Douluo ice demon Yuhao

"You...what did you say?"

When the young man heard Huo Yuhao's words, he was slightly startled.

"Don't you have ears?" Huo Yuhao asked impatiently, "Who are you sending it to?"

"You you...you..."

The young man's handsome face turned red with anger. He trembled all over and took two steps back. He pointed one finger at Huo Yuhao and couldn't speak a complete sentence for a long time.

He was born into a noble family, and everyone around him had spoken softly to him since childhood. How could anyone dare to speak to him like this?

"What are you?" Huo Yuhao didn't hold back at all and asked with a sneer, "With such a big reaction, don't you have that thing?"

"Shut up!" The young man shouted with red face, "You are a vulgar person who doesn't understand etiquette!"

"Oh, if I say a few bad words, it means I don't know the etiquette. If you give me orders, you know the etiquette, right?"

Huo Yuhao had a sneer on his face and clapped his hands angrily.

"Then you really know etiquette——"

After clapping his hands, he added: "We are all the same, we are all equally matched, we are all the same! Don't blame anyone."

"You, you...I..."

The young man was new to the world and could not speak to Huo Yuhao. He blushed and did not know how to refute, so he could only argue with strong arguments.

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

After saying that, the young man's mood seemed to calm down a little, and his face showed a little arrogance, which seemed to be the confidence brought by his strength.

He does have the capital to be proud of, having already reached the realm of a second-level soul master at this age.

"You think you're good at fighting, don't you?" Huo Yuhao said with a sinister smile, "Now, it's a one-on-one challenge, the grandson-grandfather game. Whoever loses will kneel down and call the opponent "grandpa" to see if you dare to come!"

The young man was stunned. He didn't expect Huo Yuhao to bet so big directly, but his confidence in strength and youthful spirit made him not understand what it meant to back down.

"Dare! Why don't you dare? I want to see what you are capable of being so arrogant."

"Then come." Huo Yuhao jumped off the bed and walked straight out 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 old man lying down. He seemed to be looking here curiously.

That was a mysterious master. With him beside him, Tianmeng could only hide in his own spiritual sea, not daring to come out.

"What, are you scared?" The pink-blue haired boy saw Huo Yuhao's hesitant look and asked provocatively.

Huo Yuhao put his hands in his pockets and said disdainfully: "Hey, Brother Hao won't kill the 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 deeper and deeper contempt in Huo Yuhao's eyes.

"Let's see what you are capable of!" Wang Dong thought viciously.

No one has dared to show him such a look since he was a child, so how can he not be angry!

"Show your martial soul." Huo Yuhao said calmly, while the white first soul ring rose from under his feet, "Look at yours."

Wang Dong was stunned for a moment, then burst into exaggerated laughter.

"Hahaha - I thought you had some arrogance, but it turns out you only have this ability. To deal with you, I don't even need to use my martial spirit."

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

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

He is very fast, and his body is light but contains strength, like an arrow drawn from a hard bow.

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

But Huo Yuhao remained unmoved and still maintained his arrogant posture with his hands in his pockets.

"Are you scared?" Wang Dong secretly cheered in his heart. He raised his slender right leg and stepped straight towards his chest.

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

"So confident?"

Wang Dong did not expect that Huo Yuhao could evade his attack with such a relaxed posture, and then used his right leg hanging in the air to kick Huo Yuhao's neck.

At this time, Huo Yuhao straightened his originally twisted legs, raised his upper body, and placed Wang Dong's right leg on his shoulder.

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

"Heh."

Wang Dong wanted to launch further attacks, but he only heard a sneer.

"Fancy fists and embroidered legs, all kinds of bells and whistles, focusing on one thing and not on the other, it's just superficial."

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

"If your lower body is unstable and you're doing the splits in the air, hasn't anyone taught you how to keep your legs above the knees?"

Huo Yuhao raised his foot and kicked Wang Dong's left leg hard.

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

"Ah——"

His left leg was originally stretched straight, but his knee suddenly received a huge impact from the front. At this time, Wang Dong only felt pain and numbness in his left leg. He lost control and had to hold on to keep from falling.

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

Wang Dong fell heavily to the ground. Huo Yuhao put his right foot against his left knee, held down his right leg with his left arm, and used Wang Dong's own right leg to block 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 main limbs are under control.

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

A short knife was pressed against his neck. The cold blade was in close contact with the white skin of his neck, causing a knot to form.

"Knife?"

Wang Dong raised his head and looked at the young man in front of him who was smiling contemptuously and with blue eyes, and felt an unprecedented fear in his heart.

Huo Yuhao asked: "Why, you still don't admit defeat?"

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

Huo Yuhao got up from him, flexibly played with the White Tiger Dagger a few times with his right hand, put it into his belt, and said: "Grandpa, there is no need to shout. After all, you are a classmate, and Brother Hao doesn't want you to be too embarrassed, so I will force Brother Hao to recognize you unilaterally."

Be your godson."

"In the future, don't think that you are so powerful that you can act arrogantly and show off your power."

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

Is this really a soul master with only a ten-year soul ring? Why is he so strong? What is his martial soul?

Moreover, Wang Dong could feel that Huo Yuhao was showing mercy, otherwise his left leg would have been completely destroyed.

When he thought that he was beaten like this because of his carelessness and did not even release his martial spirit, Wang Dong felt aggrieved, ashamed and angry.

"I don't accept it!" He shouted unwillingly to Huo Yuhao, with a few tears falling from the corners of his eyes.

From childhood to adulthood, the two elders in the family have protected him as a treasure, and they have always given way to him when competing with others.

Wang Dong had never seen someone put a knife to his neck like today, and even though he had lost, the other party actually said such rude words to him before...

He just felt so embarrassed and angry that his tone even sounded like crying.

Huo Yuhao shrugged.

These little brats all have the same moral character. 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 clearly have higher soul power and stronger strength than you, why should I lose to you!"

Huo Yuhao's expression suddenly became extremely gloomy.

"So you can cry too?"

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

He slowly walked up to Wang Dong, his blue eyes looking down at him were frighteningly indifferent.

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