blogombal Chapter 106 The Crisis of Yelin City (9) - Yu Han vs. Harley
Chapter 106 The Crisis of Yelin City (9) - Yu Han vs. Harley
Qian Yuhan's once handsome face was now covered with a chilling aura, like frost from the deepest hell, inspiring fear in all who beheld him. His narrow eyes surged with an endless tide of killing intent, and his icy gaze, almost tangible, shot straight at Harley in the distance.
As he drew closer, the murderous aura around him intensified, forming a visible layer of blood-red mist that enveloped his entire being. Most striking were his snow-white hair and blood-red eyes, coupled with the two eerie purple arms behind him, shaped like demonic hands, making him appear like a demon god emerging from hell.
He strode forward with steady, powerful steps, approaching Harley step by step. With each step, the ground trembled slightly, as if unable to withstand the immense pressure emanating from him. Judging by his aura alone, he hardly seemed like someone with only the strength of a Soul Master. Instead, he appeared more like a peerless expert who had reached the Title Douluo realm, with every gesture containing world-destroying power.
Just then, a delicate figure suddenly appeared in front of Qian Yuhan. It was Han Xue. She grabbed Qian Yuhan's arm tightly and called out anxiously, "Yuhan!" However, Qian Yuhan seemed not to hear Han Xue's obstruction. He continued to move forward with determination, without even pausing for a moment.
Seeing this, Han Xue became even more flustered, and she spoke again:
"Yu Han, what are you trying to do?! That person is a Soul Saint! Challenging him with your strength is suicide!"
Hearing this, Qian Yuhan finally stopped, but remained silent, his eyes coldly fixed on the Harley ahead with an emotionless gaze. After a moment, he slowly opened his lips and said in a deep voice:
"Take his life!"
Three simple words, like a thunderbolt, were suddenly uttered from his mouth. His voice seemed to carry the power of a thousand thunderbolts, sweeping across the entire venue with overwhelming force, making everyone's eardrums buzz and their hearts surge with shock.
The power contained in these three words lies not only in their loud volume, but also in the resolute and ruthless intent they convey. Each word is like an extremely sharp blade, piercing straight into people's hearts, leaving them with no way to dodge or defend themselves.
Han Xue, a Contra player, was stunned as if struck by lightning. Her hands, which had been tightly clenched, involuntarily loosened. Her gaze was empty and confused as she watched Qian Yuhan turn and leave without hesitation, taking firm steps towards Harley's direction.
Just then, Mu Chen, who had just settled Fang Ya, rushed over anxiously. When he caught a glimpse of Qian Yuhan's current appearance, he was immediately terrified, his face turned deathly pale, large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, a chill ran down his spine, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.
Because Qian Yuhan in front of them exuded a terrifying aura that sent chills down one's spine, like a demon god from hell, making people afraid to look at him.
Mu Chen swallowed hard and said tremblingly:
"Director Han! How...how can you just let Yu Han go like this? It's too dangerous for him to rush over like this!"
However, before he could finish speaking, Han Xue ruthlessly raised her hand to interrupt him.
Han Xue's face was ashen, her gaze still fixed on Qian Yuhan, and she said calmly:
"No need for further words, let him go. When the time is right, I will lend a hand. Today, that bastard is doomed, so let Yu Han go and give it a try first."
Han Xue was still reeling from her conversation with Qian Yuhan. She hadn't expected Qian Yuhan's current aura to be so intimidating—yes, it really intimidated her! A Soul Master, scaring a Soul Douluo…
Harley fiercely wiped away the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with anger and resentment. He swiftly reached into the storage soul tool hanging at his waist and took out a small, jet-black bottle.
Without hesitation, Harley unscrewed the bottle cap and poured out the last remaining black pill. The pill emitted a mysterious and eerie aura, as if containing boundless dark energy. Without a second thought, Harley popped the pill into his mouth and swallowed it with a gulp.
The instant the pill entered his throat, a powerful medicinal force spread throughout his body like a surging torrent. The dark power, like a nimble snake, swiftly traversed his meridians, and wherever it passed, the severely damaged meridians began to heal at a visible speed.
In just a short while, Harley felt his physical condition greatly improve, and the weakness he had felt due to his previous injury was much lessened. Not only that, he discovered that most of his meridians had been repaired by the dark power in the pill, which filled him with joy.
However, Harley, who had just regained some strength, hadn't forgotten the woman who had caused him so much suffering—Han Xue. His eyes widened in fury as he glared in Han Xue's direction, unleashing a string of vile curses:
"You bitch, how dare you hurt me like this! You're asking for trouble! Don't think you're some kind of invincible Soul Fighter—"
Just as Harley was about to continue his tirade, his voice suddenly stopped. He saw a figure slowly walking towards him, and that figure was none other than Qian Yuhan, whom he had ambushed earlier.
Harley stared in astonishment at Qian Yuhan as she approached, muttering involuntarily, "You... how could you?"
It's important to know that when Harley ambushed Qian Yuhan earlier, he clearly sensed that the opponent was just an ordinary Soul Master. But now, although Qian Yuhan still appears to be a Soul Master on the surface, the aura emanating from him is completely different.
That imposing aura was like a towering mountain, giving people an unshakeable sense of oppression; it was also like a bottomless ocean, making people sink into it and unable to extricate themselves. This inexplicable fear and apprehension surged into Harley's heart, causing him to tremble involuntarily.
Harley thought to himself that he was just trying to scare himself. How could a Soul Saint be intimidated by a Soul Sect Master? He then continued, "What the hell are you pretending for? You little Soul Sect kid, trying to show off in front of a Soul Saint like me?"
Qian Yuhan completely ignored Harley and continued walking towards him slowly, gripping the Sword of Light tightly in her right hand. With a thought from Qian Yuhan, the appearance of the Sword of Light began to change, starting from the blade itself!
At first, the sword shone with a noble and dazzling platinum light, but as time passed, it began to undergo an astonishing transformation. The platinum light was gradually replaced by a deep and rich blood red, as if the sword had devoured countless lives. Moreover, the sword was densely engraved with mysterious golden runes, which shimmered with a faint light, as dazzling as the stars in the night sky.
This transformation extended to the junction of the sword blade and hilt, where a dazzling golden gemstone had previously been embedded. Now, as if by magic, the gemstone instantly transformed into a tightly closed eye. This closed eye seemed to conceal endless secrets and power.
Then, the golden hilt underwent a dramatic change as well. It transformed from its original ornate gold to a deep, somber blackish-red, echoing the color of the blade and creating a chilling overall tone.
With these changes, the sacred aura that the Sword of Light had previously exuded vanished. Instead, an extremely terrifying aura of slaughter surged forth like a tidal wave, permeating the surrounding air. This aura was cold, cruel, and filled with the threat of death, sending chills down one's spine.
Just as the blood-red longsword completed its transformation, Qian Yuhan, who had been steadily moving forward, suddenly stopped...
Qian Yuhan found himself in his own spiritual sea, staring silently at the blood-red longsword before him.
Suddenly, a powerful voice resounded within Qian Yuhan's spiritual sea:
"Sigh—I didn't expect you to still be able to trigger this power."
Qian Yuhan was instantly awakened from her previous gloomy state, regaining her true self, only to discover that she had actually arrived in the Sea of Spirit.
He looked at the blood-red longsword in front of him; wasn't that the same weapon he had dreamt of holding?
Just as he was wondering, the voice rang out again: "Child, emotions are something you must control as you grow. Anger and hatred will only blind you. Now that you've activated the power of your second martial soul, I'll lend you a hand—"
Then, Qian Yuhan's consciousness was directly taken away from the Sea of Spirit and returned to his physical body. Qian Yuhan looked at himself and was first startled, then noticed the person in front of him, staring at him with anger.
Suddenly, that voice echoed in my mind again:
"The sword in your hand is called: Asura Demon Sword! It is your second martial soul. You don't need to add soul rings to it; it will automatically have the same number of soul rings as your first martial soul, each with a lifespan of 100,000 years! Now... go into battle, do not disgrace the name of this sword... The first part of the first trial of the Nine Trials of Asura has begun! Trial mission: Defeat the level 72 Soul Saint Harley before you. Reward for passing: Asura Affinity increased by 5%, Soul Power increased by 1 level..."
Qian Yuhan stood there, his body trembling slightly. Suddenly, an incomparably powerful aura erupted from his body, like a surging torrent, instantly sweeping across the entire area. Beneath his feet, four dazzling red lights slowly rose, like four brilliant stars, encircling him.
This scene stunned everyone present, especially Harley. His eyes widened, and he rubbed them hard, as if to confirm that what he was seeing was not an illusion.
"You... brat, how could you possibly..."
Harley stammered, his voice filled with disbelief and shock. He simply couldn't believe that this little brat standing in front of him possessed four 100,000-year spirit rings! It was utterly unbelievable.
However, Qian Yuhan was not affected by Harley's surprise. He looked at the other person with a firm gaze, a slight smile of disdain on his lips.
"A 100,000-year spirit ring? Interesting, but even so, I can still defeat you!" Harley quickly composed himself and said coldly, then suddenly shouted, "Yaaah!"
Before the words were even finished, Harley launched his attack without hesitation. His figure flashed, hurtling towards Qian Yuhan like a ghost. At the same time, he activated his Martial Soul. In an instant, a gigantic, purplish-black dragon phantom appeared behind him, radiating a terrifying aura that sent chills down one's spine, before merging into Harley's body. This dragon was Harley's Martial Soul—the Annihilation Evil Dragon, possessing the attribute of annihilation…
In his Martial Soul Possession state, a pair of broad, purplish-black dragon wings rapidly sprouted from Harley's back; a gentle flap could stir up a gust of wind. His left and right hands transformed from soul power into two incomparably sharp dragon claws, gleaming with a cold light. Furthermore, his entire body was covered in a layer of hard dragon scales, which resembled black lightning, radiating wisps of electricity and inspiring awe in all who beheld them.
"First Soul Skill: Dark Night Dragon Claw!" With a roar from Harley, his first soul ring, which had been emitting a faint yellow light, suddenly shone brightly. His arms transformed into two enormous, ferocious dragon claws, igniting with jet-black flames that seemed poised to scorch the surrounding air. Then, these two dragon claws, imbued with boundless power, pounced straight at Qian Yuhan with the force of a thunderbolt.