Douluo: My Martial Soul Is Too Competitive

Chapter 212 Experience Life
After witnessing the game in the killing fields of hell, there is no way to quickly adapt.

Murderous, bloody, creepy battlefield.

No matter which aspect, it should not be underestimated or lost.

Hell Slaughtering Fields is not a friendly match, let me tell you about a martial arts match.

In the Hell Slaughtering Fields, it was like a prisoner beast fighting. Ten people competed in a match, and only one person could come out alive.

There are even fallen ones who are eager to watch, watching from the audience.They'll pop out like clowns after you've worked your way through the hell out of the killing fields.At that time, who is the real clown?

Conan, what do you think?
If you win the game in the hell killing field and lose your life, it is not considered a win.

Moreover, even if you win these fallen ones, in this sin paradise, not only the fallen ones will attack you, but other people may also stab you in the back.

It is conceivable that no matter how adaptable you are, it is impossible for you to participate in the killing field of hell under the wind and dust, and then not be attacked, unless you are a person with the aura of the protagonist and great luck.

Mo Wentian shook his head, and thought to himself: "I'm not the third brother. I don't have the protagonist's halo bonus, so don't learn from him. I will compete as soon as I come to the hell killing field. Such behavior is undoubtedly the same as lighting a lantern in a hut." There is no difference, I still prefer salted fish."

For newcomers, not to mention the ability to adapt to the environment, this hell killing field has already brought Tang San the nauseating feeling of wanting to vomit, and it is not mentioned once.

Mo Wentian doesn't want to be compared with Tang San. Comparing with the protagonist will only make you feel inferior.

Moreover, the Slaughter King is Tang San's grandfather, just based on this alone, he is no longer comparable to him.

but.

Mo Wentian thought about it thoughtfully, but Lan Xue stretched her waist and said, "Brother, I'm almost used to the environment here. Do you want us to participate in the Hell Slaughtering Field competition?"

Mo Wentian refused without even thinking about it, "Impossible. Sister, you should let go of this idea. If you have nothing to do, you can eat. As a cook in the cooking world, there is nothing that is just a meal." Meals can't solve it, if there is... then two meals."

Lan Xue gave a thumbs up, "Brother, you still understand me."

Mo Wentian rolled his eyes in his heart, he was afraid he was a foodie, I knew your brother, but I still didn't understand well.

"Don't think about the competition anymore. I don't plan to participate so soon, it's still early, don't worry."

Lan Xue was puzzled by Mo Wentian's indifferent words, "Why? Why are you not in a hurry?"

Mo Wentian said: "First understand, do a physical examination, how it feels to be a fallen person, and look at things from a different angle."

Lan Xue: "So?"

Mo Wentian: "So, we're going to be a fallen man, come with everyone, and bully those who won the game. In this way, we also know ourselves and our enemies."

Lan Xue understood in seconds, "I understand. Role-play!"

Mo Wentian snapped his fingers, "Bingo. That's right, it's role-playing. My sister is so smart, she can understand it at a glance. Admiration, admiration."

Lan Xue said indifferently: "Stop being so talkative, bro. I'm your sister, you don't have any special thoughts, right? I..."

As she spoke, she clasped her arms empty, fearing that Mo Wentian would do something to her, with an aggrieved look.

Don't you ask Tianyi the black line on his forehead? Isn't he just admiring a few words, so he needs to be on guard with an aggrieved face?
Besides, how could I be interested in you, I'm not a goldfish guy... At least, it will take two years... No, it's one year, one year later.

cough!
Who knows what will happen a year from now?

Mo Wentian was active in his heart, and he said without changing his face: "There is no such thing, don't think too much. Alright, come with me, let's meet the winner for a while."

Lan Xue stood up and said weakly, "Brother, I'm afraid."

Mo Wentian didn't turn his head back, and said while walking, "If you are afraid, then don't follow, go home and wait for me."

Lan Xue followed, and said weakly, "Let me go back alone, I'm even more afraid. Brother, it's not like you don't know that these people always look at others with that tone in their eyes."

Mo Wentian is not a considerate person, he directly asked: "What tune?"

Lan Xue was helpless, "It's that one, that tune."

Mo Wentian was puzzled and said, "I don't know what you want to say, so can't you just point it out?"

Lan Xue said angrily, "That's the one, that one!"

Mo Wentian was still puzzled, "It's not louder, I mean more direct. I'm not deaf, so you don't have to shout so loud, I'm sorry."

Lan Xue: "..." I want to be quiet, don't ask me who is Jing Jing, where is she, I just want to be quiet.

Mo Wentian and Lan Xuexiang were expelled from the hell killing field, and many people came out like them.These people were walking in the same direction, and Mo Wentian and Lan Xue were just one of them.They plugged one door at a time, and only the winner who stepped out of the door would be surrounded by them.

Don't ask me what I'm doing around here, I want to know too!
Mo Wentian and Lan Xue followed them and surrounded the winner. The opponent was a middle-aged man who didn't look weak.

but.

There are many people on our side, so we are not afraid of him.

"Cheng Jinhan, are you going to reason with us in the alley, or should we take you there to reason?"

This Cheng Jinhan is the middle-aged uncle, the victor. The people on our side are very stubborn, and we just ask him to go to the alley to reason.

Cheng Jinhan glanced at the person who spoke, "You have to be reasonable, right? I'm afraid you have found the wrong person. However, I like to be reasonable, so come with me."

Cheng Jinhan took the initiative to take the lead, which made some fallen people feel guilty. There was one next to Mo Wentian, and Mo Wentian asked him, "Are you not together? Are you going back now?"

The other party shook his head and said, "No. Cheng Jinhan took the initiative to reason, which means that he still has the strength to reason, so I won't participate."

Mo Wentian nodded, "It seems to make sense, but I still want to see it."

The other party was taken aback, and persuaded, "New here? I advise you, it's better not to join in the fun, reasoning will kill people."

Mo Wentian waved his hands and thanked: "It's okay, I'll just take a look. There will be no problem, I still have to thank you, thank you."

The other party shook his head and didn't say anything more. In his opinion, Mo Wentian was just a passerby, and it was already very kind to persuade him.

Of course, it's for Lan Xue's sake, otherwise, he wouldn't pay attention to Mo Wentian, Lan Xue is really pretty, if possible...

Neither Mo Wentian nor Lan Xue knew that this well-meaning passer-by was actually full of bad things in his heart, and he was not as good a person as he appeared on the surface.

Soon, Mo Wentian and Lan Xue followed everyone into an alley with a strange atmosphere and a foul smell.

Mo Wentian suspected that this alley was specially prepared for them, but Mo Wentian had no proof.

(End of this chapter)