Douluo's Peerless: Became Huo Yuhao's Golden Finger!

This enraged the Freshman Class Three team!

"Good! I'd like to see how you're going to take on three alone!"

"Teacher, they agreed to it too. Start already!"

"Don't cry after you get beaten up!"

Xiao Xiao stuck out her tongue at the opposing side, then looked at Huo Yuhao.

"Class Monitor, I'll handle this. You don't need to do anything!"

Control System Takes on Three! Tai Chi Fist Shows Its Might!

Regarding Xiao Xiao's request to fight 1V3.

Huo Yuhao readily agreed. "All right, I'll give you Spiritual Detection Sharing."

He also wanted to see how much Xiao Xiao had improved after more than two months of training.

"All right, then the match begins," Wang Yan said.

Zhao Haochen, standing at the very back, let out a shout—

"Drumsticks, come!"

The yellow Soul Ring beneath his feet rippled, and two large braised chicken drumsticks condensed in his hands. He handed them to the two people in front of him.

Ouyang Junyi and Chen Junfeng each stripped a drumstick clean in one bite, then summoned their respective Martial Souls—Sword-beaked Hummingbird and Soft Sword!

Both had a single yellow Soul Ring.

By comparison.

The single "white Soul Ring" floating on Huo Yuhao's side immediately seemed far less imposing.

Only Xiao Xiao, who had experienced Spiritual Detection Sharing, knew just how overpowered this Soul Skill was!

She was completely relaxed. Seeing the strange way the two of them devoured their drumsticks, she even laughed aloud.

Without even summoning her Martial Soul, she strode forward on her short little legs.

Such blatant contempt.

Enraged the three on the other side. Chen Junfeng and Ouyang Junyi closed in from the left and right.

Only then did Xiao Xiao summon her Martial Soul—the Three Lives Soul Suppressing Cauldron—but merely kept it suspended above her head.

Meanwhile, she gathered Soul Power in both hands and charged toward them.

Her behavior made the two of them wonder whether she had some kind of scheme.

They exchanged a glance.

Ouyang Junyi suddenly changed direction, intending to bypass Xiao Xiao and attack Huo Yuhao.

Chen Junfeng, meanwhile, gripped his Soft Sword and mobilized all of his level-18 Soul Power, slashing at Xiao Xiao with full force.

He had intended to use offense as defense.

But the Three Lives Soul Suppressing Cauldron above Xiao Xiao's head smashed straight toward Ouyang Junyi. After he nimbly dodged it, it began spinning rapidly around him.

Trapping him inside.

Xiao Xiao herself charged Chen Junfeng barehanded. As she neared him, the back of her hand struck the side of his Soft Sword, bending it into an arc as it skimmed past her shoulder.

Hand Strum Pipa!

She then sank into a deep stance to steady her center of gravity, driving an Iron Mountain Lean solidly into Chen Junfeng's chest.

Iron Mountain Lean!

Bang!

Chen Junfeng was sent flying backward, only for Xiao Xiao to immediately "take his hand." With one hard pull, she threw him off balance and pitched him forward. Her short leg had already kicked upward, waiting for his face to collide with it.

Flipping Upward Kick!

Bang!

The surrounding spectators felt it in their own faces, rubbing their noses in phantom pain.

Too brutal!

But Xiao Xiao had only used her fists and feet, without any Soul Skill enhancement, so she failed to knock Chen Junfeng unconscious.

With a flick of his wrist, the Soft Sword in his hand darted toward Xiao Xiao like a cunning serpent. At the same time, the yellow Soul Ring beneath his feet flashed, and the Soft Sword split into layer upon layer of afterimages. It had already been difficult to track, but now it was impossible to distinguish the real blade from the fakes.

First Soul Skill—Shadow Follow!

Anyone else would have been dazzled senseless.

But under Spiritual Detection Sharing, this visual trick was utterly useless.

Xiao Xiao simply swept her left arm upward to block, then gathered force in her right fist. She made a small hop, tensed her body, and drove her punch into Chen Junfeng's nose—the very spot she had kicked earlier.

Block and Strike Punch!

Bang!

Chen Junfeng staggered backward while clutching his nose, blood dripping through his fingers. Only when Zhao Haochen caught him did he manage to steady himself.

But Xiao Xiao had already recalled the Three Lives Soul Suppressing Cauldron. With a charging slam, she sent the two unsteady boys flying off the Soul Dueling Platform.

Xiao Xiao did not even spare them a glance. She had already turned and rushed at Ouyang Junyi, only to find that he had locked onto Huo Yuhao and was charging at full speed, determined to take him down first.

Xiao Xiao gritted her teeth in anger!

If you want to get yourself killed, fine, but don't ruin my 1V3!

But Ouyang Junyi was an Agility Attack System Soul Master, and he had activated his First Soul Skill—Hummingbird Flash Stab—to accelerate. Xiao Xiao's short little legs simply could not catch him.

He reached Huo Yuhao first.

The spike in his right hand shot forward, instantly splitting into dozens of flashing streaks that dazzled the eye.

Huo Yuhao chose to close his eyes.

With only a turn and a retreating step, the spike sliced down right before his face, yet failed to harm him in the slightest.

Ouyang Junyi froze for a moment. His reaction was that fast?

He switched attacks—sweeping, slashing, lifting, thrusting—but Huo Yuhao, his eyes closed, dodged them all with ease.

There was no footwork involved. His reactions were simply absurdly fast.

In fact, the moment Ouyang Junyi moved his sword, Huo Yuhao had already evaded.

A perfect prediction!

After several seconds of frenzied attacks yielded nothing.

Xiao Xiao caught up as well. Furiously, she kicked the back of his knee, forcing him to half-kneel, then rained punches down on him, evenly tending to vital spots such as his heart, liver, spleen, and lungs.

She beat the life out of the already doubting Ouyang Junyi, nearly making him cough up blood.

"Don't—ugh—"

"Stop—ugh—"

"Puh—ugh—"

He could not even speak properly.

"Don't stop? You still dare provoke me, you little brat?" Xiao Xiao flew into a rage.

Just as she was about to strike even harder.

"We surrender! Stop hitting him!" Zhao Haochen shouted from below the platform. "We surrender! Auntie, please stop!"

Xiao Xiao reluctantly withdrew her hand, pouting as she lifted her chin.

"So you can run fast, huh?"

"You couldn't even beat me, yet you came looking for trouble with our Class Monitor."

"You're asking for it!"

Huo Yuhao chuckled and helped Ouyang Junyi up from the ground.

Then he looked toward Wang Yan.

"Ah, yes. Freshman Class One's Huo Yuhao team—wins!"

Huo Yuhao released Ouyang Junyi and high-fived Xiao Xiao in celebration.

They turned to leave.

"Don't get cocky. A momentary win proves nothing!" Ouyang Junyi gritted out. "Your First Soul Ring is only ten years old. Your potential is limited in the end!"

Huo Yuhao did not even pause.

Ten years?

Brother Sky Dream would jump up and smack your balls flat!

But Xiao Xiao could not stand it for even a second.

"What, can't accept your loss?"

"I think you're like freshly washed clothes—never hung up, never folded, and without a hanger!"

"So what if our Class Monitor's First Soul Ring is ten years old? Did that stop him from beating you up?"

"Let me tell you the truth—those Tai Chi Fist moves I used to beat you up earlier were taught to me by our Class Monitor!"

"Against someone like you, I can take on ten. Our Class Monitor can take on a hundred!"

"Ptooey!"

Even Huo Yuhao was stunned!

Who would have thought that tiny little Xiao Xiao could roast someone so fiercely?

Ouyang Junyi was also left dumbfounded. He raised a hand and pointed at Xiao Xiao for a long while, but could not squeeze out a single rebuttal.

"That's it? That's all?" Xiao Xiao mocked. "Hurry home and find your mommy. If you're late, there won't be any milk left for you."

"How insolent!" Freshman Class Three's homeroom teacher snapped. "As a student, you're so crude. I'm afraid you'll ruin Dean Yan's reputation!"

"Oh, Teacher, this person is taking shots at you," Xiao Xiao complained right to his face.

The Class Three homeroom teacher remained completely unruffled.

"Dean Yan, don't listen to her attempts to drive a wedge between us. I was merely concerned about your reputa—"

"You needn't concern yourself with it," Yan Shaozhe said coldly. "If I don't listen to my own disciple, should I listen to you instead? Take your students and leave. You're making fools of yourselves."

That homeroom teacher had truly not expected Dean Yan, who had always cared so much about his public image, to be so protective of this crude disciple.

Little did he know.

Yan Shaozhe had dirt on him in Xiao Xiao's hands. Knowing this disciple as well as he did, if he did not take her side today, his reputation would truly be ruined by afternoon!

Before the losers had even left.

A dazzling figure flew into the arena, two Soul Rings—one yellow and one purple—pulsing above and below.

A thousand-year Second Soul Ring?

The newcomer stopped above Ouyang Junyi, looking down at him from on high with undisguised contempt in their eyes.

Then came a devastating opening remark!

Ten-Thousand-Year Third Soul Ring! Mu En Returns!

"You lost a three-versus-two fight, and then resorted to personal attacks."

"What trash."

"By your logic, wouldn't everyone here whose Second Soul Ring isn't a thousand years old be garbage?"

Ouyang Junyi opened his mouth, yet once again had no response.

His already flushed face began turning purple.