Douluo: I have countless clones

Chapter 52 Chief, that's it?
"Return? Tyrant's Fist!" Zhao Xiaoxiong had a premonition of the magma following behind him, and his hands approached his waist, concentrating his strength, gathering the soul power in his body, and unleashed an unprecedented blow.

Punch out!

With his fist as the center, there was a fierce fist wind whistling, and the magma churned and churned, but it was firmly suppressed, and the broken stone could not continue to fall, and fell into the ring.

Zhao Xiaoxiong landed on the ring, tapped his toes, and shot at Yan.

The storm that belonged to the bloodthirsty tyrant bear was fully demonstrated at this moment.

A fierce bear digs out its heart, a tyrant beats its lungs, a bloodthirsty rage, invincible raging fists, bombardments, afterimages, and Zhao Xiaoxiong's iconic cry!

boom!
The flame armor that Yan resisted in front of him shattered, and burst into the ring from the previous crack.

"good chance!"

Zhao Xiaoxiong thought secretly, the second soul ring on his body opened, and the tyrant's fist hit Yan's face.

slap~
Being caught, the arm wrapped in flaming soil directly caught Zhao Xiaoxiong's attack, but the wrapped flaming soil was shattering and soon scattered, it was Yan who forcibly received Zhao Xiaoxiong's attack.

"I want to beat you, it's impossible to lose again, do you know what I'm facing?" Steam spit out from the corner of Yan's mouth, and the streaks of flames on his body became more obvious.

After the last blow, Yan has a better understanding of his own martial spirit. He is trying to create his own soul skills, and he wants to defeat Zhao Xiaoxiong with a powerful move.

For him, losing to a soul master is a shame!

"I don't care what you face, I have the obsession in my heart, no one can beat me!" Zhao Xiaoxiong jumped back and rolled, avoiding the pouring magma column.

Ziji magic pupil opened, extremely serious, he wants to use that trick!

"Soul skill, fist!"

This is his self-created soul technique, ordinary, a single punch, but with extremely powerful fluctuations in soul power, at that moment, there was a white light in Zhao Xiaoxiong's fist wind.

"Lord of Flame, flame jet!" Yan held his right hand with his left hand, his face was almost crazy, and he used his initial soul skills to fight.

The terrifying flames are vented in the arena, and the fist wind comes into contact with it!
As soon as the soul skills of the two appeared, the audience fell silent immediately, and the two of them stared at the ring with their eyes fixed on each other, as countless grass and mud horses rushed past in their hearts.

What's this?Or Soul Venerable?Or Soul Sect?How can there be such a soul master and soul sect, or a low-level soul master?
"Zhao Xiaoxiong secretly practicing soul skills!" Luo Ye was extremely surprised, and stood up from the sofa. He was shocked, Zhao Xiaoxiong still had this hole card, when did he have this self-created soul skill?

"Is this a soul skill? Why is there no movement from the soul ring?" Cui Ning was puzzled, the battle between the two was colliding fiercely and could end at any time.

"It's a self-created soul skill, and has nothing to do with the soul ring."

Luo Ye calmed down a lot, and explained: "Self-created soul skills are soul skills created by yourself. You can see that it is just an ordinary move. In fact, the attached increase is very large, and only moves with increase can be called self-created soul skills. technology."

Ren Zhi replied. "Ordinary attacks without boosts are not self-created soul skills?"

"That's right, you can see that the moves of the two of them far exceed the power of the soul ring and soul skills. You can see that they have increased power, and they are also very powerful!"

Luo Ye worried: "However, the losing party may be seriously injured."

Unleashing the soul skills with all their strength, the party that couldn't support it was defeated, and the attack with all the soul power attached to it hit itself, which was too terrifying.

The three people in the waiting room looked at the ring, but it was of no avail. They could only pray that the teachers outside the arena could find out and stop them in time, otherwise any injury to any party would be a loss to the academy.

After a while of confrontation, Zhao Xiaoxiong gradually came to the upper hand, the next moment, Yan was paralyzed, his face was ashen, he couldn't hold on anymore, the self-created soul skills could not be truly controlled by him.

Seeing that the attack pushed by Zhao Xiaoxiong was about to hit him, a black shadow flashed, and a vortex stood in front of Yan, devouring that force!

"Wow~"

There was an uproar in the audience, and someone intervened.

who is it?Is it the teacher or the dean of the college, why is there no one in the arena?
"This is...?" Luo Ye frowned. The black vortex reminded him of ghosts, Bibi Dong's right-hand man and the bodyguard protecting Hu Liena.

To be able to use such a weird trick, besides him, there is another one in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, but that one cannot come here, nor can he protect Yan.

Luo Ye didn't know whether anyone else could use this move, he only knew that there were people watching by his side, protecting the three of Hu Liena all the time.

And this soul fighting competition, there is no doubt that Zhao Xiaoxiong won.

Yan was defeated and lost again.

After the host announced the winner, Zhao Xiaoxiong raised his hands with difficulty, he won, leapfrogged the challenge, and proved himself once again!
"Winning, it's still very difficult. If Yan's self-created soul skills are more familiar, Zhao Xiaoxiong will not be in this situation." Luo Ye sighed.

Yan is also worthy of being the golden generation of Wuhundian, and he really has some skills.

"It's your turn for the next round. Be careful not to damage the ring." Cui Ning let go of Luo Ye's arms and instructed.

Luo Ye rolled her eyes again and again, she's not a saboteur, what about smashing the ring, the ring is already broken, plus it's shoddy, being knocked down can only mean garbage, it has nothing to do with me, Luo Ye.

He thought so in his heart, but he still said perfunctorily: "Yes, yes, I know, I will pay attention."

Walking out of the waiting room and going to the ring, Luo Ye saw Zhao Xiaoxiong who was returning to the waiting room, with the corners of his mouth raised, smiling vaguely, staring at him closely.

Zhao Xiaoxiong raised his chest and looked up, without feeling embarrassed, and walked towards the lounge with arrogance.

However, when Luo Ye went to the ring, listening to the roar from the audience, the host announced that Luo Ye's opponent surrendered and abstained, and went directly to the semi-finals.

What the hell are you going to do, you have to surrender eight times and four times, so you just give up when you finally come here?

Luo Ye snorted, disdainful.

Surrendering before the fight has started is rubbish.

No, it's more rubbish than rubbish, not even as good as rubbish!
At least the garbage can be recycled, he doesn't even have the value of recycling!

Luo Ye turned around and wanted to leave the ring.

However, the host stopped Luo Ye and explained into the microphone.

"Because Luo Ye's opponent abstained, Liu Weihao played against Wu Qin in the fourth game. Wu Qin voluntarily surrendered and abstained. Therefore, the fifth semi-final, between Luo Ye and Liu Weihao, will take place in 3 minutes."

Such an explanation is clear.

It was Liu Weihao who wanted to fight Luo Ye, that's why they made them surrender.

"Liu Weihao... the chief of the fifth grade?" Luo Ye thought quickly, recalling that the chief of the fifth grade seemed to be called by this name, and it was Nangongtian who told the four of them.

It seems that this Liu Weihao is quite powerful, he is a level 48 weapon soul master, and he is expected to break through to level [-] before graduating from fifth grade, becoming the only student who became a soul king before graduation.

"Seventh level, there is a head." Luo Ye licked his lips, it's not like he hasn't fought with a high-level soul master Soul Zong, so why come to give him the head too early.

Luo Ye once fought life-and-death battles with many 47th-level and eighth-level soul masters in the Great Soul Fighting Field, and also knocked to death a high-level soul sect. It was very cruel, countless times more cruel than the college's soul fighting.

Here we come, Liu Weihao, the chief of the fifth grade.

Dressed in luxurious clothes, with a light smile and a confident face, he came to the ring slowly. As soon as he appeared, screams came and went.

This is the treatment of the fifth grade chief?
"Laugh, you will cry later." Luo Ye looked at Liu Weihao who was not far away, feeling very upset, and she didn't know whether it was from her heart or her personality, she felt like vomiting when she saw that guy's every move.

It feels contrived, and it is obvious that you can speak concisely and conduct the competition quickly, but you have to be slow and interact with the students in the auditorium.

If you want to interact, can't you be offline?Who is disgusting here?You are a big idiot.

Damn, waste of time!

"It's over." Luo Ye said with a cold face.

"Why is it late?" Liu Weihao looked directly at Luo Ye with a smile, and said again: "It is indeed over, we can start, don't worry, I will take it easy."

"Easy?" Luo Ye shook his right hand, and the soul-breaking stick was already in his hand, "Then I thank your whole family."

He's swearing, he's absolutely swearing.

Liu Weihao's expression froze, not as natural as before, he heard that there was something in Luo Ye's words, he was scolding him
"My spirit is also a stick, but my spirit power is seven levels higher than yours, do you think you have a chance of winning?" Liu Weihao also summoned his own spirit hall.

It is a blue stick with a carved body and a big boa constrictor.

"My python stick weighs four hundred catties, and the soul power attached to it can reach a thousand catties, so you have no chance of winning!" Liu Weihao has a crazy reason, the python stick in his hand is not useless.

"You are so confident, you are here to beat me! Don't let me despise you." Luo Ye was very upset. How can you compare with me with a [-]-jin stick?
You have never seen a real Big Mac!
Liu Weihao snorted, and didn't think too much, quietly waiting for the referee to announce the start of the game.

After 2 minutes, when everything is ready, the soul fight begins!

The two activated their spirits at the same time, and four spirit rings floated on their bodies, one yellow, one yellow, purple, one purple, and one purple black. They were so low-key, simple and unpretentious, and you were a little worse than the spirit rings.

"It's just the color of the soul ring, if you want to use it, use the martial soul to compare it!"

Liu Weihao thought that he was inferior to Luo Ye in the aspect of the soul ring, so he used the first soul skill to shoot at Luo Ye, in order to win in a short time and let everyone know that he was the only one in the academy who knew how to play sticks.

"Comparing strength, I've never been afraid of anyone!" Luo Ye used the first soul skill and the second soul skill Fuyan, and the power of the soul-breaking stick increased again.

Clang!

The two sticks collided with great disparity in strength, and one blow was judged as strong or weak. Luo Ye's soul-breaking stick directly sent Liu Weihao's martial soul flying, and he himself flew backwards.

The first soul skill is used, the second soul skill is attached to the rock, and the weight of itself reaches the level of [-] catties. Among the same level, it is already invincible in terms of strength!

"Wow~"

This blow confrontation shocked the audience, what did they see?The chief of the fifth grade was sent flying, and the martial soul in his hand was also sent flying. How big is the disparity in strength?

"How come, he is Liu Weihao!"

"The head of the grade is so weak?"

"Impossible, how can a child's strength be so huge, he must be on drugs!"

……

Discussion, noise, spread in the auditorium.

However, this was not the most shocking. Then Luo Ye took the initiative to attack, and only then did he explain what all-round suppression is.

Comparing strength, you can't even catch me, comparing speed, I have ghosts, and comparing hole cards, do you have hole cards?
Luo Ye didn't give Liu Weihao a chance at all, I will attack if you hold the martial soul, and I will use the soul skill if you use the soul skill, your martial soul is powerful?

I usually weigh more than [-] catties with a stick, so I'm still afraid of your soul skills?

As long as you don't hit me, I can play you to death!

What?Are you going to sneak attack?
I'm sorry, I have ghost shadows, I dodged when you swung the python stick, even if I didn't realize it, Ziji Demon Eyes would have seen through your little thoughts long ago.

I have countless chances to receive your soul skills, but you can only accept it once!
You can't beat me, I say, and God can't help you!
Luo Ye was playing Liu Weihao, but he didn't directly defeat him, whoever told him to pretend to be aggressive, even pretended to be on his head.

And when Liu Weihao no longer had the strength to raise his martial soul, Luo Ye showed his power and hit his body with a blow, he flew upside down, groaned, and fell to the bottom of the ring.

"Chief, is that all?"

He said it in a flat and disdainful tone on the ring, and everyone kept their eyes on it. They couldn't believe that with such a huge gap in soul power, Liu Weihao at level 48 was actually defeated. The defeat was miserable!

(End of this chapter)