Rotorcraft Array (Ten Thousand Characters Daily)

Ding Xiaobu's attack was extremely cautious. After rapidly closing in on Huo Yuhao, he did not rush to launch an offensive. Instead, he darted about roughly five meters from Huo Yuhao, clearly intending to flee far away if his first strike failed.

At this, a glint of excitement flashed through Huo Yuhao's eyes.

How long had it been? The situation on the field had finally changed. He was finally the one who could freely unleash combo attacks.

Watching Ding Xiaobu repeatedly charge and retreat nearby, warily guarding against his moves and ready to bolt at the first sign of trouble, Huo Yuhao seemed to see his former self.

Thinking of how he had once fled in humiliation with his head in his hands beneath the Cross Spear, hacked into retreat by the other side's Mad Dog Seven Slash Combo, and the oppressive feeling of being knocked to the ground by Father descending from the air no matter where he ran, only to have a blade driven into his chest, Huo Yuhao could not help laughing aloud.

Finally, finally, it was the opponent's turn to play the role he had once played.

As five Soul Rings emerged, the aura of Huo Yuhao's Soul King cultivation spread across the Competition Stage.

A pressure filled with coldness, precision, and utterly emotionless Killing Intent suddenly surged from Huo Yuhao's body.

Ding Xiaobu, who was in the midst of sprinting, stiffened. He nearly lost his balance in the high-speed movement and went flying.

He only felt an incomparably chilling sensation descend upon him, as though he had become the prey of some predator.

There were no other emotions, only the necessity of Slaughter. The other party's Killing Intent was so pure, so natural—just as a beast needed no reason to hunt for food. Huo Yuhao's