Douluo's Fate Modification System

Xia Ling stood on the spot with a T-step, waiting for his opponent to step forward.

The seven members of the Elephant Armor Sect rushed to his front without any hindrance.

Hu Yanli took the lead, the third soul ring on his body lit up, his fat body leaped in the air, his whole body was filled with a layer of dazzling purple light.

Looking at the huge monster that suddenly took off, Xia Ling suddenly felt that this move was very similar to Zhu Bajie's skill, that is, it couldn't bounce or return blood.

Suppression, the third soul skill unified by the Elephant Armored Sect.

Once locked by this soul skill, Chooshou's cheeks will temporarily lose the ability to move and can only forcefully receive their next two attacks.

With the kinetic energy generated by their huge bodies descending from the sky, coupled with the power of soul skills, one can imagine the attack power produced.

However, in Xia Ling's perception, this skill was too cumbersome for him, because it only bound his feet.

Feeling the strength of the restraint, Xia Ling didn't even need to use the True Dragon Overlord Body, as long as he activated the True Dragon Martial Soul and struggled hard, the restraint would be broken immediately.

But he looked at the seven strong men who were already flying in the air, he didn't intend to forcibly break his skills, but raised his arms again.

"Om..."

A strong buzz sounded, and abundant earth elements were instantly gathered directly above Xia Ling, forming a khaki hemispherical mask.

"Another self-created soul skill! The third self-created soul skill!"

The audience in the audience was boiling, and today's game is definitely a legend.

Hu Yanli, who was preparing to fall in mid-air, suddenly felt a strange attitude enveloped him, and he couldn't explain clearly.

He felt that the altitude of his flight this time seemed to be a little higher than usual.

Where the audience couldn't see it, Xia Ling actually cast the only high-level earth spell in the field—gravity spell

But unlike increasing the pressure to attack the opponent, this gravity technique is to reduce the gravity in the area and weaken the attack power of crushing and falling.

Closer, closer.

The diamond mammoth fell down with a whining sound, shining like a comet hitting the ground.

Facing the menacing "diamond impact", Xia Ling's handprints changed, and the magic formula was turned lightly, and the khaki hemispherical shield seemed to become softer and softer.

When the two collided, there was neither the earth-shattering roar nor the strong confrontation imagined.

The contact between the shield and Hu Yanli only made a sound.

"Duang."

Just as the behemoth came into contact with the mask, the hemispherical shield immediately deformed.

Hu Yanli only felt that he had knocked down on a lump of soft dough.

When the opponent moved slightly, his powerful impact immediately slid down the edge of the dough, without causing any damage at all.

"duang, duang, duang..."

"Bang, bang, bang..."

These flying fat guys fell down one after another, and one after another was bounced by the seemingly soft shield and landed on the ground beside the ring.

"This is how the same thing?"

Hu Yanli rubbed his head, which was in close contact with the granite floor, and stood up unsteadily.

He doesn't understand.

Not to mention that his powerful blow had no effect at all, and he almost broke his neck.

"This is called using softness to overcome strength, Ali."

Xia Ling answered his question, and Xianxin even used a combination of Quicksand and Solidification to repair the ground of the arena that was smashed by them.

This move not only shocked the audience, but also shocked the high-level soul masters who were watching the game.

This is already the fourth self-created soul skill!

He actually used such a precious self-created soul skill to repair the ring?

It's just a waste of money!

No, wait, wait, something seems wrong?

He has already hit seven, why do he still have extra soul power to repair the ring?

What a monster!

"Using softness to overcome strength, what does that mean?"

There is no such philosophical dialectical thought spread in Douluo language, and of course Hu Yanli didn't understand what it meant.

"We'll talk about this later, let's finish the game first. How about it? Are you still playing?"

"No more fights, no more fights. Referee, we Weevil Academy admit defeat."

Looking at Xia Ling's smiling face, Hu Yanli quickly refused.

Where was the game before?

It's completely being played like a monkey.

The other party asked several of them to take turns to go to bed for a long time, but they didn't even touch the corners of their clothes.

It's better to just admit defeat and don't lose this person.

"In the first qualifier of the third round, Wuhun Academy played against Weevil Academy, and Wuhun Academy won!"

At the VIP table, Hu Yanzhen was not angry at his grandson's failure, but, together with Salas, praised Xia Ling's strength.

The last move of the flexible shield crushing kill, although there is no such word in Douluo's language as softness overcomes rigidity, but he has already understood the truth after walking for many years.

To put it bluntly, it is actually the use of unloading force.

As an old man, he understood it at a glance, but Hu Yanli and the other members of the Elephant Armor Sect were still a little puzzled.

After getting off the ring, Hu Yanli closely followed Xia Ling's footsteps, for fear of being left behind, and there were six strong men following behind him.

"Your Highness, you haven't finished talking to me yet. What does it mean to use softness to overcome strength?"

After the referee announced the results of the game, Xia Ling had already explained the reasoning to them, but it was still difficult for them who lacked cultural influence to understand.

Explaining the effect of force to a group of reckless people who don't even know what it is in mathematics and physics, it is like playing the piano to a cow even if his tongue is full of lotus flowers.

The helpless Xia Ling took out a stone slab from the storage ring, and let them experience it for themselves.

"Come on, break it."

Although Hu Yanli was a little puzzled, he still followed his advice and smashed the stone slab with one punch.

Afterwards, Xia Ling took out another roll of parchment and held it in his hand.

"Let me ask you, which is stronger, the paper or the slate?"

A strong man replied quickly: "It must be a stone slab. The paper will break if you don't touch it."

Xia Ling nodded, "Okay, come on, smash it."

The brawny man didn't take it seriously, and punched out casually, except for the parchment floating for a while, nothing happened.

The strong man was taken aback, and explained awkwardly, "Again, give me another chance, I didn't hit just now."

Xia Ling raised his hand without moving, but raised his chin to signal him to continue.

He was fully prepared this time, and even made a special pose.

With a punch, the parchment is still nothing.

"This......"

Not only him, but several other members of the Elephant Armor Sect were stunned.

"What you said earlier is right. You really didn't hit it. But it's not that you didn't hit it, it's your strength that didn't hit it."

While talking, Xia Ling held the paper with both hands this time, signaling him to do it again.

This time, the fragile paper was easily torn in two.