You Innately Evil Brat with the White Tiger Martial Soul, I'll Do It Myself!

Night. Dormitory.

Huo Yuhao sat cross-legged on his bed, meditating.

"Hey, Huo Yuhao."

Wang Dong lay on her bed with her chin propped in her hands, looking at the cultivation maniac across from her. "Do you know anything about our opponents in the finals?"

Without opening his eyes, Huo Yuhao replied flatly,

"If nothing unexpected happens, it should be Dai Huabin."

"An opponent of that level isn't worth being wary of."

"Hey! Don't let your guard down!"

Wang Dong sat upright, her expression turning serious.

"He's a Soul Elder-level powerhouse with the White Tiger Martial Soul, and he has a Martial Soul Fusion Skill with that Zhu Lu!"

"That's the Hell White Tiger!"

"A legendary top-tier Martial Soul Fusion Skill that can fight opponents above its rank! Even ordinary Soul Ancestor-level powerhouses can't stand against it!"

Huo Yuhao's brows furrowed slightly. He opened his eyes impatiently.

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

"If there's nothing else, don't interrupt my cultivation."

Seeing that Huo Yuhao was finally willing to pay attention to her, a flicker of delight flashed through Wang Dong's eyes.

She took a deep breath, as though gathering her courage.

"Well... after fighting you that day, I had a strange feeling."

"I think... there seems to be some sort of resonance between our martial souls."

"In other words... it's very likely that we also have a Martial Soul Fusion Skill!"

The more Wang Dong spoke, the more excited she became, her eyes gleaming.

"If we can master a Martial Soul Fusion Skill, we'll definitely stand a chance even against the Hell White Tiger!"

Ever since that day, there's been a voice in my mind guiding me... That feeling can't be wrong!

Looking at Wang Dong's expectant face, a trace of extreme disgust and mockery flashed deep in Huo Yuhao's eyes.

A Martial Soul Fusion Skill?

In the original story, an eye and a butterfly?

A scorpion and a hammer?

How could martial souls that had nothing to do with each other possibly produce a fusion skill?

It was probably that lofty Tang God King again, forcefully playing matchmaker with his divine sense.

Trying to tie me to your chariot this way?

Dream on.

"Not interested."

Huo Yuhao closed his eyes again, his voice cold as ice.

"A Martial Soul Fusion Skill? I don't need childish nonsense that leaves victory and defeat in someone else's hands."

"If you don't have the confidence to defeat that Hell White Tiger, then just step down and admit defeat."

"Stop making noise here. It's annoying."

"You!" Wang Dong choked with anger. "I'm doing this so we can win! Why can't you appreciate good intentions?"

"Get out."

A chilly aura that kept others at arm's length emanated from Huo Yuhao.

Wang Dong bit her lip, her eyes reddening slightly. In the end, she glared fiercely at him and slammed the door as she left.

The room returned to silence.

Huo Yuhao slowly opened his eyes. The Sharingan in his right eye turned faintly as he looked up at the sky.

Tang San...

Your methods were becoming more and more disgusting.

You want me to become your son-in-law? Your dog?

I'm not taking the bait.

Huo Yuhao stroked his right eye, a cruel smile curling across his lips.

Of course.

Once his ocular power became strong enough, on the day it evolved into the Rinnegan...

He could consider pulling out the strand of divine sense Tang San had left inside his daughter... and having some fun with it!

After several utterly one-sided crushing victories, Huo Yuhao's group advanced straight to the finals.

Freshman Assessment Finals. Soul Fighting Zone.

The atmosphere was so heavy it seemed capable of dripping water.

The stands were packed, and even Xuan Zi, an elder of Sea God Pavilion, was among the audience.

Everyone wanted to see just how far this strongest one-ring soul master could go.

At one side of the arena.

Dai Huabin stood with his arms folded, staring fixedly at the indifferent youth across from him.

That's him?

That so-called strongest one-ring?

A scornful curve formed at the corner of Dai Huabin's mouth.

Tch. He's only a one-ring soul master.

Before my White Tiger Martial Soul, he's nothing but an ant.

Yet deep in his eyes, a fire called ambition burned brightly.

The Duke Mansion was destroyed, and Mother died tragically...

Now, as long as I claim the freshman championship and make a name for myself, Father will definitely value me even more.

Then, I'll have the capital to fight my eldest brother, Dai Yueheng, for that massive inheritance and succession rights!

At that thought, Dai Huabin looked at Huo Yuhao as though he were a stepping stone.

On Huo Yuhao's side.

Wang Dong looked at the imposing trio across from them—Dai Huabin, Zhu Lu, and Cui Yajie—and her expression became unusually grave.

She stepped forward once more, blocking Huo Yuhao's path. Her tone carried both pleading and stubbornness.

"Huo Yuhao."

"For this match, let's join forces."

"This opponent is different from the previous ones! Dai Huabin is a Soul Elder, and there's Zhu Lu too... Once they use their Martial Soul Fusion Skill, the consequences will be unimaginable!"

Huo Yuhao, you idiot.

No matter how strong you are, you can't possibly take on the Hell White Tiger alone.

One day, you'll beg to cultivate a Martial Soul Fusion Skill with me!

However.

Huo Yuhao merely glanced at her. There was not the slightest tension in his gaze; instead, it held a trace of excitement.

The excitement of a hunter who had finally waited for prey to walk into the trap.

"Join forces?"

Huo Yuhao's voice was not loud, yet it reached every person present with perfect clarity.

"Against rabble like this..."

"I alone am enough."

Whoosh—!

The entire audience erupted.

Rabble?

He had actually called the White Tiger Duke Mansion's direct heir and a powerful team with a top-tier Martial Soul Fusion Skill rabble?

Across from him, Dai Huabin's face instantly darkened like the bottom of a pot.

He had always been a spoiled young master, raised amid endless praise.

After the Duke Mansion's destruction and his mother's tragic death, his personality had become even more violent and sensitive.

What he could not tolerate most was being looked down upon.

"Brat!"

Dai Huabin took a step forward. The aura of a Soul Elder burst forth as he pointed at Huo Yuhao and roared,

"What do you mean by that?! Who are you calling names?!"

Huo Yuhao stopped walking and tilted his head, looking at the furious Dai Huabin.

He sneered, his tone dripping with sharp mockery.

"What do I mean?"

"Did your parents never tell you what 'rabble' means?"

"Oh, sorry. I forgot."

Huo Yuhao's gaze was sharp as a blade as it pierced Dai Huabin's deepest wound.

"Your mother is dead."

Boom!

Those words were like a depth charge, instantly blowing apart every shred of Dai Huabin's reason.

His mother's death was the greatest pain in his heart and his ultimate taboo.

Although the Duchess had died miserably, he still had Dai Hao, the White Tiger Duke, backing him. Who would dare provoke him so directly?

Who would dare make a joke of his dead mother in front of him?

"You... are... dead!!"

Dai Huabin's eyes instantly turned blood-red, veins bulging across his forehead as a beastlike roar erupted from his throat.

"You dare mention that in front of me..."

"Bastard! I'll make you wish you were dead! I'll crush every bone in your body one by one!!"

Facing that overwhelming killing intent.

Not only was Huo Yuhao unafraid, he smiled even more happily.

It was the twisted pleasure of a vengeful man.

"Wish I were dead?"

Huo Yuhao slowly raised his head.

Buzz!

The air suddenly grew heavy.

His originally mismatched pupils changed instantly.

Both Sharingan, already fully evolved into Three Tomoe, opened completely!

"You won't get that chance."

"You innately evil brat with the White Tiger Martial Soul."

"I'll personally send you to meet your mother right now!"