Douluo painter

Chapter 144 Tang Qin
"My dear people, I am your King of Slaughter, the ruler of this city of Slaughter. I heard that a God of Slaughter was born yesterday, so I came here to take a look today."

On the stage, the Slaughter King spoke slowly in a calm and oppressive voice.

"Next, let us witness the wonderful duel brought to us by [-]!"

The King of Slaughter shouted loudly, and the sound resounded throughout the death arena.

"Oh!!!"

For a while, the audiences and challengers in the arena were excited, and the King of Slaughter came to watch the battle in person, which made them even more excited.

"The arena..."

"Turn on!"

With the Slaughter King's order, the arena rose like it was yesterday.

Mo Hui naturally rose along with the ring.

"It seems that today may not be so easy."

Mo Hui said with some concern.

He sensed the breath of all the challengers present, and found that they were much stronger than yesterday's group of challengers.

However, Mo Hui was only worried for a while, and soon he relaxed his slightly frowning brows.

"Fortunately, they are not too strong. Although it may be difficult, it is still no problem to win."

Thinking in this way, Moe began to prepare the weapons to be used in a while.

He felt that this group of people might not be as stupid as yesterday's group to give him time to prepare weapons.

So he has to prepare in advance.

What followed was a fierce battle.

However, since writing too much may cause suspicion of watery word count, I will briefly introduce it.

The identity number of the person who participated in the first Mohui battle was "[-]".

Looking at the license plate, you can probably guess what kind of person this is.

That's right, it's a bastard.

His martial soul is a heavy-armored turtle, a top-notch defensive beast martial soul, with swords and spears, and King Kong is not bad.

There is no pressure at all to block bullets with this kind of defense.

But sorry,
Mo Hui has an armor-piercing cannon, and nothing can stop it.

As a result, the first challenger was shattered and killed.

Then there is the No.2 challenger.

ID number: [-]
Wuhun: Shit
One can imagine Mo Hui's inner feelings when he knew that he was this Wuhun.

He swears that this is definitely the most embarrassing game he has ever played.

At that time, he was stunned when he saw that the four four four four spirit was shit, thinking it was some kind of strange spirit that he had never seen before.

So give it a shot first.

As you can imagine, that person directly defended with a big pile of shit.

Then it "suddenly dropped".

Looking at the kind of things flying all over the sky, Mo Hui instantly understood what he had blown up.

This made him throw up all the breakfast he had in the morning.

His heart could not be calm for a long time.

And he also saw that the feces fell on the ground and gave off a strong corrosiveness, which is tmd or poisonous!
But the game still had to continue, so Mo Hui replaced the shells with machine guns.

However, when the machine gun was hit there, it was all sunk in, corroded, and had no attack power at all.

So he thought about fighting a war of attrition, and waited until [-]'s soul power was exhausted and he could no longer use his martial soul.

In the end, guess what he saw, that person actually ate his own martial soul.

What is this trick called!
This trick is called self-produced and self-marketed!

And that person recovered his soul power after eating that kind of thing.

This made Mo Hui feel extremely disgusted.

"Your shit hasn't been digested yet, so there are residual nutrients!"

Mo Hui roared frantically in his heart.

He really can't stand this disgusting thing.

So what if it explodes, is it more disgusting than watching shit!

Mo Hui directly replaced the missile, and shot it into the soul.

Four four four four ascended to heaven in an instant.

But before he ascended to heaven, there was an unspeakable rain on the entire stadium.

All the audience, including the challenger, vomited together.

The audience was crying like this,
"What the hell is this? Since when did our killing capital have such a person!"

"I know him, he's the shit king!"

"Isn't he banned from playing? Why is he up again? It's disgusting!"

"I don't know, hurry up and save me, I'm about to be smoked to death!"

"Help!"

For a moment, the entire arena was in chaos, and in the end, the King of Slaughter had to personally eliminate the shit, and the arena was calmed down.

Then ink painting continued the game.

The next third challenger is [-].

This person is considered to be a group of people who came to the killing capital relatively early.

Being able to survive until now shows that the strength is not bad.

His martial soul is the golden-eyed poisonous bee.

Can fly in the sky and fire the poisonous needles on its tail.

Originally, he wanted to use his advantage of being able to fly to restrain Mo Hui.

But unfortunately,
Mo Hui has a plane, and it is also a fighter jet.

He has poison needles, ink painted machine guns, and tracking shells.

So Mo Hui staged an air chase with him.

In the end, [-] was sent away by Mo Hui with a shell because his soul power was exhausted.

Then came the fourth, fifth, sixth...

Until the tenth ink painting, there was no danger and a safe victory.

But today's game is longer than yesterday's game, and it has already taken a whole morning after ten games.

Mo Hui is a little bit out of strength now.

I didn't eat anything in the morning, but I vomited it all up before.

After another morning of fighting, now he is really hungry and has no energy left.

"Oh hoo!"

"It seems that our champion, [-], is already very tired. Does this mean that he has no strength to fight anymore?"

Seeing Mo Hui's appearance, the host was very curious about how Mo Hui would respond to the challenge next.

"Hu~~"

Mo Hui took a deep breath and tried his best to stabilize his body. If he acted weak now, he would definitely be attacked by a group of people.

However, Mo Hui's performance has aggravated people's perception that Mo Hui has no strength.

"Tch-tch-tch!"

"Sure enough, you will also have a tired moment. Although I don't want to beat you like this, but you are too strong. I can only be a guy who picks up leaks."

At this time, a man turned into a bat and flew onto the ring, and let out a weird laugh.

After arriving in the arena, he became human again, and looked at Mo Hui and laughed.

"You also want to pick up the leak, and it happens that I do too."

At this time, another person suddenly came to the ring.

It seems that like the previous Batman, he is the one who wants to take advantage of Moe's fatigue.

"Oh hoo, can't you imagine that there are so many people who think like me?"

Then challengers stepped onto the ring one after another, laughing sinisterly at each other.

"You are real dogs!"

Mo Hui looked at the seven challengers in front of him and couldn't help complaining bitterly.

It looked very palpitating.

"Hey, aren't all the killing cities like this? Only fools would obediently send themselves to death."

Batman mocked playfully.

"But with so many of you, are you going to come one by one, or fight in groups?"

Ink painted asked.

"This is..."

Batman looked at the other challengers present.

Then I saw him helplessly shook his head and said:

"Although I really want to claim the reputation of defeating you by myself, it would be bad if you regained your strength while fighting with them, so we can only go together. As for who can kill you, it all depends on luck."

"Oh?"

"We are also relieved to hear you say that, so let's each rely on our own abilities."

All the challengers around also echoed.

"Okay, let's start fighting as soon as possible, lest he regain his strength in a while."

After speaking, Batman took the lead in attacking Mo Hui.

Not to be outdone, the others followed suit and launched an attack.

"Go to hell, nine-five-two-seven!"

Seeing the attack coming towards him, the corners of Mo Hui's mouth rose slightly.

Then he raised his head and looked at the crowd with a smile:

"Sure enough, there are no smart people in this place!"

The space ring in Mo Hui's hand flickered slightly, and huge objects appeared behind Mo Hui.

"what is that!"

Everyone was amazed for a while, looking at the rows of huge objects behind Mo Hui.

That thing seemed to be made of steel all over, with pipes on it, and thick and wide tracks on the bottom.

The whole object is very bulky, like a huge piece of iron.

When they were surprised, Mo Hui had already pressed the red button in his hand, and shouted loudly:

"fire!!!"

Then the sky was covered by countless shells, and those shells flew straight towards the challengers.

"what is this!"

Everyone panicked. They knew that Mo Hui had many strange weapons and they were powerful, so they didn't dare to underestimate them.

But no matter what they thought, the shells had been fired, and there was no chance for them to escape.

In less than a second, the shells fell to the ground and fell around the challengers.

The rumbling sound echoed throughout the arena and could not be subdued for a long time.

"what!!!"

Then one by one, the challengers were blasted to pieces.

"Hu~~"

Seeing that the challengers were almost dead, Mo Hui also breathed a sigh of relief.

He deliberately put on a tired look to attract the bait.

Otherwise, there will always be some people watching covetously from below, just refusing to take the stage
This prevented him from playing games and accumulating wins.

So he thought of pretending to lure the challenger.

I didn't expect the effect to be so good, so a group came directly.

It seems that his target for today can be completed ahead of schedule.

"However, the power of this remote control tank is really great, and it really saves me a lot of trouble."

Mo Hui patted the green leather tank beside him and said.

If it weren't for this tank, he would really have a headache facing so many people.

After all, his weakness is not all an act, he is indeed a little tired.

If he didn't use this kind of remote control tank, it would be a little difficult for him to defeat those people.

"Anyone else coming up?"

Mo Hui breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the edge of the ring and shouted.

At this time, the audience had already been shocked by the bombardment, and kept shouting wildly, no one listened to what Mo Hui said.

"Oh, I see that this is the end of today."

Mo Hui looked at the crazy crowd and shook his head helplessly.

And on the other side, where the King of Slaughter is.

"This kid is really interesting, don't you think so?"

The Slaughter King sat on his seat and looked at Mo Hui playfully and said.

"Indeed it is, my king."

Beside the Slaughter King, a black-veiled woman responded.

Look carefully, isn't this the black-veiled woman who went to pick up Mo Hui yesterday?
"Qin'er, there is no one else here, you can call me father directly."

The Slaughter King said lightly.

"Yes, my lord."

Saying that, the black veil woman also took off her veil.

As Mo Hui had guessed, she was a beauty.

Black eyes, silky hair, slender cheeks, and white skin like jade.

　I don't know if Tang Chen has a daughter, but I added this one myself.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)