Legend of the Holy God of Douluo

Dai Yuan just walked out of the waiting room, a ray of sunlight pierced his eyes, he squinted for a while, and quickly adapted to the light outside.

The sunlight at this time had just increased its firepower, and it still had a hint of morning coolness on my face.

The moment Dai Yuan appeared, there was a burst of excitement in the venue.

"Wow, this boy is so handsome." Some adolescent girls from the Appearance Association were captured the moment they saw his appearance.

Dai Yuan has been handsome since he was a child, and Bibi Dong even joked with him in private that his appearance played a certain role in selecting him as his disciple.

After these years of practice, his appearance has become more and more handsome. At this time, he has not fully grown up, but his immortal-like temperament has been revealed involuntarily.

Of course, there are also many sarcastic voices in this appreciation.

"Come to fight the spirit at such a young age. Don't go crying to your mother when the pain hurts!"

"Hahaha, that's it!"

Dai Yuan ignored these doubts and walked onto the ring with a smile.

At this time, the referee was already looking through the relevant information of the contestants in the ring.

When his eyes saw Dai Yuan's information, his eyes widened.

"I just turned 12 and my soul power reached level 35! What kind of monster is this!"

Then, he turned his attention to Dai Yuan who was walking away from him, swallowed deeply, and asked with a trembling voice.

"Are you really level 35? This is a fighting spirit, no joke."

Feeling the doubt from the referee, Dai Yuan said with a smile.

"Don't worry, Mr. Referee, I won't cheat in this regard."

Dai Yuan's affirmation shocked him again, and then a light flashed in his eyes.

"Okay, okay, if that's the case, then go and wait."

Dai Yuan nodded slightly and took a step toward the ring.

At this time, a burly middle-aged man slowly walked onto the ring. When he saw that his opponent was a handsome young man, he couldn't help but marvel.

"Okay, now that the contestants from both sides have arrived, let me explain the rules of the game."

"This spirit fight must not harm lives. Anyone who causes death will not only bear huge compensation, but will also be banned from the competition for five years. Do you understand?"

Both parties nodded silently, and then they distanced themselves.

At this time, the referee raised his right hand to the sky and then quickly put it down.

"start!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of soul power surged around the middle-aged man, and then three soul rings, one white, two yellow, rose up from his feet.

"Qingyun Sword, possessed by martial spirit!"

He held his hands in vain, and then, a steel sword appeared in his palm. Three azure auspicious clouds added a touch of elegance to its fierceness.

In response, Dai Yuan raised the corners of his mouth, and then he took a step forward and disappeared.

The next second, he appeared beside the opponent, clenched his right fist, and struck hard towards his ribs.

"Well!"

A muffled sound came, and the huge power turned into a galloping beast and exploded inside Dai Yuan's fist. Huge pain came, making his expression freeze for a moment, and then he rolled his eyes. , fainted.

From the beginning to the end, there was not a trace of soul power surging around Dai Yuan's body, and all he used was Xing Zi Jue and the simplest strength.

However, these are shocking to the eyes of the uninitiated.

They only saw Dai Yuan's figure blurring for a while, then reappearing next to the middle-aged man, and then the middle-aged man fell down inexplicably.

At this time, a voice came from the audience.

"He's cheating, he's cheating!"

In an instant, this sound suddenly became a main theme echoing in this area.

At this time, the referee stepped forward to check the opponent's situation with a solemn face. After repeated confirmation, he shouted towards the audience.

"Give me peace!"

Soul power surged around his body, and then, six soul rings, one white, two yellow, and three purple, rose from under his feet.

The roaring coercion from the Soul Emperor instantly silenced the clamoring audience. After all, not everyone would provoke a powerful person of the Soul Emperor level.

After the situation was under control, the referee then spoke.

"After my review, this player did not use any cheating methods. The winner this time is player No. 35!"

After briefly pronouncing the verdict, he turned to Dai Yuan and admired it.

"Your strength is beyond my expectation. Do you want to continue fighting? If you win two times in a row, you will be awarded the title of champion, and the points gained by such victory will increase tenfold."

"Referee, I have a humble request. Can you tell me what the soul power level of this player is?"

The referee's whole body trembled, and after thinking for a moment, he slowly spoke.

"Level 32."

"Oh, that's it. I choose to continue fighting."

"Okay! Hahaha, I haven't seen such a powerful young generation for a long time!"

At this point, he shouted to the audience again.

"This winner chooses to continue fighting, and let us witness the birth of a new crown champion!"

As soon as the words fell, the audience who had just been suppressed once again fell into excitement.

In the audience, a dark green figure came to the gambling board in Area [-].

"Hello, how can I help you?"

The lady at the front desk showed her signature smile politely.

"I want to bet."

"Okay, which player do you want to bet on, what is your betting goal, and how much is the stake."

"On the 35th, bet on him to win the title of Ten Crown Champions, with a stake of [-] gold soul coins!"

"Ten, one hundred thousand gold soul coins!" The receptionist's voice trembled involuntarily.

"What's wrong? Can't you?" the man said with a warm smile.

"No, it's not sir. This amount has exceeded my processing level. Please allow me to ask the manager for instructions." The front desk lady's eyes at him had completely changed at this time, from the original politeness to a deep look. respect.

"Haha, go ahead and remember to tell Victor that Flanders is here."

"Yes, yes!" When the man said the manager's name, the lady didn't dare to hesitate at all and quickly ran towards the backstage box with small steps.

After a while, a fat middle-aged man in rich clothes walked quickly from the backstage box.

"Hahaha, Iron Rooster is going to pluck out all the hair on his body today."

"Oh, but even if you pull it out, it can't absorb the oil that overflows from your body."

"Hahaha, one hundred thousand gold soul coins is not enough."

"Okay, okay, I'm here to do business, help me put the bet in first." At this time, Flanders took out a silver ring and gently placed it on the table.

Victor stepped forward and put away the ring lightly, and then he took out a gold-gilded contract from his sleeve.

"Okay, okay, what else do you have to worry about while I do the work?"

"Hey, why don't I trust my old friend? But remember to return the ring to me after you withdraw the money."

"Oh, you are still like a bird. How can you make a fortune with your situation?"

"Oh! Don't tell me, maybe I will be a millionaire after tonight!"