Douluo blood duke

Chapter 22 Fighting Soul ([-])

"Wow, comfortable."

Led by Mia, Zhang Heng and the others came to the door of a room in the passage, opened the door and entered.

The room is only [-] to [-] square meters. There are three sofas, two short and one long, and a table painted with red paint. There is also a fruit bowl on the table, which is full of fruits.

Zhang Heng lay down on the sofa and was tired after walking for half a day.

Mia looked at him and said, "Master, you want to watch the soul fighting competition, you can't see the soul fighting competition here."

"Well, where should I go to see it?"

Hearing that he couldn't watch the game here, Zhang Heng sat up and hurriedly asked.

"To get to the entrance of the production competition, players can stand at the entrance of the production competition to watch the competition."

"Then what are you waiting for, let's go."

"Master, don't you rest now?"

"Let's go, sister Mia, hurry up."

So, before the butt was hot, Mia took the three of them out of the lounge, turned a few turns, and came to a ring where fierce battles were taking place.

Zhang Heng looked excitedly at the ring, and heard Mia's voice.

"Young master, we just entered lounge No. [-], so this is the ring No. [-] ring. If there is no accident, the opponent you are waiting for should be a player from lounge No. [-]."

"Well, I see, Sister Mia, let's watch the game and stop talking."

At this time, Zhang Heng was already immersed in the lively game, and he was completely in the mood to listen to what Mia had to say.

Mia looked at him, could only shake her head helplessly, and cast her eyes on the ring.

Zhang Heng's eyes flickered, looking at the two people who were fighting in the arena, but within a few minutes of watching, he lost interest.

Because the two people fighting in the arena are ordinary soul masters with two rings, and their soul ring configuration is poor. One of them has two whites, and the other has one white and one yellow. A weapon spirit, an ordinary mace, a beast spirit, and a gray wolf are all ordinary.

There are no brilliant soul skills, and the fighting skills are very rough. Even for Zhang Heng, the fighting between them is no different from the fighting style of the children on the street.

Mia glanced at Zhang Heng, who was frowning, and didn't speak. Of course she knew what Zhang Heng was thinking, but this was also normal. After all, Zhang Heng had been taught by a powerful person at the title Douluo level since he was a child, and even her , Mia, a genius who has reached the level of a soul king at the age of 20, is not qualified to guide Zhang Heng, which makes Zhang Heng's vision no longer at the level of a soul master.

"Sister Mia, this is a bit boring."

Zhang Heng looked at it for a while, scratched his head and said, he really couldn't stand it anymore.

Mia smiled, looked at Yun Xue and Yan Fei next to him, and whispered to him: "But young master, Xiao Xue and Yan Fei are very obsessed with watching, let's watch for a while."

Zhang Heng looked back at the two of them, nodded his head helplessly, and continued to watch the battle in the arena.

Soon the gray wolf soul master was defeated, and a new round of battle began, but there was no technical content in it, and Zhang Heng felt drowsy after watching it. Two hours passed like this.

"Master, Master."

In the drowsiness, Zhang Heng felt his body being shaken, and Mia's soft cry came from his ears. He opened his eyes and looked at Mia in confusion.

Seeing him open his eyes, Mia was speechless, she could fall asleep standing up, she really didn't know how to speak.

Before Zhang Heng asked why he woke him up, Yun Xue spoke softly.

"Brother Zhang Heng, it's your turn to play, the host is calling your name."

"Ah, yeah."

Hearing that he was about to go on stage, Zhang Heng trembled all over his body, his spirit was shaken, he hurriedly looked up the ring, and heard the host's voice from a height.

"Invite the next contestants, Scarlet Duke, and Iron Ax God of War to come on stage."

"Invite Scarlet Duke and Iron Ax God of War to come on stage."

Zhang Heng rubbed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, looked at Mia and said, "Then I'll go up first."

"Well, master, please do your best."

"Brother Heng, come on."

"Come on, young master."

Encouraged by the three of them, Zhang Heng stepped onto the ring with firm steps.

And when he appeared on the ring, there were noisy voices in the auditorium.

"Whose child is that? Why did he get up there? Why don't you bring him down quickly."

"That's right, what's the matter with this staff member, why did a child run up there."

"Hey, hey, no, he shouldn't be a contestant."

Not only the audience, but even the host on the high stage looked astonished, but after he carefully looked at the information in his hand, he frowned, and continued: "Iron Ax God of War, please come on stage."

"What, it's really him, it's funny."

"What does the Soul Arena think about letting such a young child come on stage?"

"That's right. Although the soul fighting field stipulates that the life of the opponent cannot be injured, how can there be any restraint between the fighting souls? If there is any accident, I dare not think about it."

"It's a pity, such a handsome child."

Facing the overwhelming sounds of sarcasm, worry, and laughter, Zhang Heng turned a deaf ear. He stood in the center of the ring, enjoying the feeling of being watched by everyone. As for those taunting sounds, he didn't mind, because he knew , In a few minutes, the entire venue will fall into silence under the shock of his powerful strength.

The noise at this time will make the silence at that time even more shocking.

Following another reminder from the host, directly opposite Zhang Heng, at the entrance of the black passageway, a big man with a big arm and a round waist, a messy beard, a smile on his face, and yellow teeth showing a mouthful of yellow teeth arrived late.

The big man hurried onto the ring, walked to the center of the ring, and said to the referee beside him, "Sorry, I'm late, haha."

The referee glanced at him expressionlessly and said, "Since you're here, please take your place."

There wasn't too much etiquette, and they didn't even give time for the contestants to say hello. The referee waved directly to signal the two contestants to back off.

Zhang Heng had also seen the opening of a spirit fight before, so he naturally knew that there was a distance to start. He followed the referee's instructions to a position five or six meters away from the edge of the ring.

"Come on, Brother Heng."

Yunxue stood at the entrance of the passage. For some reason, she no longer had the usual timid expression on her face at this time, and she showed an uncharacteristically excited expression, and even screamed her own cheering into Zhang Heng's voice against the huge noise around her. in the ears.

Zhang Heng turned his head and smiled confidently at Yun Xue, and stretched out his hand to show her his thumb.

And when he turned his head, the referee just waved his whistle and announced.

"Game start."

The auditorium slowly fell into silence, and Wan Dao's eyes were all focused on the two figures, one strong and one small, on the ring.

"Hey, kid, we meet again, haha."

Zhang Heng didn't move, and the strong man on the opposite side shouted at him from a distance of [-] meters.

"Meet again? Have we met before?"

A question appeared in Zhang Heng's mind. He never failed to see others clearly. Once he met someone who left an impression on him, he would remember it, unless it was someone who made him invisible.

"Hey, brat, since you're still so young, I'll give you a chance to surrender quickly, otherwise Grandpa's ax will strike you down, heh heh, it won't look good then."

Seeing that Zhang Heng didn't respond, the strong man raised his right arm high, a large ax with a yellow handle and a black body, more than 80 centimeters long, appeared in his palm, and a yellow soul ring slowly emerged from the palm of his hand. appeared beside him.

He held the handle of the ax with both hands, placed it in front of his abdomen, and looked at Zhang Heng in front of him with a sneer.

"Hey, this kid doesn't look very old, he is already a ring soul master, he must be a child of some big family, he should also be a genius, but he is so young now, he dares to participate in the soul fighting competition, and he is also a genius. Hun's thinking is too simple, but it doesn't matter, let the old man let him understand the dangers of this world, and let him understand that fighting souls is not such a simple thing, hehe."

The strong man sneered, raised his foot and ran forward with a big ax horizontally, quickly approaching Zhang Heng.

At this time, Zhang Heng looked at the strong man rushing towards him, frowned slightly, and thought to himself.

"There are too many loopholes here. A guy who looks clumsy actually wants to take the initiative to attack me. Is he really stupid or..."

Zhang Heng summoned his Martial Soul, a pair of brown eyes were covered with a layer of blood red, his ears became pointed, ten black five to six centimeter long sharp nails grew on his hands, his height reached about 1.5 meters, and two fangs protruded from the upper jaw , the whole person became full of evil, which made people shudder.

Especially when a purple soul ring emerged from the air beside him, there was a burst of heavy breathing from the audience, followed by a burst of noise.

"No, I'm not mistaken, it's a purple thousand-year-old soul ring."

"It seems like, isn't he a one-ring soul master, a one-ring soul master can absorb a thousand-year soul ring."

"Genius, that boy is a genius!!!"

Zhang Heng still didn't change his expression, but the strong man who was rushing towards him stopped and looked at him in horror.

The strong man naturally doesn't know what it is like to absorb a thousand-year spirit ring at ten levels, but he knows how much the difference in the age of the spirit ring will affect the battle. Take him as an example, he relies on his century-old spirit ring He defeated quite a few enemies, and some of those enemies even had much higher spirit power than him, but he was able to win with the advantage of a century-old spirit ring.

But now, the ring of the person in front of him was a thousand-year soul ring, which made the strong man a little uncertain, drops of cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and remained on his frightened face.

"Thousands of thousands of soul rings, how is it possible."

The strong man's mouth trembled slightly, and he said in a low voice.

Zhang Heng watched him standing there in a daze, with the corners of his mouth raised, his eyes slightly squinted, his figure swayed a few times, and the next moment he disappeared in place.

The strong man stared wide-eyed like the audience at the scene, still looking at Zhang Heng's position before he disappeared.

"Where? There, there he is."

A spectator sitting on a high place exclaimed loudly, stood up excitedly and pointed to the right side of the ring.

It turned out that just now Zhang Heng used his extremely fast speed to walk out of the sight of the strong man in just one second, and came to the side of the strong man.

The terrifying speed made him look as if he disappeared out of thin air, and because of this, the audience who spotted him was so excited.

But his utterance affected Zhang Heng's surprise attack.

Zhang Heng glanced coldly at the spectator on the high platform, turned around and continued his attack.

(End of this chapter)