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 was still standing straight in place, and the blade was vibrating as if it was under great pressure.

The rapid-fire soul guide cannon shell that was previously split into two by it was now bursting out with destructive energy.

The golden-red blade split the energy of the shell in two, but it also changed the trajectory of the shell.

Two violent energies, like two fire dragons, slammed heavily onto Zhao Shouze.

This underground force competition is different from the general soul guide competition. The contestants can only use the soul guides they made in advance.

This means that Zhao Shouze did not carry any triggered soul guide shield.

The shell that was split into two still contained terrifying destructive power.

This force poured onto Zhao Shouze without reservation. Even a soul-guiding long sword as strong as level seven could not completely offset this impact.

Zhao Shouze's body was instantly torn into pieces by this violent energy impact.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and broken bones splashed, creating an extremely tragic picture.

His upper body completely disappeared in the explosion, leaving only his two legs standing there alone, telling of the tragedy that had just happened.

The golden-red long sword, losing 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 embedded deeply into the ground, melting away to leave a charred mark.

The aftermath of the explosion gradually dissipated and the entire place fell into deathly silence.

In the audience, there was absolute silence, and you could hear a pin drop.

Although underground competitions have always been known to be cruel, with no rules or restrictions, life and death are not a concern.

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 sounds came one after another, breaking the suffocating silence.

In the rest area of ​​Xishui League, except for the calm-looking 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 man in yellow, couldn't help but cheer at this moment.

No one expected that a long-range soul guide could be used in this way, pointing the muzzle at the opponent and firing. This is simply too powerful!
The big man in yellow 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 remains, picked up the huge rapid-fire cannon, turned around and walked towards the Xishui League.

"The first match is over. Yellow-clad wins."

The sound of the verdict echoed in the arena. When the big man in yellow heard the sound, his body suddenly stopped, as if he suddenly remembered something, and stopped his steps to leave.

He turned with heavy footsteps and walked towards the direction where Zhao Shouze's body parts were scattered.

One step, two steps, three steps, four steps, five steps, six steps, seven steps, eight steps, nine steps, ten steps, and he finally stopped in front of the bloodstain.

He slowly leaned down, stretched out his rough big hands, and grabbed the blood-stained sword.

The blade is heavy and the edge is shining coldly, as if it is still telling the story of the fierce battle just now.

He raised his sword, pointed the tip at the sky, and cast his eyes at Ye Yulin who was slowly descending from the sky. His rough voice was filled with a hint of inquiry: "Referee, this trophy should belong to me, right?"

Ye Yulin's eyes twitched slightly, and he thought to himself: This yellow-clothed man's fighting style is really unheard of and incredible! So rough, so direct, so bloody, so violent! It was the first time he had seen such a fierce fighting method.

However, one has to admit that the talent of this big man in yellow is truly amazing!

"Okay." Ye Yulin nodded, indicating his agreement, "But in the following competitions, you can still only use the soul guides you made."

"Okay." The big man in yellow responded briefly. He put the captured sword on one shoulder, and on the other shoulder was his iconic heavy artillery.

With heavy steps, he walked down from the stage.

The figure of the big man in yellow disappeared at the entrance of the passage, and the staff began to clean up the blood and body parts on the competition stage. After cleaning up, Ye Yulin announced again: "The second and seventh place winners are on stage."

Han Yu's mind moved, and he urged the humanoid soul guide to take a step forward and walk towards the competition 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 competition stage. The metal shell collided with the table surface, making a deafening sound.

Although this all-metal humanoid soul guide looks a bit bulky, it is very imposing and intimidating.

On the other side, a girl in a blue dress walked lightly onto the competition stage. It was the girl in blue dress from the Ordinary Alliance.

The situation of the Aodu Chamber of Commerce is now precarious.

One person was eliminated and one was killed, resulting in heavy losses.

In comparison, although Pingfanmeng did not rank high in the Skills Challenge, all three female players successfully advanced, which was a lot luckier.

The sound of metal friction 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 in front of Ye Yulin.

Ye Yulin nodded slightly towards Han Yu, indicating that the game was about to begin.

On the other side, the girl in the blue skirt walked towards her slowly with light lotus steps.

She took every step carefully, her skirt swaying, her figure graceful, like a willow swaying in the wind, which made people feel pity for her.

Her pretty face, which was as delicate as a baby's, showed a hint of fear and uneasiness, like a frightened deer, making people want to protect her.

She was only eighteen or nineteen years old, which made her look even more charming.

Ye Yulin said loudly: "Both parties have the same names."

"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 did, right? I... I'm a little scared."

As she spoke, her body trembled slightly and her pretty face turned paler, as if she was really frightened.

There was a gleam of fear in those big watery eyes, which made people feel pity.

Han Yu was indifferent to her fear and didn't even glance at her.

He turned around and walked towards the competition stage with firm and steady steps without the slightest hesitation.

Beauty was like a passing cloud to him. This girl from the Ordinary League had really chosen 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 of them is not stunningly beautiful?

This Lan Ruoruo was just a pawn cultivated by the Ordinary Alliance, a place of pleasure. In Han Yu's eyes, her soul had long been tainted, and this pretentious performance could not arouse his sympathy at all. He did not even pause and walked straight to his position.

A trace of shame and anger flashed in Lan Ruoruo's eyes. She always boasted of her extraordinary charm and no one had ever been able to resist her temptation, but the man in front of her ignored her.

This made her feel extremely frustrated and made her hate Han Yu even more.

He is just a blockhead, a blockhead who doesn't understand romance! She cursed in her heart, but she could only turn around and retreat to her seat helplessly.

She bit her lower lip lightly, a trace of unwillingness flashed in her eyes, and she secretly vowed in her heart that she must make this man succumb to her charm.

Ye Yulin rose into the air again, and this time, his eyes were fixed on Han Yu. He wanted to see what ability this young man had to be so arrogant.

He had to see how far this young man could go.

"Start!" With the order, Lan Ruoruo moved.

Her toes tapped the ground lightly, as lightly as a dragonfly skimming the water. In an instant, she floated towards the cold rain like a nimble blue butterfly.

Her dance steps are graceful and flowing, like a fairy descending to earth, with her sleeves fluttering and her skirt spinning, like a dream.

Lan Ruoruo started gently and quickly, her toes lightly tapping the ground, bringing up a slight breeze.

Her blue long skirt fluttered with it, and the hem of the skirt rose and fell like waves, forming a graceful arc.

She flew towards the cold rain lightly like a little blue bird, her speed getting faster and faster, and her figure getting closer and closer.

As she danced, the special features of the long skirt became apparent.

As the skirt flutters, the fair skin appears and disappears, evoking the imagination like a fleeting beauty.

The sleeves on her shoulders are uniquely designed and do not completely cover her arms. As her arms dance, the sleeves sway with her, like rippling water, reflecting the stage lights.

A pair of white arms, like tender lotus roots, are even more charming against the backdrop of the water sleeves.

Lan Ruoruo's dancing became more and more graceful. Her body spun lightly and her skirt fluttered like a blooming flower.

Her eyes were focused and charming, as if she was immersed in the world of dance and had forgotten everything around her.

Every movement of hers is full of power and beauty, making people involuntarily attracted to her.

A dagger was tightly attached to her wrist. It was completely black and without any fluctuation of soul power, as if it had merged into one with her.

This dagger 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 dagger is undoubtedly a masterpiece among masterpieces.

As Lan Ruoruo danced gracefully, Han Yu also moved.

He walked forward step by step with heavy steps.

"Clang, clang, clang!" The humanoid soul guide made a sound of metal collision, which accompanied his steps and seemed a little clumsy.

He raised his arms and prepared for close combat, as if waiting for Lan Ruoruo's attack.

Han Yu did not have any offensive soul guide device on him, only this humanoid soul guide device.

As we all know, although humanoid soul guides are powerful, they are extremely difficult to control and require extremely high mental strength and skills.

Lan Ruoruo did not rush directly towards Han Yu, but slowly approached 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 little overwhelmed.

In the spectator seats, Ye Yulin frowned slightly.

He saw that although Han Yu's humanoid soul guide was powerful, it lacked flexibility and was far less flexible than the core magic circle.

It seems that this soul guide still has a lot of room for improvement.

Even so, Ye Yulin was very interested in Han Yu's humanoid soul guide.

If it could be enlarged and equipped with a large number of offensive 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 mentors need to experience failure in order to grow better.

Lan Ruoruo's dance steps became more and more compact, and her body seemed like a wisp of drifting smoke, lingering around the cold rain.

The blue dress rose and fell like waves as she danced, creating a hazy halo.

Her waist twisted softly, outlining an alluring curve, and every swing of her hips was full of provocation.

The waves of breasts are faintly visible under the blue long skirt, adding a bit of mystery and temptation.

Her every smile, every move exuded a fatal attraction, as if to suck in Han Yu's soul.

Unfortunately, Han Yu's eyes remained 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 piece of art rather than a seductive beauty.

Lan Ruoruo's dance steps became faster and faster, her body spun faster and faster, and her blue skirt formed a spinning blue vortex around her.

Suddenly, she lifted up her slender left leg, and her blue skirt was lifted up high, revealing her fair and slender legs.

Then, her right leg was lifted up, and the hem of her skirt swung open completely, revealing her pink and perky buttocks.

This sudden "beautiful view" flashed by, dazzling everyone.

Just as Han Yu's eyes were attracted by this brief scene, Lan Ruoruo's body spun like a top and flashed past Han Yu's left side.

Her originally charming expression instantly turned cold and vicious, with murderous intent flashing in her eyes.

Lan Ruoruo's delicate body soared into the air, her hands tightly grasping the pitch-black dagger.

Two yellow, three purple and one black, six soul rings shone on her body, three of which shone brightly, and a powerful soul power fluctuation emanated from her.

The pitch-black dagger gradually turned into a dark purple under the infusion of soul power. The tip of the sword emitted a purple sword light less than three inches long, flashing a dangerous light like the tongue of a poisonous snake.

She aimed at the back of Han Yu's head and stabbed him hard with lightning speed.

This long-awaited attack condensed all of Lan Ruoruo's strength, and she had absolute confidence in this attack.

She believed that even a battle-hardened soul master would not be able to dodge this fatal blow, let alone a clumsy humanoid soul guide controlled by Han Yu. (End of this chapter)