Douluo's Peerless: Became Huo Yuhao's Golden Finger! Chapter 8

Beibei patted him on the shoulder and smiled— "Little Yuhao, go back to the freshman dorms yourself and properly digest all this." "The new academic year officially starts in three days, so there's plenty of time." "Teacher Xiao Ya and I also need to prepare for our advancement tests these next few days so we can promote to the fourth year." "Once you're settled in, come find me at Dorm 316, and I'll introduce a few friends to you." The moment Huo Yuhao heard this, he knew these "friends" were the ones he needed to help look after. He nodded in agreement. Tang Ya looked extremely reluctant to leave when she heard they had to go. Being dragged away by Beibei, she kept looking back every three steps, tears practically flowing from the corners of her mouth. —Are you not going to invite people to stay for dinner? Huo Yuhao guessed what she was thinking, but constrained by not knowing the freshman dorm rules, he could only smile and wave goodbye. Once they were out of sight. He walked quickly toward the white building doors, spotting Mu En on the recliner. The old man's facial wrinkles looked like tree bark, his eyelids drooping sleepily in the very picture of decrepitude. Several freshmen walked past without paying him any mind. Huo Yuhao did not do the same. He stepped forward and said respectfully, "Hello, elder. I'm a freshman checking into the dorms. Do you need to inspect my newcomer badge?" Mu En did not raise his head, his voice raspy as he said— "The fourth floor and up are the female dorms. Any boy who goes straight up gets expelled." "Thank you." Huo Yuhao bowed once more before heading toward his assigned Dorm 108. Mu En lifted his eyelids for a quick glance, the wrinkles smoothing out slightly. "Talented and polite. The White Tiger Duke's Mansion really is..." "Since he's entered Shrek, and has that mysterious Sacred Fire Cult backing him, things are going to get very interesting." His voice grew progressively lower until it vanished entirely. Over here. Huo Yuhao found his dorm door, took out the key, unlocked it, and pushed it open. This whole journey had nearly driven him nuts! He couldn't wait to get onto a bed, cross his legs, and viciously cultivate the Yi Jin Jing! That sensation of his physique visibly improving was truly addictive. Only. The moment he lifted his left foot, a violent gust of wind blasted him outward. A boy then walked out. The youth possessed handsome features and fair skin, looking several shades more striking than Beibei, with a pair of exceptionally unique, pale pinkish-blue eyes. Just this level of good looks. instinctively granted Huo Yuhao a +1 to his favorability, prompting him to smile, wave, and greet the newcomer. "Hello, fellow student. I've been assigned to this dorm." "Whatever." The boy rudely interrupted, looking down from on high as he stated— "If you want to live in this dorm, you have to follow my rules!" "Rule one: No casually bringing people back to the dorm!" "Rule two: No walking around naked in the dorm to disgust people!" "Rule three: No snoring when sleeping at night!" "Rule four: Do not disturb me under any circumstances!" "Rule five: From now on, dorm cleaning is your job, but don't touch my bed!" "Did you hear me clearly?" Even easy-tempered Huo Yuhao furrowed his brows slightly. He lowered his greeting hand and asked calmly, "Why should I listen to you?" "Not listening to me?" The boy raised an eyebrow. "Then I'll beat you out of here!" That attitude. made Huo Yuhao involuntarily think of the lofty, condescending expressions of those who had bullied him back at the Duke's Mansion. Back then he lacked the strength to fight back, but times had changed! "Let's try it then. We'll fight outside!" "Let's go!" The boy was a man of few words, yet his tone dripped with disdain and contempt. This only fueled the raging fire in Huo Yuhao's heart. Within the spiritual realm. Watching the fated encounter between the two, Zhuge Lan stroked his chin in thought. This person was naturally Wang Dong, who was actually Wang Dong'er disguised as a boy. She was Tang San's daughter, Tang Wutong, who—after having her memories of the God Realm sealed away—had grown a "second personality" out in the mortal world. Yet in the near future, she and Wang Qiu'er would be fused together back into Tang Wutong. Would that still be Wang Dong'er? Zhuge Lan didn't even consider her to be Tang Wutong; she was merely a daughter of the God King Tang who possessed the memories of all three women, used as a "dog leash" to tie down Huo Yuhao. He didn't like that ending, and he was going to change it. Amidst his musings. Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong had already clashed for over a dozen rounds. This time he lacked Tang Sect ultimate skills, and he had only just begun cultivating the Yi Jin Jing. Even with spiritual detection assisting him, he was suppressed thoroughly by Wang Dong, able only to parry with all his might. Yet Huo Yuhao refused to give up, even using these physical blows to temper his body, running the Yi Jin Jing to recover his condition. He was ready to outlast this fellow. Whenever he caught a flaw in Wang Dong's combo, he would attempt a direct strike at the vitals, forcing Wang Dong to abandon his attack and retreat. After doing this several times, Wang Dong grew furious! "You guy with a ten-year soul ring, are you a turtle?" "Good at predicting, aren't you?" "Then let's go all out!" Wang Dong abandoned his fancy forms, his legs transforming into dual steel whips as he launched a torrential storm of attacks against Huo Yuhao. Huo Yuhao continued to defend. "Tch!" Zhuge Lan chimed in right on cue. "If the other guy wasn't arrogant enough to make a mistake about your white soul ring and declare he wouldn't use his martial soul, you would've lost long ago." Huo Yuhao remained silent, burying his head in defense. Wang Dong was equally stubborn; true to his word about not using his martial soul, he relentlessly intensified his offensive. He refused to believe this guy could outlast him! And indeed, the facts seemed to support that. Wang Dong's attacks were heavy, powerful, and fast. Only by concentrating with all his might and relying on spiritual detection could Huo Yuhao barely manage to defend. Yet his frail physique—even with the recovery of the Yi Jin Jing—did not permit a protracted battle. Therefore. "Well? Want me to step in?" Zhuge Lan asked. "No!" Huo Yuhao refused flatly. "How can you see a rainbow without weathering the storm? I'm going all out with him!" Chapter 9: The Victory of Daring and Fighting! Managing Mu En! Just as Wang Dong grew increasingly irritated from failing to secure a victory after such a long assault. Huo Yuhao seized another opening once more as his platinum soul ring flared— First Soul Skill: Soul Impact! Pale gold light burst from his pupils, transforming into a golden beam that struck straight into Wang Dong's brain like a falling heavy hammer, causing the latter's mind to ache violently and go completely blank. Huo Yuhao had prepared for this in advance, lunging forward to grab Wang Dong tightly in a bridge tackle and slamming him fiercely toward the ground. Yet just as they neared the floor, Huo Yuhao—single-mindedly focused on winning—suffered a sudden jolt. —If I slam his head down like this, something bad might accidentally happen! He hurriedly discharged his momentum with a sideways roll, carrying Wang Dong so they landed right at the top of the stairwell. And thus—the invincible Fiery Wind-Wheel! Wang Dong had actually woken up long ago, originally intending to exert force and break free, never expecting such a turn of events. To his surprise, however. Huo Yuhao held Wang Dong very tightly, ensuring the front of his body suffered zero impact while using his own arms to block the ground for his back as best he could. Rolling down dozens of meters of stairs. Wang Dong didn't even feel all that much pain? On the contrary, Huo Yuhao in his embrace—though still clutching him for dear life—had closed his eyes, his head resting limply against Wang Dong's shoulder, having lost consciousness. He had passed out. This left Wang Dong quite speechless. —He, a dignified two-ring Great Soul Master, didn't need you to protect him at all, alright! What to do now? Forcefully shake him off? Yet this damned fellow was completely unconscious, and his hands were still locked together like cast iron; if he exerted force blindly, he couldn't tell whether he'd manage to break the grip first or break his own arm first. While he hesitated. An aged voice drifted over: "You lost, heart and all." As if only just noticing, Wang Dong snapped his head around to glare at Mu En on the recliner. Unreconciled, he demanded— "I lost?" "I'm clearly stronger than him!" "If I used my martial soul, he wouldn't even be able to touch the hem of my clothes! What right does he have to win against me?" Mu En chuckled softly. Hitting the nail right on the head, he said, "He dared to fight, while you cherish your life. That is all." Wang Dong froze. For a long time.