Resurrection: Breath of Thunder at the start

The strength of the aura emanating from the puppet opposite Shen Lin is undoubtedly at the level of the second and fourth levels.

"Huh? That's strange. Could it be that the ruins have been in disrepair for a long time and malfunctioned?"

The old man rubbed his chin with a puzzled look on his face.

"So here comes the problem, can it be fixed?"

"I'm afraid not."

The old man shook his head slightly.

"I just checked the operation of all aspects of the ruins, and there is no problem anywhere. I don't know where the fault is."

He explained.

"Then what should I do?"

"Well, I don't have a good solution either. I can't just interfere with the operation of this fighting ring...you just make do with it."

Hearing what the old man said, Shen Lin's face darkened.

Make do with it?
So casual?

On the other side, Zhao Junlin was overjoyed.

Starting with a puppet that is three levels higher than his own, it is impossible for this guy to surpass him now.

Inheritance is already in his pocket.

Fighting.

"Ugh."

Shen Lin sighed.

Why is my face so dark? It happened when it was my turn.

But then he adjusted his mood again.

Forget it, the second-level and fourth-level start, for him who is now full of Thunder Breath, it shouldn't be impossible for him to play.

Thinking of this, he put his hand on the handle of the knife at his waist.

At this time, the puppet on the opposite side had rushed up with a mace in hand.

"Thunder's Breath·One Shape·Thunderbolt Flash!"

Lightning flashes and thunder roars.

In a blink of an eye, Shen Lin passed the puppet and came behind it.

"Ding."

Slowly retract the knife into the sheath.

With the sound of the knife being sheathed, the puppet's head fell to the ground with a muffled "bang".

Pass the first pass easily.

"Oh? This trick..."

The old man looked at Shen Lin on the ring, his eyes flickered slightly.

From his point of view, this move, this slash, is crisp and neat, without muddling, and it feels quite simple.

I thought that the girl just now was already very good, but I didn't expect this young man to be so good.

It seems that I am really lucky, it is the first time I open the ruins, and I can meet such a genius.

The old man couldn't help showing a smile.

But Zhao Junlin's mood was not so beautiful.

So fast!

He actually killed a puppet that was three levels higher than him in such a short period of time!
How did the opponent create that powerful move just now?

He had a feeling that even if he matched that move, he would be instantly killed.

Even if the relic fails, will he still be surpassed by the opponent?

But then he comforted himself again.

No, not right.

The opponent can create such a powerful move, it must be because the opponent put all their energy into creating this move.

This is already the opponent's only move.

In other words, only in the first level, the opponent has already used all his strength.

Well, it must be so!

In the ring.

Shen Lin had already reached the fifth level with a single move.

His opponent also came to the second and fifth ranks.

"Thunder's Breath·One Shape·Thunderbolt Flash!"

Flashed out like lightning.

But this time...

"Ding!"

The mace blocked its blade.

"Oh? It's only the fifth level, won't it work if the thunderbolt flashes?"

Shen Lin murmured.

Seeing this, Zhao Junlin outside the arena was overjoyed again.

In this way, the other party might not even be able to pass the tenth level, let alone surpass him.

But Shen Lin in the arena was not disturbed in his heart.

"In this case, let's speed up."

He took a step back to distance himself from the puppet, and retracted the knife into its sheath.

"Thunder's Breath·One Shape·Thunderbolt Flash·Extreme Speed!"

Sweep out!

If you could still see afterimages before, then this time, you can't even see afterimages.

In the blink of an eye, Shen Lin came to the back of the puppet again, and sheathed his knife.

The doll's head, together with a mace, fell to the ground.

Zhao Junlin: "..."

Faster!
Can it be faster!

Is this guy a monster? !

He growled in his heart.

But what he didn't know was that the real monster was just beginning to show up in front of his eyes from now on.

Next, as the difficulty of the level deepened, Shen Lin had to resort to other moves.

"Thunder's Breath · Two Shapes · Rice Soul!"

"Thunder's Breath · Three Shapes · Gather Mosquitoes into Thunder!"

Zhao Junlin was shocked.

He realized how wrong he was.

It's all nonsense to spend all your energy on creating a move!

The opponent actually had the same three moves as him!

Now the opponent has reached the No.15 level.

If you let the other party pass two levels, then you will lose the qualification to get the inheritance.

Cold sweat dripped down Zhao Junlin's forehead.

But he is not completely without opportunities.

At the No.15 level, the opponent was obviously struggling.

The next No.16 level should be the opponent's limit.

And when it comes to level No.17, the opponent will most likely be defeated.

In this way, he and the opponent are tied.

There should be some mechanism similar to playoffs.

He still has a chance to get the inheritance!
In the arena, Shen Lin had already defeated the puppet of No.16 level and came to No.17 level.

Zhao Junlin and Zhao Junlin guessed right.

At this level, Shen Lin fell into a little bit of a hard fight.

The other party already has the second and eighth ranks, and the previous dolls can't compare with it in terms of speed and strength.

The speed of the opponent can resist, and the attack of Daohun is the same.

As for Gathering Mosquitoes into Thunder, the damage caused is slightly lower, and it is difficult to cause fatal injuries to it.

This scene should be what that guy is very willing to see, right?
Shen Lin thought, and glanced at the outside.

Then, as expected, he saw Zhao Junlin's expression full of anticipation.

His lips were whispering, as if repeating something.

If you look carefully, you can see that his repeated words are: "Give up! Give up! Give up!"

Seeing Zhao Junlin like this, Shen Lin gave him a bright smile.

I'm sorry, I may have to disappoint your expectations.

Seeing Shen Lin's smile, Zhao Junlin's heart skipped a beat.

An ominous premonition rose from his heart.

"Thunder's Breath · Five Types · Heat Realm Thunder!"

Shen Lin drew his saber and waved it empty.

With the sound of Shen Lin's words, a huge golden lightning was released from the tip of his knife, like a thunder dragon, devouring the puppet opposite.

【Thunder's Breath·Five Type·Hot World Thunder】

[Release a single huge thunderbolt to shock the enemy. The thunderbolt has high heat and can burn the enemy. 】

In the previous confrontation, Shen Lin found that although these puppets had strong speed, strength and physical defense, they didn't seem to have much defense against energy-type attacks.

The evidence is that when the thunder in his hand hits the opponent, it often paralyzes the opponent.

So he chose the "Hot Thunder" with powerful single-target damage to solve the No.17 doll.