Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

"Zhao Lei, level 24 great attack spirit master, please!"

His eyes were burning with fierce fighting spirit, as if he was about to set the entire arena on fire.

Yin Shizhi stood quietly at the other end of the ring, his eyes calm, he turned his head slightly and glanced at Zhao Lei, with a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Lei no longer hesitated. He clenched his fists and lunged forward, like a hungry lion pouncing on its prey. His powerful voice echoed in the ring.

"Second Soul Skill—Fire Frenzy"

The soul skill unfolds instantly and goes straight to the ultimate move.

As a strong attack type, if you encounter an agility attack type, you really can't end the battle quickly. When the gap in soul power is not big, if there is a stalemate, you will definitely fall into passivity, especially in the early stage of the soul master.

The Flame Lion martial spirit roared wildly, and raging fire burst out from his body, covering the arena in a sea of ​​fire. The flames surged like ocean waves and headed straight for Yin Shizhi.

Facing Zhao Lei's surging flame soul skill attack, Yin Shizhi moved suddenly. His figure was like a purple-black lightning, moving freely through the sea of ​​​​fire in an instant.

"Hmph, you want to run?" Zhao Lei sneered, and his flame frenzy swept forward more violently, turning into fiery snakes that emerged from the flames, spreading their ferocious fangs, and continued to chase Yin Shizhi.

"You can't run away. My soul skill covers nearly twenty meters. You can't run away at your speed."

Yin Shizhi's eyes shone with a calm light. The speed and flapping frequency of the Ziyan martial spirit were almost astonishing, like a swift flying freely in the storm, nimbly avoiding every attack of the flames.

While dodging the attack, he mocked: "Zhao Lei, although your flame soul skill is powerful, it relies too much on the power of the martial soul and ignores your own skills. If this continues, you can't beat me."

After hearing this, Zhao Lei felt a burst of anger in his heart, and he retorted loudly: "Stop talking nonsense! My fire soul skill is enough to burn you to ashes!"

More than a dozen fire snakes became more violent, chasing Yin Shizhi, and the space for movement became narrower and narrower.

"It seems that your fire soul skill also has weaknesses." Yin Shizhi sneered, "Next, it will be my turn to fight back!"

Just when Zhao Lei thought he was about to successfully hit Yin Shizhi, Yin Shizhi suddenly launched his proud inherited martial art - "Space Shuttle".

The activation of this martial skill instantly caused his figure to disappear without a trace in the sea of ​​fire, leaving only Zhao Lei's shocked expression and the flames flying in the sky.

Yin Shizhi's figure was seen rushing through the sea of ​​fire, and like a purple phantom, he instantly appeared next to Zhao Lei.

Zhao Lei's expression changed and his eyes widened. He obviously did not expect that Yin Shizhi would be so fast and pass through so easily. He hurriedly jumped back and avoided Yin Shizhi's attack.

However, his flame frenzy was briefly paused because of this blow.

Yin Shizhi put his hands together and struck "Purple Swallow Lightning Thunder" to release a strong electric light, which instantly passed through and hit Zhao Lei's chest directly.

Zhao Lei was hit by this blow and his body stagnated, and the flame frenzy was also interrupted.

He struggled to resist, but the power of the electric light was too powerful, and he could only watch helplessly as he was knocked away.

The students in the audience let out bursts of exclamations. They didn't know why Yin Shizhi was able to penetrate the surroundings of so many fire snakes.

Zhao Lei fell to the ground, his clothes were damaged in many places, and the Flame Lion Martial Spirit also looked a little sluggish.

But he did not give up and struggled to stand up, but it was difficult to continue due to his general paralysis.

Yin Shizhi looked at Zhao Lei, with a flash of appreciation in his eyes. He walked to Zhao Lei and stretched out his hand to help him up.

"Your soul skill attack is okay, but it's a pity that your control is a bit poor." Yin Shizhi said calmly.

Zhao Lei raised his head and looked at Yin Shizhi, a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes, and he put down his arm, "Your speed and skills are better than mine. I am convinced that you lost."

………………

Beside the Soul Fighting Stage of Chang'an College, the students of Chang'an College formed a circle around the viewing platform. The junior, middle and high school departments were clearly distinguished, and their moods fluctuated with the changes in the situation on the field.

When the referee announced that the three players, Che Shiyan, William, and Zhao Lei, had lost one after another, the expressions of the students, especially those in the lower division, became extremely complicated. The originally lively arena seemed to have been pressed on the mute button, and there was a dead silence.

At first, when Che Shiyan lost first as the vanguard, they could accept it, but when William continued to lose, their eyes widened, some even opened their mouths, and the students' expressions began to become solemn; then, Zhao Lei They were also defeated and felt a little uncomfortable. They frowned, their faces were full of worry and anxiety, and their eyes shone with unwillingness.

"Che Shiyan, William, and Zhao Lei have been killed three times!" A student's voice trembled, breaking the brief silence.

"Yes, and Zhao Lei is still in the top five in the lower division, how is it possible..." Another student muttered to himself, his eyes wandering around the field, trying to find a reasonable explanation.

"Did we really lose? We were defeated by one person from Tiandou Academy like this?" A little girl's eyes were slightly red and her voice was trembling.

Although her voice was small, it was extremely clear in the quiet arena. Some people clenched their fists, as if they were concentrating all their strength on their hands; some people bit their lips, as if they were holding back the emotions in their hearts.

"No, we haven't lost yet!" A boy stood up suddenly, his voice firm and powerful.

He looked around, his eyes shining with determination, "Our college cannot give up just because of temporary setbacks. We must believe in the strength of our college and our seniors!"

His words were like a shot in the arm, cheering up the surrounding students. They stood up one after another, waving their arms and shouting.

"It's easy to say, but something happened suddenly. The strongest members of our lower-level department are not here, so what's the use of shouting slogans?" the sensible student said coldly.

"Is it true that no one in our lower-level department can stop him?" a student asked worriedly.

"Don't let us go to the middle school. That would be too embarrassing."

"What are you thinking? This is not allowed, and people from the middle school department may not be able to win."

"No, there are more powerful people in our lower division!" Another student said firmly.

Zhao Lei stepped into the preparation area of ​​Chang'an College with a slightly lonely expression, "Teacher Li, I failed, I..."

Li Jinghua's eyes were as bright as a torch, and he looked at Zhao Lei quietly, and then slowly said, "Martial soul is understood, it takes five years to gain form, ten years to gain form, fifteen to gain the method, twenty to gain the spirit...Today's failure, I can't bear it." , should realize it more.”