Douluo's ice devil Yuhao

Chapter 25
"You... what did you say?"

The young man was slightly taken aback when he heard Huo Yuhao's words.

"Don't you have long ears?" Huo Yuhao asked impatiently, "I said you send it to who?"

"you you you……"

The boy's handsome face was flushed with anger, he trembled all over, he took two steps back, pointed at Huo Yuhao with one hand, and couldn't speak a complete sentence for a long time.

He came from a noble family, and everyone around him spoke softly to him since he was a child, how could anyone dare to speak to him like that?

"What are you?" Huo Yuhao asked with a sneer without saying a word, "The reaction is so big, do you not grow that thing?"

"Shut up!" the young man shouted, blushing, "You vulgar bastard who doesn't know etiquette!"

"Oh, I don't understand etiquette when I say a few foul words, but you understand etiquette when you give orders to me, don't you?"

Huo Yuhao sneered and clapped his hands in a strange way.

"Then you really know etiquette——"

After clapping his hands, he said again: "We are equal, we are equal, we are equal, we are the same! Don't blame anyone."

"You...I..."

As a young man who has not experienced much in the world, how can he speak more than Huo Yuhao?

"Because I'm stronger than you, so you have to obey me obediently, or I'll beat you out! Big fists are the last word. If you don't believe me, you can try it!"

After finishing speaking, the boy's mood seemed to calm down a little, and a little arrogance appeared on his face, which seemed to be the confidence brought to him by his strength.

He does have the capital to be proud, and he has already reached the realm of a second-ring great soul master at this age.

"Do you think you're good at fighting?" Huo Yuhao said with a sinister smile, "Now, one-on-one, grandpa-grandmatch, whoever loses will kneel down, and call the opponent "Master, dare you come!"

The young man was taken aback, he didn't expect Huo Yuhao to bet so big directly, but his confidence in strength and youthful vigor made him not understand what it meant to back off.

"Dare! Why don't you dare, I want to see how you can be so arrogant."

"Then come on." Huo Yuhao jumped off the bed and walked straight to the outside of the dormitory building.

The boy with pink and blue hair also followed.

There was an open space in front of the dormitory building. Huo Yuhao stood on the open space and glanced slightly at the lying old man. He seemed to be looking at this side curiously.

That was a mysterious master, and with him beside him, Tianmeng could only hide in his own sea of ​​spirit, not daring to vent his breath.

"Why, are you afraid?" the pink-blue haired boy challenged when he saw Huo Yuhao's hesitation.

Huo Yuhao put his hands in his pockets, and said disdainfully: "Heh, Brother Hao doesn't kill unknown people. My name is Huo Yuhao. What's your name?"

"Wang Dong!"

Wang Dong's eyes were full of disdain and contempt.

But he quickly froze.

Because he saw a deeper and deeper contempt in Huo Yuhao's eyes.

"Let's see what skills you have!" Wang Dong thought viciously.

Since he was a child, no one dared to show such a look to him, how could he not be angry!
"Brighten your martial soul." Huo Yuhao said calmly, and at the same time the pure white first soul ring rose from under his feet, "Look at yours."

Wang Dong was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed exaggeratedly.

"Hahaha——I thought you had some kind of arrogant capital, but it turns out that's all you have. To deal with you, I don't even need a martial spirit."

"Be careful biting your tongue if you talk too much!" Huo Yuhao sneered, "Not long ago, there was a guy who smirked in front of Brother Hao, but it ended badly."

Wang Dong chuckled lightly, touched the ground with his toes, and rushed directly towards Huo Yuhao.

His speed is very fast, his body is light but full of strength, like an arrow drawn from a hard bow.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Dong flashed in front of Huo Yuhao.

But Huo Yuhao was unmoved, still maintaining an arrogant posture with his hands in his pockets.

"Are you scared stupid?" Wang Dong secretly delighted, raised his slender right leg, and stepped straight towards his chest.

Huo Yuhao didn't move his position, just bent his knees slightly and turned his upper body slightly to avoid Wang Dong's kick.

"So confident?"

Wang Dong didn't expect Huo Yuhao to evade his own attack with such a relaxed posture, and then kicked Huo Yuhao's neck with force with his right leg hanging in the air.

At this moment, Huo Yuhao straightened his originally bent legs, and lifted his upper body together, placing Wang Dong's right leg on his shoulder.

The two of them now maintain such a weird posture: Wang Dong stands on one foot with his left leg, and his right leg is placed straight on Huo Yuhao's shoulder, like standing on a horse.

"Ah."

Wang Dong still wanted to launch a further attack, only to hear a sneer.

"Beautiful fists and embroidered legs, showy and gaudy, care about one thing and lose another, it's just a show."

Their faces were so close that Wang Dong could clearly see the cold blue light in Huo Yuhao's eyes.

"If your foot is not stable and you do the mid-air splits, no one has taught you how to keep your legs below your knees?"

Huo Yuhao lifted his foot, and kicked hard on Wang Dong's left leg which was used to support him.

Wang Dong only felt a piercing pain spread from his left knee, his pink blue eyes widened to the extreme, and he let out a soft howl of pain.

"what--"

The left leg was originally stretched straight, but the knee suddenly received a huge impact from the front. At this moment, Wang Dong only felt pain and numbness in the left leg, and he lost control.

Huo Yuhao didn't give him a chance to breathe. He stretched out his left hand, pushed forward his right leg on his shoulder, and directly knocked Wang Dong down.

Wang Dong fell heavily to the ground, Huo Yuhao's right foot pressed against his left knee, his left arm firmly pressed his right leg, and Wang Dong's own right leg blocked his own right hand.

Wang Dong's flexibility is very good, it would be very painful for ordinary people to maintain this movement, but he can do it easily.

Now, all his major limbs are under control.

Wang Dong still wanted to struggle, and resisted with his left hand, but a chill came from his neck.

A short knife was pressed against his neck, and the cold knife surface was closely connected with the fair skin of the neck, causing a pimple.

"Knife?"

Wang Dong raised his head and looked at the young man who was smiling contemptuously, his eyes shining with blue light, and a fear that he had never felt before rose in his heart.

Huo Yuhao asked: "Why, you still haven't conceded defeat?"

The severe pain in his left knee, the chill in his neck, the fear in his heart... Wang Dong gritted his teeth and remained silent for a while, then said unwillingly, "I...I lost."

Huo Yuhao got up from him, flexibly swung the white tiger dagger a few times with his right hand, put it in his belt, and said, "Grandpa, you don't need to call, after all, you are a classmate, Brother Hao doesn't want you to be too embarrassing, so he forced Brother Hao to recognize you unilaterally." Be a grandson."

"In the future, don't think that you can be domineering and show off your power casually because you are powerful."

Wang Dong regained his freedom, sat up from the ground, rubbed his left knee, looked at Huo Yuhao, and felt extremely horrified.

Is this really a soul master with only a ten-year soul ring?Why so much strength?What is his martial spirit?
Moreover, Wang Dong could feel that Huo Yuhao was showing mercy, otherwise his left leg would be destroyed directly.

When he thought of being beaten like this because he was careless and didn't even release his martial soul, Wang Dong felt wronged and ashamed.

"I don't accept it!" He shouted at Huo Yuhao unwillingly, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

From childhood to adulthood, the two elders in the family have protected him like a treasure, and they always give way to themselves when they compete with others.

Where did Wang Dong come across when someone put a knife on his neck like today, and let alone the loss, the other party actually said such rude words to him before...

He just felt ashamed and angry, and his tone was crying.

Huo Yuhao shrugged.

These little brats are all virtuous, and they cry when they lose.

He was about to use the old method to comfort the little kid, but he heard Wang Dong continue: "I am clearly stronger than you in spirit power, why should I lose to you!"

Huo Yuhao's expression suddenly became extremely gloomy.

"So you cry too?"

"So you also know that the weak will cry when they are bullied?"

He slowly walked in front of Wang Dong, his blue eyes looking down were terrifyingly indifferent.

"But didn't you say that big fists are the last word?"

(End of this chapter)