Douluo's Infinite Master

Chapter 50 The Name of the Tyrant
Chapter 50
Chen Mo raised his head, looked at the person in front of him, smiled casually, and didn't even pick up his sword.

It was originally an unintentional move, but it was provocative to others.

"Hehe! It seems that the tyrant is very disdainful of his opponent. He is not even willing to take out a sword. I don't know if he is really so confident." The voice of the commentary, as expected, successfully triggered The rage of the berserk.

"Boy! You're quite courageous." The berserker gritted his teeth.

Chen Mo shook his head, "It's not that I'm brave, it's that you can't."

"Fucking muddy horse!" The berserker swears directly, and he rushed over.

"Oh. It seems that the battle has already begun, so it's not too late. The game has officially started."

In the auditorium, Tang San heard that berserker's voice, and couldn't help but say, "It's going to happen."

"Ah, what, is that person so powerful? Couldn't it be that Chen Mo will be very dangerous." Ning Rongrong said nervously.

Although she doesn't like Chen Mo very much, but from the perspective of friends and partners, she will still care about it.

The corners of Tang San's mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but hold his forehead, "It's not Xiao Mo."

"That's it?" Ning Rongrong was suddenly confused.

"It's that berserker." Xiao Wu stared at the scene intently, and said without turning her head.

"Someone scolded Chen Mo before, and then, that person, he was wiped out." Tang San shook his head and said helplessly.

"Forehead."

Several other people showed expressions of astonishment, and they couldn't believe it any more.

Not to mention them, even the little witch Ning Rongrong couldn't believe it. After getting along, Chen Mo is still a relatively gentle person, so how could it be.

Not to mention Ning Rongrong, even her father, the head of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, would not destroy a whole family for no reason.

No, not for no reason.It's because he scolded his mother.

It seems that his mother's weight in her heart will not be too low, Ning Rongrong still remembers the scene where he was angry that day, it was forcibly hurting Zao Wou-ki, the soul sage, and vomiting blood.

They have already considered it in their hearts, and in the future when they quarrel with Xiao Mo, they must not scold their mothers, they must not talk about Xiao Wu, absolutely not.

Offstage, Chen Mo's face gradually turned cold.

"This look is so familiar." On the highest platform, the man muttered to himself.

"Do you have this feeling? Me too. It seems like I saw it there."

"Guardian Jia, Guardian Eagle, what are you talking about?" the supervisor asked suspiciously.

"No. Keep reading."

Guardian Eagle watched, the pupils in his eyes moved slightly, becoming like an eagle, eagle eyes, this is his martial soul characteristic.

His martial spirit is the Wind Chasing Eagle, which is fast and has excellent eyesight.

"Haha. Go to hell!" A phantom appeared behind the berserk in the field.

It's a rampaging rhino.

"Humph."

Chen Mo snorted coldly, moved his footsteps lightly, leaned his body, and dodged the attack.

Seeing that his attack was dodged, the berserker was not discouraged, turned his head and raised his fist, and hit him.

"Ha! Crazy rhino critical strike!"

Two yellow spirit rings appeared beside the berserker, and one of them flickered, releasing its own spirit ability.

Chen Mo's expression didn't change, he moved slightly, and the opponent didn't even touch his clothes corner.

"Bastards, are you good at hiding?"

"Drink! The blood rhino is rampant!" He roared, and the second soul ring behind him also lit up.

The stench came out of his mouth, his skin became red, and all the meridians on it swelled.

The eyeballs were covered in bloodshot eyes, the speed increased again, and the strength in his hands also increased a bit.

"drink!"

With a loud shout, he swung countless fists, turned into countless shadows of fists, and punched them.

On the high platform, Guardian Eagle commented, "This berserk is not bad, he has two hundred-year-old soul rings, and the combination of soul skills and martial soul is also excellent."

"Indeed, Director Ao, do you have any information on him?" Guardian Jia asked aloud.

"Yes. Yes. Do you want the tyrant's information?" Supervisor Ao asked.

"Well, bring it."

. . .

Facing the countless attacks, Chen Mo still looked calm, and took a few steps back.

Seeing Chen Mo retreating, the berserk stepped forward and rushed forward.

While dodging, Chen Mo quickly pushed to the edge of the field with his hind legs, and if he pushed one step, he would directly fall out of the field.

"Haha! You bastard! You can't hide. Go to hell!"

The berserker laughed loudly, and even cursed casually, the soul power surged in his hands, and his fist seemed to be a little bigger.

"Guardian, here are the documents. Look." Director Ao rushed behind them and handed over the two documents in his hand.

Guardian Eagle took it and glanced at it, "Yeah. Not bad, level 29, two century-old soul rings, the martial soul is a mutated violent blood rhinoceros. Old Jia, what do you think. Hmm? Old Jia!"

Seeing that the guardian armor on the side didn't respond, he asked once.

Protector Jia's body trembled involuntarily, as if seeing something terrifying.

"What about you?" Protector Eagle put his hand on Protector Armor's shoulder and asked with concern.

"Eagle, you, look at that young man with a sword on his back, is he wearing a red earring?" Guardian Jia tremblingly said.

"Huh? Let me take a look." The eagle protector activated his soul power, revealing a pair of eagle eyes.

"Indeed, he wears two earrings, one red and one white."

"You are looking to see if there is a word on the scabbard." Guardian Jia continued to ask.

"Yes, but I don't know each other, wait a minute." Halfway through the answer, Eagle Guardian seemed to understand something suddenly, and his face changed greatly and he exclaimed.

"Oops!"

"Quick, stop the game quickly." The expressions of the two suddenly changed, and they hurriedly yelled at Director Ao beside them.

Supervisor Ao was confused and puzzled, but he didn't ask any questions, "Well, I'll talk about it right away."

"Damn it's too late, I'll go down." Guardian Eagle cursed secretly, and a pair of wings appeared behind him, ready to rush over.

In the arena, Chen Mo's figure moved, avoiding the punch, with a sharp look in his eyes, and he slapped it directly.

boom!
The entire Soul Arena seemed to have quieted down.

Chen Mo's seemingly easy blow actually knocked the berserker into the air.

This made everyone unbelievable, but the professionalism of the commentator quickly came to his senses, "Wow, the tyrant actually knocked the berserker into the air with a light palm. Could it be that he has been hiding his clumsiness before?"

"Heh!" Chen Mo laughed coldly. In that blow just now, Chen Mo didn't knock him out of the arena, but knocked him back to the center of the arena.

Chen Mo walked towards the figure who could no longer run with his footwork.

"You, you." The berserker said in horror.

"What are you, aren't you very powerful?" Chen Mo said softly, kicking him up with a flick of his right foot.

"Aren't you awesome!"

boom!
Chen Mo said softly, leaving only an afterimage in place.

As he said that, his figure appeared behind the berserker, his legs swung, and he kicked him back, preventing him from flying out of the field.

"Aren't you arrogant?"

boom.

Seeing that the berserk was about to fly out, Chen Mo's voice appeared beside him again, another kick.

Pulled the berserk who was about to enter the field back to the field.

"come."

boom.

"keep going!"

boom!
"Call!"

boom.

"Who is the bastard!"

boom.

"Say it!"

boom.

Chen Mo's words are just a kick, and the berserk is like a football, being kicked around by Chen Mo in the field.

Although his voice was very soft, everyone present heard it, and no one dared to despise him, even if that young man looked easy to bully.

In the entire Nuoda Soul Arena, no one dared to speak out. For the first time, they understood why he was called a tyrant.

Furious as a warrior and humble as a king, a tyrant, a raged king.

"Arrange to have someone rescue that tyrannical man and see if it can still be used. Lao Jia, let's go to meet the Holy Son." The Eagle Guardian originally wanted to rescue Chen Mo, but it seemed that it was too much.

He looked at the berserker, and for some reason, he felt a little pitiful.

Three years ago, they came to Suotuo City and took over the big and small affairs of Suotuo City. As the protectors of the main hall, no matter how they were, they could not be ordered by the branch hall of the Wuhun Palace in the small Suotuo City.

Thinking about why they came to Soto City three years ago, I couldn't help but want to cry. When they saw the person they didn't want to see again.

They can vaguely feel that their hearts are beating, and they feel that the three years of stable life can say goodbye to themselves.

With His Highness Chen Mo here, it might not be too peaceful here.

"En." Guardian Jia responded, and followed him out.

In the rest hall of the contestants, Chen Mo took Xiao Wu's little hand and gently comforted her.

The others were discussing there, but no one dared to speak other than that, they all looked at Chen Mo with a trace of fear, hiding far away, deeply afraid of being stared at by him.

"Xiao Mo, he is okay." Tang San knew that Chen Mo must be fine, and he was concerned about his opponent.

Chen Mo glanced at Tang San, then glanced casually at the berserker who was being carried on a stretcher, sighed, "Little San, you are still too kind, don't worry, I have no grievances or enmities with him, He's fine, rest for a few days at most, and it'll be good."

Chen Mo could see that the berserker was already at a bottleneck, and due to the mutation of the martial soul, he had a bad side effect, and his personality became irritable.

To be honest, Chen Mo fell in love with his talent, but he was too irritable and hostile.

That's why Chen Mo put in so much effort to break his hostility, and when he recovers, he will benefit and not be too low.

Perhaps one day in the future, when he becomes a generation of strong men, he will remember the reason why he was beaten so badly today.

"Huh? Benefits? What benefits?" Ma Hongjun rushed over upon hearing the sound.

Chen Mo looked at Ma Hongjun who was poking his head, couldn't help it, and smiled a little. To be honest, little fat guys are quite cute.

"No, I just helped him resolve the side effects of Wuhun." Chen Mo explained with a smile.

Hearing the sound, Ma Hongjun's face changed drastically, and his body trembled a little.

"what!"

When Ma Hongjun was about to continue to say something, a group of people came from the gate with hurried steps.

It seems that the visitor is not particularly kind.

(End of this chapter)