What kind of style is this Douluo?

Chapter 39 Quarrel (No more please!)
Chapter 35 Quarrel

Weird, a sense of weirdness shrouded Guan Yun and Tang San, the ten people participating in the fighting field... most of them didn't use their own spirits, but most of them held weapons.

"Aren't they soul masters?"

Tang San asked the master curiously.

"Most of their martial souls are useless martial souls. Of course, there are also some offensive martial souls. It's just that their innate soul power is too weak, and they are destined not to become real soul masters."

"If they are real soul masters, they don't have to come to the fighting field. There... there are death row inmates who have committed crimes, and there are poor people who have nowhere to go... There are even real soul masters occasionally. What were their roles before? You have no way of knowing, betting...is the only way to play in the arena, whoever you think can survive, you buy the life of him."

"It's said... more than one soul emperor has appeared in the fighting field, it depends on your eyesight."

The master is more and more regretful about taking these two little guys to stay. It is not a good thing to be exposed to death too early.

Fighting... the real fighting, the duel of these ten people completely got rid of the restriction of the martial soul, and every move and style is always aimed at the opponent's death spot, so I am afraid that the force will be reduced.

The only martial soul that appeared was a pot. That's right, the iron pot used for cooking. A fat man with big ears summoned it to block the opponent's big knife that was slashing at his neck, and successfully showed it off. A wave of anti-killing.

There were even a few guys whose hands had been cut off, but they stood up and bit their opponents' necks with their mouths, and refused to let go after being stabbed several times. The smell of blood soon filled the entire venue.

Whether it was Guan Yun and Tang San who watched it for the first time, or the master who had expected it, they all felt that their scalps were numb at this moment.

"Why would anyone take part in such a horrible competition."

Tang San spat, and asked the master with an ugly face.

"Because of money." Guan Yun spoke first.

"Money? Why? Aren't soul masters short of money?"

"That's right, soul masters are not short of money, but are these people soul masters? There are only so many gold coins in Douluo Continent. Where do you think soul masters get their money from?"

Guan Yun gave Tang San the simplest example.

"That's the simplest cure. Except for minor ailments like colds and fevers, for other ailments that cannot be cured by medicine, you have to spend a lot of money to seek treatment from soul masters."

"Do you know how much the so-called big price is? It was the rations of a family of three in that year, and it may be an astronomical figure that is unbelievably large for them."

"It's just an economic balance." The master gave an official statement, which made Guan Yun laugh out loud.

"What economic balance?" Tang San felt puzzled.

"Ordinary people rely on hard work in exchange for gold coins, soul masters rely on the characteristics of Wuhun to get sky-high gold coins from ordinary people, and Wuhundian gets gold coins from soul masters by selling them, and finally take part of it, which is called "for sentient beings."

"This is the economic balance of Douluo Dalu, Xiaosan."

"Is there something wrong with this? It seems reasonable, except for a certain coloring of you?"

Tang San knew that in these respects, his mind was definitely not as fast as Guan Yun's.

"You say? This is your disciple." Guan Yun challenged the master.

The master ignored him, he was not an expert on such issues, and he had long discovered that Guan Yun had some kind of unusual talent in such outrageous views.

"Wuhundian tells the world that you get as much as you give, but most soul masters have nothing to give, but they get everything easily."

"However, a lot of people have put in a hundredfold effort, but they can't compare to the hard work of a talented person moving their fingers."

"This is a tower. The civilians stay at the bottom, the soul masters are in the middle, and the gods are at the top."

"Do you know what the scariest thing is? It's the people at the bottom, who can't get out at all, one generation, two generations...even a hundred generations."

"Remember the soul sage of Saint Soul Village? In the whole Notting Province, only one person has changed his destiny in the past thousand years."

"This is deformity, Tang San."

"People who work hard end up getting nothing at all. If you can get everything just by talent, why did God create so many mortals?"

"Enough Guan Yun!" The master interrupted sharply.

"If the people in Wuhundian hear it, you will be treated as a heretic!"

Guan Yun looked at the master angrily,

"If you are said to be a person abandoned by God, then I would rather be a pagan who has abandoned God."

"Am I right? Yu Xiaogang who was abandoned by God?"

Yu Xiaogang?Master's name?But how did Guan Yun know the master's name?Tang San was full of doubts.

nonsense!The direct heir of the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus rex family is a rare piece of trash that can only be seen in a century. Guan Yun said that in the imperial capital, it would be hard for you not to know.

After all, the embarrassing things that big families keep silent are basically equal to the interesting things that ordinary people like to talk about.

Tang San wanted to say something to stop the quarrel, but he didn't expect the always low-key master to lose his temper.

"Guan Yun!" The master opened his eyes wide. He was wrong. The most dangerous thing about Guan Yun was never the power he could not control, but his thoughts, which perfectly interpreted the essence of this world.

Although Yu Xiaogang has never believed in gods, he has never disliked gods either.

"Do you know what the consequences will be if your ideas are recognized by the world?"

"What do ordinary people use to resist the soul master class?! Don't be fooling around!"

"They who still have food and clothing will lose their lives because of your unintentional words! It's not just one person, not a family, but tens of billions of people in Douluo Continent!"

"So?" Guan Yun's eyes became flat, "So they should live like this forever?"

"Be looked down upon for the rest of your life? Or do you deserve to be an ant who can be taken away at any time for two lifetimes?!"

"If we say that we live in this world just to live, then what is the difference between human beings and livestock raised in pens?"

"I firmly believe that there is retribution in the world. One day, soul masters who only know how to take but don't know how to give back will pay the price for what they have done. I can see... that day is not far away."

Guan Yun made up his mind...

Either power is given to all, or power is lost to all.

"Your hat!" Guan Yun took off his hat and threw it at Yu Xiaogang.

"I really can't bear it! Give it back to you!"

(End of this chapter)