Douluo's dragon fist

Soto City, Rose Hotel.

The blond boy was furious: "See, you don't want to get out of here alive today."

"I will return the original words to you."

He Qi said with a flat face, jokingly.

The blond boy's body surged with energy.

Manager Chen was sweating profusely and quickly tried to dissuade him: "Master Dai, you must not do anything here. This is where we do business..."

The blond boy's tone was still arrogant: "Get out of the way! Be careful not to hurt you!"

He Qi stepped forward, but Tang San grabbed him: "Brother He Qi, it's better for me to go. If you take action, I'm afraid he won't even be able to stand up."

Xiao Wu also came over: "Yes, why don't you let me do it? You don't need to take action, Brother He Qi."

"What are you talking about? Little bastard, weren't you very arrogant just now? What? Cowardly?"

What He Qi said just now was too much. The blond boy was not a vegetarian at all. How could he be spared so easily?

The blond-haired boy let go of the two girls, and when he rushed forward, there was a gust of wind, and he punched straight at He Qi's face.

There was nothing muddled about this punch, but its strength was very concentrated, as if it was a punch that exploded in an instant.

"Looking at his skills, this guy should also be a battle soul master of the assault system."

He Qi didn't dodge or dodge, he stood still and didn't move, just punched out seemingly lightly.

If he retreated, the enemy's arrogance would be increased, and the strength of the fist would be stronger, and the blond boy's attack might be even more violent.

But He Qi didn't think so much at all, because he never thought of retreating from the beginning.

When the two fists collided, the blond boy felt a little regretful.

He felt the extraordinary power in that fist.

A muffled sound.

The blond-haired boy was unsteady on his feet, and "Dangtangtang" retreated more than ten meters in a row before standing still.

And He Qi's footsteps did not move even half a millimeter.

Even the breathing rate has not changed.

The blond boy was startled.

This guy looks smaller than him, but the punch he punches is several times stronger than him.

That fist was not only powerful, but also as hard as finely cast steel.

Not only was he knocked back, but his hands ached.

Although his strength is strong, it is like a huge wave crashing on a ten thousand year old rock.

The blond boy squeezed his painful fist: "Boy, I underestimated you before!"

He said, the whole person pounced on like a tiger, making a sharp sound of piercing through the air.

This blow seemed to be a pure blow that abandoned all defenses.

His body was already covered by soul power.

He Qi's eyes were fixed, and he also used his soul power.

The blond boy's eyes flickered, his fists came back first, and there was a crisp roar in the void, which was many times stronger than the force just now.

He Qi still didn't need to use other moves, and swung out a fist entwined with soul power.

In the air, the wind of fists surged, and a series of low impact sounds were heard.

He Qi broke through the opponent's double fist attack in an instant, and hit his iron chest with his right fist.

There was another muffled sound, and the blond boy couldn't bear the blow, and flew backwards amidst the exclamations of the onlookers.

In the low air, his soul power circulated extremely quickly, controlling the balance to the best of his ability. That blow was quite powerful, and he flew straight out of the hotel, but his feet landed on the ground.

He Qi and the others followed out, and Manager Chen broke into a sweat.

When they left the hotel, some floors were damaged, but fortunately, they did not cause too much damage in the store.

The two confronted each other again, and the blond boy's face was a little ugly.

Judging from the two attacks just now, this boy who is a few years younger than himself is definitely not as simple as he imagined.

"Do you still want to fight?"

Although He Qi said this, it sounded like provocation to others.

"Don't be complacent, kid. Being able to fight me to this extent can only prove that you have some skills like a three-legged cat, but if you think that you can defeat me like this, you are a bit too ignorant!"

The blond-haired boy is a man after all, and he lost two games in a row just now, and everyone noticed it, so he wanted to make amends in his words.

But judging from his words, it is still unclear who will win next.

And He Qi naturally couldn't ask for it.

The natural mission of a soul master is to fight.

Wouldn't it be a pleasure to be able to fight against a powerful soul master?

Fighting intent, both sides showed a strong fighting intent.

"White tiger, possessed!"

The blond-haired boy let out a loud cry, and a burst of green flames surged all over his body. At the same time, he stretched out his arms, his iron-like chest facing the wind, his joints cracked like popping beans, and his muscles bulged in a circle.

His entire body seemed to be covered in black and white stripes, and three horizontal lines and one vertical line appeared on his forehead, which was the word "King".

His hands were covered in black and white hair, with claws as sharp as sharp knives extending out.

He looked like a king of the forest.

When the martial soul possessed him, the three soul rings began to rhythm like glass.

Yellow, yellow, purple!

A majestic soul power rushed over.

"Wow, there is actually a thousand year spirit ring!"

Although Xiao Wu's tone was a bit shocked, her heart was not too touched.

After staying with He Qi for a long time, the thousand-year spirit ring seemed to be commonplace.

Maybe it's more than that.

But the onlookers had already started whispering.

Most of the tone is admiration and admiration.

The blond boy probably looks about fifteen or sixteen years old, but he already has three soul rings, indicating that his level has exceeded thirty-one.

The fifteen-year-old Hun Zun can no longer be described as a genius.

In addition to his handsome face, some girls in the crowd were even a little nymphomaniac.

Being handsome and powerful, this is obviously not low on the opposite sex.

"My name is Dai Mubai, a level fighting soul master."

The blond boy reported his name and level, obviously wanting to have a fair showdown with his opponent. On the other hand, it is also a recognition of the opponent's strength.

(Sure enough, he was not wrong.)

He reported his name, confirming He Qi's previous conjecture.

Dai Mubai is the royal son of the Star Luo Empire, and he left the Dai family before He Qi and Zhu Zhuqing fled.

Zhu Zhuqing had met him before, but because He Qi's status was still very low at that time, maybe he only had a few encounters with him, and most of the time his name stayed in other people's mouths.

There are still some origins and connections.

Zhu Zhuqing hid in the crowd and observed secretly, did not greet Dai Mubai.Dai Mubai also never noticed her.

Of course, it was even more impossible for him to know He Qi.

In a sense, when the opponent releases the spirit ring and declares his name, it can be regarded as recognition and respect for himself.

That being the case, He Qi also released the soul ring.

The four soul rings were suddenly released, and when people saw it, they were almost dumbfounded!