The Emperor of Douluo is coming to the world

Chapter 12 You have recovered your life

In the Soto Great Soul Arena.

The lights were bright, but there were not many people coming and going, and in the hall, a unique young man was out of place with his surroundings.

Wang Xiaoming sat leisurely on the sofa, looking at the ceiling, with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

"Wang Xiaoming, why are you still here? Aren't you afraid that Dai Mubai has won ten consecutive victories?" The three-five team who had just finished the battle came out and saw Wang Xiaoming still sitting on the sofa, Xiao Wu was furious.

"I just gave way to him, now I should move my hands and feet." Wang Xiaoming suddenly opened his eyes, shook his head, got up and went straight to the front desk.

"Arrange a battle for me." Wang Xiaoming handed over his certificate.

The front desk was still the same as last night, but at this time, Wang Xiaoming was wearing a khaki mask, and his clothes were also normal clothes. It was impossible to tell that Wang Xiaoming was the magenta demon last night.

"Okay." The front desk agreed casually, took the certificate, checked the information, and quickly arranged a battle.

"Hey, are you in a hurry now?" Xiao Wu said angrily, not knowing where Wang Xiaoming provoked her.

Tang San tugged Xiao Wu, motioning to stop talking, Xiao Wu glanced at Tang San, then stuck out her tongue at Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming shook his head and walked into the passageway of the fighting spirit platform.

"Xiao Wu, what's wrong with you?" Tang San frowned slightly, and touched Xiao Wu's forehead.

It's not very hot, it doesn't seem to be a fever.

Xiao Wu's face instantly became a little rosy, she removed Tang San's hand, rolled her eyes, and muttered: "Who made him so arrogant, so..."

Xiao Wu was silent for a moment, and there was a hint of fear in her eyes.

Tang San didn't know why, but he knew Xiao Wu's difficulties, so he said: "What's the matter, let's face it together."

"Ah."

……

Wang Xiaoming ushered in his first opponent today, the level 48 Slaughter Wolf.

Slaughtering Wolf wore a black wolf mask, and his body was extremely strong and tall, like a two-meter-tall giant.

There is a strange totem on both hands. It is rumored that his profession is a wolf slayer, who specializes in dealing with wolf problems. Because he killed too many wolves, he was cursed by the wolf god and had to tattoo the totem to resist the god's revenge. .

"Slaughter the wolf!"

"Blast him!!!"

"Slaughter the wolf! Invincible!! Must win!!!"

The auditorium was overcrowded, most of them came because of the wolf slaughter.

Even the referee said: "Today is Tulang's No. 40 nine-game winning streak. Once this game is completed, it will be promoted to our purple gold fighting spirit badge!"

Then there was another burst of cheers from the audience.

The referee looked at the list in his hand, straightened his body, and shouted solemnly: "Yajituo vs. Slaughtering Wolf!"

The referee added: "Pay attention, everyone. Yajituo is a newcomer. He has just registered, but his level has reached level 43, and he is still very young. He is a peerless genius. Let us look forward to his performance!"

There was booing in the auditorium, it seems that the audience did not buy tickets.

"Boy, I advise you to admit defeat and don't make unnecessary resistance." Tulang shook his head and said kindly.

"Hehe, since I'm standing here, I won't back down anymore."

Wang Xiaoming immediately released the Emperor Riding Driver, and when he picked up the Emperor Riding Driver, some people in the audience recognized it.

"Magenta devil?" A handsome man sitting on a beautiful woman's lap, embracing all kinds of beautiful women from left to right, frowned puzzled.

"Interesting and interesting, demons can play tricks too, hahaha..." The man suddenly laughed, and immediately pushed the woman on him away, his eyes became deep.

On the other side, a handsome and small man was wearing a clean blue cloth robe, which gave off a very refreshing feeling.

A head of slender black hair was tied with a blue cloth belt, hanging neatly behind his head. Although his clothes were very ordinary, they had a special temperament.

He stood there like a noble swan.

"Magenta devil, no, Emperor Qi, since you're back, I won't be polite." The man licked the corner of his mouth and smiled charmingly.

"His Royal Highness, are you alright?" the guard beside him asked hurriedly when he saw His Royal Highness who was uncharacteristically.

"I'm fine, let's go, go to the VIP room." The prince responded in a gentle manner, then glanced at Wang Xiaoming, and left quietly.

On the stage, Wang Xiaoming took out a different card and threw it into the drive.

"Kamen Ride! Agit Ω!"

A burst of huge light flashed, and the flashing Wolf Slaughter had to cover it with his hands. After the flash passed, Wang Xiaoming transformed into Kamen Rider Yajituo.

"What is this?" Tu Lang wondered, "Who are you?"

"I'm just a passing Kamen Rider, remember it!" After speaking, Wang Xiaoming rushed forward with his bare hands.

Slaughtering the wolf also releases the martial soul, which is a pair of iron knives, on which a shrunken wolf skeleton is engraved, and the wolf's skull emits a dark light, which is very impressive.

Slaughter Wolf also came up to meet him with a knife. It was too late and then quickly, the fists and the knife of the two had already collided.

Huge forces collided with each other, setting off gusts of wind. Even so, the final winner was Wang Xiaoming.

I saw Wang Xiaoming pretending to retreat, and as soon as he let go of the wolf slaughtering knife, a series of boxing techniques ushered in.

Even if Slaughter Wolf is a soul sect, his body is only stronger than ordinary people, and he is no longer weak. Wang Xiaoming's steel fist hit Slaughter Wolf with wounds all over his body, bleeding profusely.

"Just one move, just one move and beat Slaughter Wolf to the ground. Is Yajituo really a newcomer?" Seeing this, the referee couldn't help shouting.

"You...you are definitely not here for the first time." Tu Lang struggled to breathe heavily, and stood up enduring the severe pain.

"That's right, it's not my first time here. It's your misfortune to meet me." Wang Xiaoming said arrogantly, and then kicked Tu Lang.

Tu Lang was not a vegetarian either, he propped his arms on the ground and just avoided Wang Xiaoming's attack.

Seeing this, Tu Lang immediately rolled around, away from Wang Xiaoming.

"I admit defeat!" Seeing that Wang Xiaoming was about to charge again, Tu Lang was startled and hurriedly shouted.

A gust of wind blew across Tu Lang's face, and it was painful. When he opened his eyes, a khaki fist stopped in front of Tu Lang's face, and cold sweat broke out on Tu Lang's face.

"You have saved your life." Wang Xiaoming withdrew his fist.

"Congratulations to War Soul Sect Yajituo for defeating Wolf Slaughter and breaking the winning streak of Slaughtering Wolf!!!" The referee shouted loudly.

"Yajituo! Yajituo! Yajituo!!!"

"Yajituo, we must win!"

"Slaughter the wolf, pay back the money!"

The voices in the auditorium have turned into praises for Wang Xiaoming, mixed with insults for Tulang from time to time.

This is the case in the Soul Arena, and profit is the core pursuit of the audience.

Tu Lang didn't care, instead he asked Wang Xiaoming respectfully, "How can I be undefeated?"

When Wang Xiaoming heard this question, he stopped and released the transformation.

"How can it be undefeated? However, life is a process of repeated falls, injuries, and scars. If you don't temper yourself during this process, you will lose to yourself."

After Wang Xiaoming finished speaking, he left Tu Lang with a handsome back, and also brought a mysterious phantom to everyone in the audience.

(End of this chapter)