart that she must make this man succumb to her charm.
Ye Yulin rose into the air again. This time, his eyes were fixed on Han Yu. He wanted to see what this young man was capable of to be so arrogant.
He had to see how far this young man could go.
"Start!" With an order, Lan Ruoruo moved.
Her toes lightly touched the ground, as light as a dragonfly touching the water. In an instant, she floated towards Han Yu like a light blue butterfly.
Her dance steps were elegant and graceful, like a fairy descending to the earth, with fluttering sleeves and spinning skirts, like a dream.
Lan Ruoruo's start was gentle and quick, and she lightly touched the ground with her toes, bringing a breeze.
Her blue long skirt fluttered with it, and the skirt rose and fell like waves, rippling out a beautiful arc.
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 danced, the special features of her long skirt also appeared.
As the skirt fluttered, her fair skin was looming, like a flash in the pan, which made people daydream.
The sleeves on her shoulders were uniquely designed, not completely covering her arms. As her arms danced, the sleeves also rippled, like the sparkling water, reflecting the lights of the stage.
A pair of white arms, like tender lotus roots, were more moving against the backdrop of the sleeves.
Lan Ruoruo's dance posture became more and more graceful, her body spun lightly, and her skirt fluttered with it, like a blooming flower.
Her eyes were focused and charming, as if she was immersed in the world of dance and forgot everything around her.
Every move she made was full of power and beauty, which made people involuntarily attracted to her.
A short sword was tightly attached to her wrist, which was completely black, without a trace of soul power fluctuation, 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 for high-level melee soul guides.
This short sword is undoubtedly a masterpiece among masterpieces.
While Lan Ruoruo was dancing, Han Yu also moved.
He took heavy steps and walked forward step by step.
"Clang, clang, clang!" The humanoid soul guide made a metal collision sound, which seemed a bit clumsy along with his steps.
He raised his arms and posed in a posture ready for close combat, as if waiting for Lan Ruoruo's attack.
Han Yu did not have any attack soul guides on his body, only this humanoid soul guide.
As we all know, although the humanoid soul guide is powerful, it is extremely difficult to control and requires extremely high mental strength and skills.
Lan Ruoruo did not rush directly to Han Yu, but slowly approached him around him, like a cat playing with a mouse, testing his reaction.
Han Yu's humanoid soul guide could only clumsily follow her movements and keep turning, seeming a bit powerless.
In the spectator seat, Ye Yulin frowned slightly.
He saw that although Han Yu's humanoid soul guide was powerful, it was not flexible enough, far less flexible than the core array.
It seemed that this soul guide still had a lot of room for improvement.
Even so, Ye Yulin was full of interest in Han Yu's humanoid soul guide.
If it could be enlarged and equipped with a large number of attack soul guides, it would be a powerful force on the battlefield.
Ye Yulin thought to himself that even if Han Yu lost the game, it would be a valuable experience for him. Young soul guides need to experience failure in order to grow better.
Lan Ruoruo's dance steps became more and more compact, and her body was like a wisp of erratic light smoke, lingering around Han Yu.
The blue dress rose and fell like waves as she danced, rippling with a blurred halo.
Her waist twisted softly, outlining an attractive curve, and every swing of her hips was full of teasing.
The waves of her breasts were looming under the cover of the blue dress, adding a bit of mystery and temptation.
Her every frown, smile, and every move exuded a fatal attraction, as if to suck Han Yu's soul in.
Unfortunately, Han Yu's eyes were always as clear as water, without the slightest 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 appreciating a work of art, not a seductive beauty.
Lan Ruoruo's dance steps became faster and faster, her body spun faster and faster, and the blue dress formed a spinning blue vortex around her.
Suddenly, she raised her slender left leg, and her blue skirt was lifted up, revealing her fair and slender leg lines.
Then, her right leg was also raised, and the skirt was completely swung open, revealing her pink buttocks.
This sudden "beautiful view" flashed by, dazzling.
Just as Han Yu's eyes were attracted by this brief scene, Lan Ruoruo's body spun like a gyroscope and flashed past Han Yu's left side.
Her originally charming expression instantly became cold and vicious, and her eyes flashed with murderous intent.
Lan Ruoruo's delicate body soared into the air, holding the black short sword tightly with both hands.
Two yellow, three purple, and one black, six soul rings shone on her body, three of which were shining brightly, and a strong soul power fluctuation emanated from her body.
The dark short sword gradually turned into a dark purple color under the infusion of soul power. The tip of the sword emitted a purple sword light less than three inches long, flashing dangerous light like the tongue of a poisonous snake.
She aimed at the back of Han Yu's head and stabbed it fiercely with lightning speed.
This long-awaited attack condensed all of Lan Ruoruo's strength. She had absolute confidence in this attack.
She believed that even a battle-hardened soul master could not avoid this fatal attack, let alone the clumsy humanoid soul guide controlled by Han Yu. (End of this chapter)
