Douluo's Wood Soul Escape Technique

But before that, let’s lie down in bed and take a nap. Let’s talk about the Soul Fighting Arena in the evening!

How can you cope with the afternoon training if you don’t have enough energy?He had already made an appointment with Zhao Wuji, asking Zhao Wuji to be his sparring partner. He could not use soul skills, but could only use soul power for sparring.

in the afternoon.

Sikong Zheng, who was recharging his energy, came to the place agreed with Zhao Wuji. At this time, Zhao Wuji was lying on a small broken chair and leisurely basking in the sun.

"Ahem, Mr. Vice-President, why are you still sleeping? You are still young, and if you don't work hard, you are in vain!" The shameless Sikong Zheng said righteously.

"Hey, you brat, you actually taught me a lesson. I want to see how much you weigh," said Zhao Wuji, who blushed at Sikong Zheng's words.

"Okay, Vice President, I hope you can go all out and let me know my shortcomings. Please give me some advice." Sikong Zheng's eyes were serious, he clenched his hands and stared at Zhao Wuji closely.

Zhao Wuji twisted his neck and swung his arms, "Okay, since you asked, I will give you some pointers and let me see your strength. You can make the first move."

Sikong Zheng took a deep breath, shrank his toes, gathered his soul power in his right arm, exerted force on his calf, and struck Zhao Wuji's chest suddenly.

"It's too slow, but the strength is acceptable," Zhao Wuji said, ducking aside and commenting leisurely.

At this time, Si Kongzheng was full of flaws. If Zhao Wuji wanted to, he could kick Si Kongzheng in the waist and end the battle.

Sikong Zheng punched the air, then decisively turned around and kicked Zhao Wuji in the head.

As a result, Zhao Wuji grabbed his ankle with one hand, suddenly swung it around in a half circle and smashed it to the ground.

Ah, why does this scene look so familiar? It feels like I’ve seen it somewhere before?Sikong Zheng and Dadi, who just thought of this, gave each other a close hug.

Boom~, a burst of dust rose from the ground, and Sikong Zheng was thrown to pieces. He felt that his internal organs were shaking, and several wounds were scratched on his arms.

Zhao Wuji crossed his arms and said calmly:

"Although control system soul masters generally do not need to engage in close combat with opponents like power attack system soul masters, mastering basic fist and kick skills can allow control system soul masters to have a certain buffer time when they are approached. If your moves are too slow, not fast enough, even more Not ruthless enough. Your foundation is too poor and you don’t train yourself well at all. You go run around the academy a few times every day.”

Phew, Sikong Zheng didn't argue and quickly stood up and ran outside the academy.

Sikong Zheng stopped as soon as he ran out of the academy and looked at the wound on his arm solemnly. He saw that the wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye and had already formed a bloody scab.

It seems that my mutated fairy body has extremely strong recovery capabilities and can continue to be developed. Maybe the recovery ability can be greatly enhanced, or it may have other abilities?

Sikong Zheng ran around the academy for an unknown number of times. Seeing that it was getting dark, he set off to Soto City to participate in the spirit fight.

Si Kongzheng, who arrived at the Great Soul Fighting Arena, went to the service desk and applied to change his name, "Please kill me."

"Sir, are you sure you want to change the name to "Please Kill Me"? Isn't that a bit too arrogant? And the previous results will also be cancelled," the staff member looked at Si Kongzheng speechlessly.

"No, just this name, hurry up and help me arrange the battle!" Sikong Zheng put his hands in his pockets and said with a cool face.

"Okay! You have been assigned to the Fourteenth Soul Fighting Field, please be prepared."

"Okay," Sikong Zheng turned around and headed to the Fourteenth Fighting Spirit Field.

A battle has just ended in the No. 14 Soul Fighting Arena, and the interest of the packed audience has been completely aroused, and they are waiting expectantly for the next battle.

The host announced passionately: "The next contestant is, Black Crocodile, please kill me, eh." The host was stunned and continued: "The name of the contestant behind is quite special, so let's wait and see. Bar!"

"Well, it's finally my turn," Sikong Zheng stretched his body and lazily walked towards the Soul Fighting Stage.

A tall, one-eyed man wearing an eyepatch walked out from across the Soul Fighting Stage at the same time, with a fierce look on his face.

"Okay, now let me introduce the records of the two players. This is the Black Crocodile player. He has achieved a record of seven consecutive victories in our fighting spirit arena. The current record is 29 wins and ten losses. This player is asking for help. You kill me, you are very loud, let's see how strong he is!" The host knows how to create highlights and arouse the audience's emotions.

"Black Crocodile, Black Crocodile, Black Crocodile, beat this boy who deserves a beating to death," the audience's emotions were overwhelming, and they all supported Black Crocodile.

The burly man looked at the thin boy in front of him, licked the corner of his mouth, and said with a ferocious smile: "Boy, since you want to die, then I will grant your wish, Ironback Crocodile, Possession."

The burly man's body and face sprouted pieces of shining black scales, the fingers of his hands turned into sharp claws, and a long crocodile tail stretched out from his hip and was thrown to the ground.There are three soul rings rising from the body, yellow, yellow and purple are the best configuration.

"The first soul skill - poisonous breath," the one-eyed man directly activated his first soul skill and spat out a foul-smelling black water arrow, which seemed to have corrosive power.

Sikong Zheng was expressionless on the surface, but in fact he was depressed inside. A thick tree rose from the ground, forming a semicircular barrier under his control to protect Sikong Zheng inside.

I saw black water arrows shooting at the big tree, making a hissing sound immediately, and a small black hole was corroded into the trunk. Unfortunately, in the blink of an eye, the tree squirmed and repaired it as before, and the small black hole seemed to not exist.

"What? My first soul skill is ineffective? This is obviously just a tree, but it can block my poisonous breath. What the hell is this?" The one-eyed burly man couldn't accept it.

The one-eyed man was secretly furious, and the purple soul ring on his body lit up, "The third soul skill - Death Diamond."

The crocodile tail on the back suddenly swelled, becoming darker and thicker. It no longer limply dragged on the ground. It suddenly stood up high, jumped into the air and flipped 360 degrees before poking the crocodile tail against the tree wall, shouting, "Boy, I'll stab you to death."

After hearing this, Sikong Zheng's mouth twitched and he felt a chill.

The dark and thick tail poked into the tree wall. As soon as it penetrated a little, it couldn't get any further. It was stuck tightly by the healed tree wall and it was difficult to move.

"The first soul skill—Tree Bound Eternal Burial," Sikong Zheng no longer wasted time and the first soul ring lit up.

The tree roots followed the crocodile's tail and tied the big man tightly, absorbing his soul power and growing into a big tree, suppressing him.

Si Kongzheng put his hands in his pockets and signaled to the dull host: "Can you announce the result?"

The host who reacted loudly announced: "The winner of this battle is my player, Please Kill Me, which ended the Black Crocodile player's seven-game winning streak, with a record of one win and zero losses."

There was a burst of thunderous applause from the audience. Sikong Zheng took back his soul power and walked out of the soul fighting stage calmly.

"I would like to sign up for a two-on-two spirit fight. Please arrange it as soon as possible," the Sikong Zhengchao staff member handed over the badge.

"Two versus two requires two people. Where are your teammates?" the staff member asked curiously.

"I don't have any teammates for the time being. Can't I fight one against two?" Sikong Zheng responded calmly.

"There are no regulations on this. Sir, are you sure?" the staff member quickly explained.

"I'm sure, let's arrange it as soon as possible."

"Okay, sir, please give your combination a name." The service staff said softly.

"I beg you to kill me." Sikong Zheng raised his eyebrows, preparing to carry out his death-defying style to the end.

The staff member handed over the badge and said speechlessly: "Okay, sir, the draw has ended. Two pairs of two, please come over here."