The rise of Douluo

Chapter 43 New in the Soul Arena: Wave God!

"Blood bat! Blood bat!"

There was a thunderous sound from the audience.

For a moment, it resounded throughout the Soul Arena.

The old man was quite satisfied with the result, and he signaled his subordinates with his eyes to arrange the battle.

"The soul skill of this blood bat has a wide range of poisonous attacks. On the soul fighting stage, using this soul skill, the opponent has to face it due to the limitation of space. The blood bat is not stupid!"

The young bishop spoke slowly.

Hearing the praise, a smile appeared on the corner of the old man's mouth.

At the same time, on the soul fighting arena, Shen Lang walked slowly, planning to have a one-on-one battle first.

"I want to sign up for a gambling fight!"

Shen Lang took out ten gold soul coins and handed them to the girl in charge of registration.

"Gambling? Are you sure?"

The girl looked surprised.

Another person who died for the gold soul coin?

She thinks it is still necessary to persuade Shen Lang, after all, the death rate in the gambling arena is a bit abnormal recently.

Almost no one wants to go.

And the boy in front of him still has a lot of good times.

After all, he has not married a wife yet.

"Sure!"

Shen Lang said again.

"..."

The girl looked at Shen Lang with pity, and registered.

Shen Lang was arranged!

He walked towards the assigned gambling area.

After a while, he saw a passage in front of him with the word Gadou [-] District on it.

Shen Lang stepped in.

The sitting area is a big room.

However, what surprised Shen Lang was that there was no one here?

Empty?

What happened?

Deng Deng Deng!

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps, and Shen Lang looked for the sound.

At the entrance where the stairs were facing down, two staff members carried a person up on a stretcher.

Covered with a white cloth.

"..."

Shen Lang.

At the same time, on the main fighting spirit stage, a host spoke loudly:

"Congratulations to Mr. Blood Bat for winning the gambling fight again. Next, we will start fighting spirit in the gambling area. Mr. Blood Bat is going to face a young man who has just arrived. I heard that this young man is participating in the spirit fighting for the first time. What is the result? how?"

"Let's wait and see, please invite Langshen!"

The host couldn't wait to place a bet, so he introduced it hastily.

On the audience stage, a burst of laughter erupted:

"Haha, still a chick?"

"Blood Bat, kill him in seconds! Press five hundred silver soul coins!"

"It's only five hundred, I'll press five hundred and one!"

"The blood bat poisoned him, poisoned him to death!!"

"..."

On the audience stage, shouts came and went.

Bloodbat enjoyed the moment very much.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, waiting for his opponent to appear.

After a while, Shen Lang slowly came to the fighting spirit platform.

At this moment, he put on the black mask prepared in advance.

There is something special about this mask, especially the mouth part.

The two rows of ferocious and sharp fangs are particularly conspicuous, looking like venom.

In the VIP box, the old man showed a smile and said:

"It seems that this young man is going to suffer. Young people nowadays, why are they always thinking about it?"

The young bishop narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was taking a nap.

In his opinion, there is no suspense in this battle.

"Who are you?"

The bishop remembered the content recorded in the file six years ago, that boy.

He felt a little uneasy.

But I don't know where this uneasiness comes from.

On stage, the battle is imminent!

"Martial soul possessed!"

The blood bat spoke in a deep voice.

The next moment, a bloody bat phantom appeared behind him.

"Bat? Horseshoe bat?"

Shen Lang murmured, with a killing intent in his heart.

At this time, bloodthirsty cruelty appeared in the eyes of the blood bat.

When he saw Shen Lang, he was like a hungry wolf meeting a lamb, wishing to rush up and tear him apart.

"Soul Skill: Nightmare!"

Blood-red mist spread across the stage.

At the same time, Lei Shun!

Shen Lang disappeared in place!

Shrouded in bloody mist, Shen Lang's figure appeared again, and he had already arrived in front of the opponent.

Shen Lang stretched out a hand and pinched the opponent's neck directly.

The blood bat wanted to struggle, but was powerless.

He looked at Shen Lang with shock in his eyes.

The other party's terrifying speed made him startled.

His own poison had no effect on him.

Shen Lang exuded a chilly aura all over his body.

Feeling the chill on Shen Lang's body, the blood bat's face changed drastically, he wanted to kill me.

"Let me go..."

The blood bat begged.

"Let you go? You think too much."

Click!

Without waiting for the other party to answer, Shen Lang directly twisted his neck, and then flicked it casually.

boom!

The latter figure fell to the ground like a dead dog, not moving.

There was an uproar in the audience.

No one thought that such a soul fight that was originally without any suspense would end in this way.

They looked angry, and the blood bats almost broke them.

This loser!

Inside the VIP box.

The young bishop turned to look at the old man.

The meaning is self-evident.

Is this the genius you've worked so hard to find?

Did someone give it a second?

Let this kind of person join Wuhundian?

Cold sweat dripped down the old man's forehead.

I cursed in my heart:

"Blood bat, this trash!"

At this moment, the young bishop spoke up:

"However, this young man is not bad. He is decisive in killing and attacking. Let's wait and see how he behaves in the future. If possible, let him join the Spirit Hall!"

"Okay, my lord bishop."

The old man said respectfully, but still had lingering fears.

After the one-on-one soul fighting was over, Shen Lang decided to participate in a two-on-two soul fighting, so as to accumulate more points.

However, two-on-two soul fighting requires two people to participate, and Shen Lang is now alone.

After leaving the gambling area, Shen Lang walked towards the two-on-two registration area.

The girl who was in charge of registering for the gambling fight saw Shen Lang coming out of it intact, showing a ghost-like expression.

In her opinion, many people went in standing up and were carried out.

Two-on-two registration area.

There are not many people here, most of them are looking for a team.

Most of them came alone, and as for participating in two-on-two battles, they were generally curious.

This combination is called a temporary team.

In the two-on-two battle area, the winning rate of the temporary team is not high.

Because of the temporary team, there was a lack of tacit understanding in the battle.

Due to this reason, many people couldn't form a team, but there are some strong boys who have been standing here, waiting for the opportunity to form a team.

"Martial spirit dagger, eleventh-level spirit power, century-old spirit ring, two-on-two for teaming up!"

At this time, a white-haired boy, wearing a mask, spoke without humility.

This white looks like dyed.

At this time, there were discussions around.

"Level [-] is also here to participate in the two-on-two battle. Are you seeking defeat?"

A strong man spoke.

"Level [-] is too low. After playing, you will meet opponents of level [-] or even [-]. The probability of failure is too high, and you have wasted the gold soul coins. Take the money and go to the shop to have fun, isn't it good? ?”

A man who couldn't get any thinner shook his head.

The boy remained unmoved.

At this time Shen Lang came over and looked at the young man in front of him.

Both were wearing masks.

"Let's go together!"

Shen Lang looked at the other party and said, it's been a long time since he brought a newcomer.

"OK, thanks!"

Lan Ling finally found someone who was willing to form a team with him, and thanked him sincerely.

On the other side, the gambling area.

The person in charge of the soul fighting field came to the registration office.

The girl panicked, and quickly said respectfully:

"See you sir!"

"Well, the little guy who came out just now, show me his registration information."

The old man ordered without anger.

"Good lord!"

The girl handed it over.

The old man took a look.

Name: Langshen!

Self-introduction: New to the Soul Arena!

Age: twelve.

Wuhun: You'er.

Soul Power: Level [-].

"..."

old man.

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(End of this chapter)