Only Human Here 6

"Demons are different from humans; their gender distinction is not very clear. Some demons, like merfolk, only develop gender differences after reaching adulthood. Therefore, there aren't many rules when it comes to demon coupling." As soon as Wei Huan uttered these words, the crowd became lively. There was cheering and whistling from the audience stands. Wei Huan, who always had a thick skin, waved to these people with a smile.

Sitting in the stands, Yang sheng was about to leave. This guy couldn't change his old habits; he was obsessed with appearances and was talkative. If it was a fight, let it be a fight, but his mouth never stopped babbling, as if that mouth was his true self.

After saying that sentence just now, Wei Huan clearly felt that Yun Yongzhuo's aura had changed, becoming colder, sending shivers down his spine. He quickly said, "I genuinely meant to compliment you, don't be angry."

Yun Yongzhuo glanced up and then lowered his gaze again. Seeing him like this, Wei Huan also looked up. The giant hourglass floating in mid-air had already almost run out of time. They had been stalling like this, and the second half of the match was approaching. Wei Huan wasn't done yet; he had finally found a worthy opponent and needed to enjoy it.

In the blink of an eye, Yun Yongzhuo was already in front of him. His steps were light and quick, his figure low, as if he were a ghost, completely adopting an assassin's style. Although Wei Huan was more agile than the average person, he still got hit in the left rib by Yun Yongzhuo, causing a dull pain in his ribs. He instinctively covered his ribs and took two steps back, muttering under his breath, "ah, that hurts, you really went all out…"

In the next moment, Yun Yongzhuo used his left foot as a pivot point and kicked towards Wei Huan's head.

Damn, did it have to be this intense? Wei Huan bent down to dodge his flying kick.

Good timing.

With his right leg extended, half-crouched on the ground, he swept his right leg across towards Yun Yongzhuo's supporting left foot. Yun Yongzhuo glimpsed it and agilely spun his left leg, but he couldn't completely avoid it. He staggered back two steps, stabilized himself, and stared at Wei Huan.

Wei Huan nonchalantly said, "Although you're not smiling at me, I've still completed three moves."

As he said this, he quickly stepped in front of Yun Yongzhuo. Even without using yao energy, his physical abilities surpassed the vast majority of his yao kind, all thanks to his natural talent.

But Yun Yongzhuo wasn't one to be underestimated. Even though Wei Huan set up an offensive stance, his moves were elegant, but Yun Yongzhuo's defense remained solid, not allowing Wei Huan to gain the upper hand in a short time.

He defended so effectively and seemed to favor using his legs. Well, with such long legs and powerful force, it was an advantage. To win against him, Wei Huan couldn't maintain too much distance; the closer, the better for him.

Yet he looked so good, even better up close, that Wei Huan couldn't bring himself to hit Yun Yongzhuo's face. All his punches were aimed at Yun Yongzhuo's waist and abdomen, but Yun Yongzhuo's punches hit home every time, aiming directly at vital points.

"The first half is almost over!"

"Go for it!"

The cheers from the stands surged one after another. The close proximity prevented Yun Yongzhuo from fully utilizing his leg techniques, but he also realized that Wei Huan hadn't actually used his full abilities, which only fueled Yun Yongzhuo's excitement.

"The more I look at you, the more attractive you become," Wei Huan advanced again, reaching out as if to grab Yun Yongzhuo's throat. "Do you have any sisters? Introduce me to them."

Yun Yongzhuo's expression turned cold, and he seized Wei Huan's wrist, lifting his leg to deliver a strong kick to Wei Huan's waist.

The kick was solid, causing Wei Huan to bend over in pain, his handsome face contorting. However, he had figured out Yun Yongzhuo's tactics, and he knew that Yun Yongzhuo wouldn't stop at one kick. So, despite the pain, he used his foot to push off the ground while Yun Yongzhuo was holding his hand, flipping himself over.

Time's scale became unpredictable and indistinct.

In Yun Yongzhuo's eyes, this scene was fragmented frame by frame. He saw Wei Huan grabbing his hand, saw his long legs kicking upwards, spinning, and soaring. He noticed the sharp little canine teeth that peeked out when Wei Huan smiled.

In each frame that unfolded, Yun Yongzhuo watched Wei Huan flip gracefully over him, passing over his head.

To everyone else, Wei Huan was the one caught with both hands restricted by Yun Yongzhuo. Little did they know, Yun Yongzhuo was the one being caught by Wei Huan's wrist, helping him flip over. And Wei Huan had no intention of just standing up; he fell directly to the ground, using his weight to drag Yun Yongzhuo down with him.

His arms wrapped around Yun Yongzhuo's arms from behind, tightly embracing him. His hands clung to Yun Yongzhuo's wrists as if they were glued. He tilted slightly, his legs coiling around Yun Yongzhuo's waist, making him look like a shameless koala.

Wei Huan had tangled Yun Yongzhuo on the ground, a result Yun Yongzhuo hadn't anticipated at all. Yun Yongzhuo furrowed his brows, about to struggle free when the whistle sounded.

"The first half ends—" The demon drum sounded again, and the drumstick in mid-air kept beating faster and faster. Finally, with a thud, it abruptly stopped. Guidance counselor Lin Zheng swung the white tiger tail down, lowering the flag from top to bottom. "Both sides are even, entering the second round."

"Both of them are quite formidable; this year's freshmen are incredible."

"The first half was just an appetizer."

"Yeah, they haven't even used their yao powers yet. Nine Phoenixes against Golden Crows, I'm looking forward to it!"

Wei Huan seemed rather satisfied with this tie, forgetting to let go, when suddenly he heard a low, cold voice.

"Let go."

This was the first time Yun Yongzhuo spoke.

For some reason, Wei Huan, who had been full of banter throughout the match, suddenly felt a bit tongue-tied. Normally, he would playfully say, "I won't let go," but now he was momentarily lost in thought. Yun Yongzhuo's voice echoed in his mind, more than just two simple words, it was like a cold cloud, lightly falling on his heart and freezing there.

Wei Huan let go of his grip, and Yun Yongzhuo stood up, continuing to walk towards the other end of the chessboard.

His voice was pleasant to listen to, but his demeanor was too cold. Wei Huan also got up and clapped, watching Yun Yongzhuo's figure.

Is this really the Golden Crow? Wasn't the Golden Crow supposed to be the Son of the Sun?

Since when did the Sun become so cold?

During the few minutes of halftime, Wei Huan stretched his legs and twisted his waist from time to time, but his eyes were always fixed on Yun Yongzhuo, observing his handsome yet aloof face. However, Yun Yongzhuo's gaze never lingered on Wei Huan; his eyes seemed distant.

Yang Sheng had inquired about Yun Yongzhuo's previous matches with others before the game. After all, reaching the finals of a real combat competition required genuine skill. However, the information he could gather was limited because almost half of Yun Yongzhuo's victories came without the use of magic.

In other words, like Wei Huan, he had defeated most opponents solely through close combat. Yang Sheng also heard that Yun Yongzhuo's abilities were similar to Wei Huan's, both being composite types.

"Ah Huan, be careful in the second half, don't joke around too much, play it safe," Yang sheng advised.

Hearing Yang sheng's advice, Wei Huan smiled and nodded. "I know he's not an ordinary opponent; I won't underestimate him."

"But he's a fire-element demon," Yang sheng still expressed his concern. "You've always been afraid of fire, so be careful."

Wei Huan nodded again. While he had a fear of fire, it wouldn't cause irreversible harm to him. His psychological fear was greater, but he had confidence in his own abilities. "Don't worry; I'll figure something out."

During these few minutes of halftime, the female spectators in the stands continued to focus their attention on the two contestants in the match.

"The one in red, Little Nine Phoenix, is really handsome. His smile is so sunny."

"I like the guy in black, is he the Golden Crow? The Golden Crow ancestor has divine qualities; his temperament is amazing."

"After watching this match all the way, I've come to understand one thing – the more skilled a person is, the better looking they are."

"Exactly, the more attractive, the stronger the abilities."

The drumbeat sounded once again.

"The second half begins!"

With a whoosh, a pair of massive black wings suddenly sprouted from Wei Huan's back as he turned his neck. "I've had enough," he said. His wings flapped a few times, creating a storm on the chessboard. The black jacket worn by Yun Yongzhuo billowed slightly in the wind, and his dark brown hair was blown aside, revealing a thumb-sized red flame mark on his left temple.

"Come on, Golden Crow," Wei Huan's right cheek gradually showed three blue yao marks, and he smirked in a wicked manner. "Son of the Sun."

Behind Yun Yongzhuo, a pair of snow-white wings also unfurled, creating whirlwinds that surpassed Wei Huan's in intensity and scale.

Among the spectators, there were voices of astonishment. "Aren't the wings of the Golden Crow supposed to be black?"

"Yeah, I remember that the Penglai Golden Crows all have black feathers."

"I heard this Yun Yongzhuo is the only white-feathered Golden Crow from the Golden Crow lineage, a reincarnation of the original Golden Crow."

"So impressive…"

The original Golden Crow? That's quite something. Wei Huan flapped his wings a few times, stirring up a tempest. Unlike many wind-element yao, he could materialize the wind. By manipulating the movement of his wings, he could shape the wind into various forms. Although the strength, hardness, and duration still needed development, such abilities were rare.

"In reality," Wei Huan paused in mid-air, raising an eyebrow, "I'm very gentle with good-looking people. As long as you surrender now and call me 'Brother Huan,' I won't…"

Before he could finish speaking, two balls of flames flew towards Wei Huan. He dodged them left and right, narrowly avoiding the flames. Wei Huan became a bit annoyed and displayed a childish temper. "Hey! Aren't you too aggressive? Didn't your mother teach you to let people finish their sentences before attacking?"

Sitting in the stands, Yang sheng shook his head. "How long do you expect to wait for someone to finish their sentences…"

The audience's gaze followed the two contestants as they ascended higher into the sky, craning their necks to watch this intense battle. Yun Yongzhuo, who had also taken to the air, held two fireballs in his hands and flew towards Wei Huan. In an instant, countless flames rushed at Wei Huan, covering the sky and earth. This spectacle didn't seem like a simple freshman enrollment match at all.

"Golden Crow is really strong; his fire control is top-notch."

"Both Golden Crow and Nine Phoenix are formidable in combat; they are in the front ranks of the Hundred Yao Rankings."

Wei Huan suddenly flapped his left wing vigorously, and a strong wind surged forth, as if something in the sky was blocking the flames.

"It's a wind formation! Wei Jiujie has turned the wind into a wind barrier, blocking Yun Yongzhuo's fire!"

"Damn, today I actually get to witness the unique skill of the Jiufeng family! It's so thrilling!"

"Isn't this the ability of General Wei Qingyun? I heard he can turn the wind into blades on the battlefield, facing tens of thousands with just one strike!"

"That's right, this is Wei Huan, the son of Wei Qingyun. He inherited his father's ability to control the wind and shape it."

The wind barrier wasn't a permanent solution; it could only withstand for a moment. Yun Yongzhuo's flames seemed endless, and his snow-white wings unleashed a torrent of fire towards Wei Huan. Even behind the wind barrier, Wei Huan could feel the scorching heat, nearly melting him.

The demon marks on Wei Huan's face grew increasingly blue, and even his pupils began to emit a faint blue hue as his body continued to transform.

"Truly worthy of being the Golden Crow," Wei Huan chuckled. As his wings flapped, an ice peak began to rise from the ground. Winds were supposed to be invisible, but this ice peak emitted a faint blue light and blocked the fire curtain outside.

This scene stirred up the audience's excitement, and discussions filled the air.

"I've heard that this ability can be graded, with better practitioners being able to transform the wind into a tangible, invisible entity with physical effects. More skilled individuals can even make the wind visible. I used to hear people talk about it, but I never thought it was real!"

"I can't even see the opponent anymore! Can this Wind Manipulation Art really change into anything?"

Yun Yongzhuo narrowed his eyes slightly as the icy prism concealed Wei Huan's figure. Watching the towering ice peak, he suddenly extinguished the flames in his palm.

He clenched his fist.

"Golden Crow extinguished the fire, is he surrendering?"

"That doesn't seem right; I don't think he has attacked yet."

"Look!"

As Yun Yongzhuo swung his arm, countless golden-bladed lights descended from the sky, piercing fiercely at the ice peak.

In an instant, the solid ice peak cracked, and with the crisp sound of shattering, the golden lights refracted through the broken ice edges, blindingly bright. The towering ice wall shattered and collapsed with a resounding crash.

"Now Wei Jiujie can't hide anymore."

"Don't be so sure."

"Wow, just now Yun Yongzhuo's move was clearly light-based, which is the rarest attribute. I heard that only the original Golden Crow has the ability to control light. Other Golden Crows can only manipulate fire. Wei Jiujie is in trouble this time."

"Wait a minute, Wei Jiujie…"

The collapsed ice mountain instantly transformed back into wind, and behind it appeared nine identical Wei Huans. They all had the same black wings, the same mischievous smile, but their yao marks on their faces, along with their originally deep black pupils, had turned blue. The Nine Phoenix family emblem on their clavicles emitted a deep blue glow.

Nine completely identical figures floated in the air, creating a scene as if they had entered a prism maze.

"Is this the second skill that Little Jiujie inherited?"

"Yes, it's his mother Lin Shuang's Split Soul Doppelgänger Technique."

All nine Wei Huans spoke simultaneously to Yun Yongzhuo, their transformation making their canine teeth sharp. "I like your expression; you don't seem surprised at all."

The next moment, they all flapped their wings simultaneously, creating a whirlwind nine times stronger than before. Even the audience in the stands was buffeted by the wind, making it almost impossible to keep their eyes open.

Under the powerful wind, Yun Yongzhuo struggled to maintain his wings' normal spread and became a form of resistance. He was gradually pushed back by the strong wind, so he decided to retract his wings and land. He summoned a golden spear of light in his right hand and planted it into the ground to support himself in the midst of the massive whirlwind.

Wei Huan once again flapped his wings, doubling the force of the wind. School flags on the dueling grounds were toppled, and the audience in the stands could barely keep their eyes open, raising their arms to shield themselves from the gusts.

Just as the situation was about to undergo another reversal, Wei Huan noticed that Yun Yongzhuo, who had kept his head lowered, suddenly raised his head and looked at him.

"Wei Huan!"

Yan, who was in the stands, suddenly spoke, "His eyes are the Pupil of Xihuo!"

The Pupil of Xihuo?

Wei Huan only realized now that Yun Yongzhuo's indifferent pupils had turned golden, flashing the totem of the sun.

Before Wei Huan could fully understand the significance of this, the intense flames and light blades had already surrounded him, or more precisely, the only true form among the nine identical clones. The scorching flames were dangerously close to his face, and the blazing flames reflected in his blue pupils. A sharp light blade was aimed at his throat, only a few millimeters away from making a deadly strike.

How was this possible?

"Why can you recognize me at a glance?"

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Me: BECAUSE YOU'RE SOULMATES!!! KYAAAA