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Chapter 97 Tang San Was Hanged and Beaten
[Victory! 】

[The rank of the individual has increased from 14532 to 13980. 】

Deming closed the prompt and chose to continue matching the opponent.

Because the ranking is low, the speed of matching opponents is still very fast, and the next opponent is matched in less than ten seconds.

It was still the same venue as before, but this time there were a little more spectators, about a dozen. After all, his ranking had improved a little.

Dai Ming's opponent this time is a soul master, who looks like a defense department soul master.

However, his strength is also very average, about the level of the early Soul Sect.

Before Deming could guess his identity, someone in the audience shouted:
"Brother wearing a mask, the person opposite you is a disciple of the Elephant Armored Sect, hit him in the lower body! I bought you to win."

Hearing the shouts from the auditorium, De Ming was quite surprised, Elephant Armored Sect?Sounds familiar.

However, it was still possible to place a bet.

After inquiring about the will of the world, Deming was a little disappointed. He could indeed place bets on the contestants, but the contestants themselves could not bet on their own games, nor could they bet in collusion with their peers. Such behavior would have serious consequences. They may even be forcibly executed.

This is a countermeasure taken by the will of the world in order to prevent someone from using this method to collect points.

After the battle started, the soul master of the Elephant Armor Sect planned to use the common method of defense-type soul masters—to consume the opponent with a strong defense force to win the victory.

Seeing this, Dai Ming chuckled and shook his head. After all, the difference in strength between the enemy and us is too huge.

However, even a defense-type soul master at the soul king level is still fragile in front of Ming Hongdao, unless he has a martial soul of the same level as Ming Hongdao, he can withstand Deming's attack.

"Minghong Shadow."

It was still the old tactic, appearing in front of him in an instant, and slashing down with a knife in his right hand.

The defense of the Elephant Jiazong is like paper, breaking the shield + killing the enemy with one blow, and the opponent turns into light particles and explodes.

[Vic Tory! 】

[Two consecutive victories! 】

A line of golden characters appeared above Su Xiao's head, and everyone in the auditorium was stunned.

"That's...won?"

The corner of the mouth of the person who bought Dai Mingsheng twitched.

Deming disappeared on the arena and returned to the rest cabin.

Deming feels this will continue for some time.

[The personal battle is over, victory, two consecutive victories! 】

[The rank of the individual has increased from 13980 to 12370 (primary arena). 】

[Received a message from this opponent, check it yes/no. 】

"Oh? There is also a message function?"

Open the message: "Do you want to join our team, the treatment is good...." '

Dai Ming sneered: "Is there a girl, you just want me to join, even if there is a girl, would Zhuqing and Xiaowu look good?"

Deming chose to continue, and he appeared on the arena ten seconds later, and glanced at the audience on the stage, there were probably more than 100 people.

Needless to say, the result was another easy battle.

【Victory!】

[Three consecutive victories! 】

Deming returned to the lounge, tired from frequent teleportation.

He smiled helplessly: "I didn't expect the battle to be very easy, but the teleportation made me a little weak."

[Four consecutive victories! 】

[Five consecutive victories! 】

[Six consecutive victories! 】

……

[Eleventh consecutive victories! ! 】

Sitting in the lounge, Deming watched his ranking jump due to his winning streak: 8543.

But the strength is still not enough, after all, Deming is the soul king now, killing some students from the outer court is not the same as playing.

"continue."

[Matching is successful, due to the individual's [-]-game winning streak, the arena will match the individual to an opponent with the same [-]-game winning streak. 】

Deming appeared on the ring.

"Come on, come on, the guy wearing the mask is a melee fighter, and the opposite is a control-type soul master, the melee guy is going to be in trouble."

"Let's get started, I can't wait."

"Come on Qianshou! If you blow him up, you'll win [-] consecutive victories!"

"Qian Shou is so handsome, I want to give birth to a monkey for you!"

There are thousands of people in the auditorium around, and the atmosphere is extremely warm.

Tang San stood calmly opposite to Deming. He was wearing a light blue strong suit and a blue silver grass mask. Looking from a distance, he was full of confidence.

As soon as Tang San appeared, De Ming recognized him.

'Oh?This breath. 49 soul sect?It seems that this kid gained a lot from this entrance exam. '

That's right, after Tang San received the Ten Thousand Years Soul Ring from the will of the world, he broke through to level 49 Soul Sect with the help of the reward from the first test of the Asura God Exam, only half a step away from the Soul King Realm.

As long as the attributes reach the breakthrough threshold tested by the Wuhun Temple, you can break through to the Soul King.

Tang San looked at the opposite Dai Ming, because of the mask Dai Ming was wearing, and the different realm aura from before, he couldn't confirm De Ming's identity.

However, after all, after living together for six years, he still had a little doubt: "This breath, so familiar, and the weapon in his hand, could it be Xiao Ming's by?" '

Once you have this thought in your heart, it's hard to suppress it anymore.

'Made, whether it's him or not, you're unlucky today!Die! '

"Level 49 control system soul master, Qianshou, please advise!"

As Tang San's words fell, the audience also began to shout:

"Wow, Senshou is so polite! Love it, love it."

"Thousand hands! yyds!"

And the waiting time has come to an end.

[The battle begins! 】

Dai Ming ignored Tang San's words, and said softly, "Minghong Ying."

The figure disappeared instantly.

After Tang San saw it, his eyes narrowed: Damn it!This familiar skill!It really is you!That's right!Let you see how powerful I am today!

Tang San shouted: "Blue Silver Coiled!"

Tang San released the Blue Silver Grass all over his body to prevent Deming's advance.

And there was a voice from the audience:

"Wow, why doesn't this person talk about martial arts?"

"That's right, he has no professionalism at all! Brother Qianshou, teach him a lesson!"

"Oh, it's ridiculous."

Dai Ming's words gently reached Tang San's ears, instantly arousing Tang San's blood pressure.

"Blue Silver Prisoner"

"Minghong Cut!"

Dai Ming appeared above Tang San, a blood-red saber light interrupted the release of Tang San's spirit ability.

"Minghong·Wanxiang·Jiaolong!"

"boom!"

A blood-red flood dragon was swung out by Dai Ming, bombarding Tang San's body.

The sky-shaking roar sounded, and the arena was instantly covered by the phantom of the flood dragon.

With a bang, the phantom disappeared, and only De Ming was left on the arena.

Dai Ming gently smoothed the wrinkles on the clothes, facing the direction where Tang San disappeared, shook his head and said: "It's still so weak."

Before the brainless fans in the auditorium could react, Deming's figure had disappeared.

"Brother Qianshou lost?"

"seems like it."

At this time, the voices of these brainless fans became quieter. After all, this era is an era in which the strong come first.

In a rest cabin, Tang San sat on the ground angrily.

"Damn it! Bastard! How could I be killed in seconds! I don't accept it, I refuse it, I refuse it! Xiao Ming, you forced me!"

Tang San's chest heaved violently, but he was defeated in the end, but what he didn't know was that De Ming hadn't really moved at all.

(End of this chapter)