Douluo: Capturing the Goddess from the Heavens

Chapter 6 Leapfrog Challenge
"What strength is this person?"

[Level 21 Soul Power, Wuhun Kitchen Knife. 】

Zhou Yi almost yelled, level 21, that is an existence nine levels higher than himself, even if this person is a waste martial spirit, but in a fight, the opponent's soul power is enough to crush him.

This is not playing it.

"Can you cancel it?"

[The system automatically assigns the task, if it is cancelled, the host will reassign the task, and the next task will be a mysterious task. 】

【Cancel? 】

Zhou Yi thought about it, or forget it, the mysterious-level mission is far simpler than imagined, and even far surpasses the yellow-level mission.

It seems that we can only bite the bullet and continue.

"Next."

[The host needs to defeat this person within twelve hours, otherwise the system will automatically leak the experience value of the host. 】

Looking at Zhou Yi who was silent, Bibi Dong couldn't help asking: "What's wrong? Why are you frowning?"

Zhou Yi said: "It's okay, I want to find someone to practice my hands on."

"Training?" Bibi Dong was taken aback for a moment, then smiled: "I'll accompany you, I just want to see your specific strength."

Zhou Yi refused: "No need, I think the guard at your door is good, so he is the only one."

Bibi Dong was puzzled and said: "This person is only at the twentieth level of soul power, do you really want to learn from him?"

"Yes." Zhou Yi put on his clothes, and followed Bibi Dong to the outside of the courtyard.

Outside the door, two soldiers held spears and looked around vigilantly. All suspicious persons would be expelled.

Strangers are not allowed to go to the residence of the Holy Maiden, which is also an order issued by the Pope himself.

If you violate it, you will be executed without mercy.

When he saw the two people coming out, the guard knelt on the ground respectfully.

"Greetings, Mrs. Saintess."

Bibi Dong nodded, looked at one of them and said, "Xiaohu, my friend wants to compete with you, what do you think?"

The soldier raised his head to look at Zhou Yi, and replied: "The saint is just a soul master, and I have already reached the level of a great soul master. Let's compete..."

Bibi Dong said: "It doesn't matter, click to the end."

"Yes, my lord."

A flash of anger flashed in Xiaohu's eyes. He was a great soul master, but he was provoked by a junior, so he began to exchange ideas, and he had to teach him a lesson no matter what he said.

Otherwise, this son really thinks he is a soft persimmon.

Under Bibi Dong's arrangement, the two came to the martial arts competition arena of the Spirit Hall, some soldiers came over one after another seeing the situation, looked at the two on the stage, and cheered one after another.

"Little Tiger, kill him!"

"Come on, Xiaohu, let him know how powerful our escort team is."

While everyone was cheering, Xiaohu raised the corners of his mouth slightly and stared at Zhou Yi coldly.

"Boy, I'll give you another chance. It's still too late to surrender, otherwise you will never forget this exchange."

Zhou Yi spread his right hand forward, "Please."

Xiaohu frowned, "Are you really not afraid that I will kill you? Don't forget, soul skills have no eyes. If you die, don't blame the young master."

"It's okay, the skills are not as good as people, so what if you die."

Facing Zhou Yi's ridicule, Xiaohu finally couldn't hold back the anger in his heart. He took a heavy step forward with his left foot, and his aura burst out suddenly.

Two pale yellow spirit rings floated beside Xiaohu.

"It's too late to quit now!"

"Noisy." Zhou Yi's body shook, and a phantom of a fierce tiger appeared here. The deafening roar of the tiger surprised everyone.

"It turned out to be nothing more than a waste martial spirit. Since you are looking for death, don't blame me for being rude."

Xiaohu rushed up first, and saw a dark green kitchen knife appear in his palm.

"Second Soul Skill, Flying Knife Killing."

Xiaohu stopped ten meters away from Zhou Yi. With a wave of his right hand, the kitchen knife in his hand flew towards him like a sickle.

In his eyes, his second soul power is enough to make Zhou Yi lose his combat effectiveness, and even kill him with one blow.

Zhou Yi clenched his fists tightly, and the soul power in his body was released instantly, and the extremely violent breath rushed towards his face like a tsunami.

"The first soul skill, Tiger Roar!"

In an instant, a loud and clear tiger roar roared from the tiger's mouth behind Zhou Yi, and rushed straight to the kitchen knife in front of him.

With a bang, Xiaohu's kitchen knife was swung away.

Xiaohu's face changed, he didn't expect that his second soul ability could not defeat Zhou Yi's first soul ability.

"Damn it, kid, you managed to piss me off."

Xiaohu touched the ground with his toes, and his whole body went straight to Zhou Yi like a cannonball.

Zhou Yi didn't panic, and dodged sideways, dodging Xiaohu's blow, and then slapped Xiaohu's back hard with the tiger's claws full of sharp blades.

With a muffled bang, Xiaohu fell to the ground. Zhou Yi was overjoyed. Of course he would not let go of such a good opportunity. He raised his right foot high and kicked hard. Xiaohu didn't respond at all to the blow. The opportunity flew out in an instant, and blood continued to spurt wildly.

Although the tiger is a beast spirit, the power in it is not comparable to that of a weapon spirit kitchen knife.

Coupled with Zhou Yi's amazing mental strength, the moment Xiaohu rushed up, he had already seen his flaws.

"Come on! Xiaohu stand up!"

"come on!"

Xiaohu struggled to get up from the ground. He only felt a pain in his back, and warm currents gushed out from the wound. He didn't need to think about it, but he knew it was his own blood.

What a humiliation it is for a majestic soul master to lose to a soul master, no matter what you say today, you will crush this son to ashes.

"Very well, boy, you managed to piss me off."

Xiaohu staggered, as if he would fall to the ground in a second.

"Second Soul Skill... Flying Knife..."

Before he could release his second soul skill, Zhou Yi had already come in front of him, aiming at Xiaohu's chest with a fist as big as a sandbag.

Just when everyone thought the game was over, Zhou Yi slowly retracted his outstretched right hand.

This time, it was just a competition to complete the task, and there was no thought of killing people.

Xiaohu looked bewildered, and said in a deep voice, "You...why didn't you kill me?"

Zhou Yi said: "Why should I kill you? You have no grievances with me. In fact, it was me who lost, not you. In the battle just now, you continued to want a quick victory and consumed a lot of soul power to release the second soul skill. That's your flaw."

"You..." Xiaohu's eyes darkened, he knelt on the ground with a plop, and passed out.

The referee on the side shouted: "Zhou Yi wins!"

It's just that everyone on the field didn't congratulate him, but looked at Zhou Yi warily.

Only Bibi Dong applauded, "Yeah, little beggar, you are too strong."

Zhou Yi scratched his head, "It's a fluke, a fluke."

"Go and check this person's identity and background. It's interesting that he can actually defeat the Great Soul Master with his own strength."

Salas, the platinum bishop of Wuhundian, chuckled, turned his head and explained the matter.

Zhou Yi left the arena under the eyes of everyone. Here, it's better to keep a low profile. Once others see his talent, it is very likely that some unnecessary troubles will occur.

(End of this chapter)