Xiao Hongchen quickly regained his confident smile.

"But the preparation for the innocent princess to release her soul skills is very long, and I can definitely defeat him before she takes action."

But his smile did not last long, and soon showed a sad look.

Meng Hongchen then noticed that his expression was not right and asked, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Xiao Hongchen muttered: "It's nothing, I just don't know why I feel my back is thorny today."

...

Qingshu Hotel.

Tonight is the second round of the Xishui League Division.

All participants have no names, only a number, and no one will show their real names in such underground forces.

At this moment, Huo Yuhao was quietly waiting for the start of the competition in the VIP room prepared for the contestants.

"Sir, this is your number." Next to him, the two disciples of Minglei Douluo respectfully handed over a license plate.

Their numbers are ninety-six and ninety-eight.

Huo Yuhao didn't say a word and took the license plate casually, but the two of them didn't dare to ask more questions.

"Ninety-nine."

He glanced at the numbers on the license plate, but did not put them away after reading them, and kept keeping an eye on them.

"I was so stunning, what do you think?" asked the Ice Emperor, "Ninety-nine, ninety-nine, long-lasting, thinking about that princess of Jiujiu?"

Huo Yuhao admitted frankly: "I really thought of her."

He was silent for a while and said, "My power of fate seems to have become more active recently, and some strange thoughts have arisen in his mind."

Ice Emperor raised his eyebrows: "The power of fate? It seems that you haven't mentioned this power for a long time."

Tianmeng, who was lying on the snow, said weakly: "Is that power really useful? Why do I feel that there is no difference between thinking about it?"

"Just treat it as my sixth sense." Huo Yuhao said lightly, "There is always a feeling that I will encounter a series of very complex and uncontrollable things soon, and this feeling is getting stronger and stronger."

Electrolux said: "Child, are you sure you've had this feeling recently?"

"Sure."

Electrolux thought for a while and asked, "Do you still remember how your power of fate came about?"

"Remember."

Huo Yuhao suddenly paused.

He recalled the situation carefully and seemed to have thought of some very important details.

Before he knew it, his brows frowned.

"Do you believe in this so-called fate?" Xuedi's cold voice rang out slowly, "Did you even lose your spirit to resist fate?"

"It's obvious that you haven't thought about the logic behind fate."

Huo Yuhao smiled.

"You said you want to resist fate."

“That’s right.”

"Then fate predicts that you will resist it. Do you want to abide by it or resist?"

Snow Emperor will not answer.

Huo Yuhao didn't continue this topic, turned his gaze to the entrance of the VIP room, and a tall and mighty young man walked into the room.

He was the one who disguised himself as a stylist.

He Caitou sat down not far from Huo Yuhao, and the number on his number plate was eighty-eight.

Neither of them appeared in their true form. They glanced at each other and looked elsewhere, like strangers.
Chapter completed!