Douluo: My Martial Soul Is Too Competitive

Chapter 213
alley.

A reasonable place specially prepared for the winner of the match between the fallen and the hell killing field.

There are no problems that cannot be resolved through reasoning. If there are, then let’s explain the reasoning again.

In the alley, there are solid dark red crystals that can be seen everywhere, exuding a smell dozens of times stronger than that of Bloody Mary.

This smell is unusually pungent, hits the deepest part of the soul, and makes people have a strange feeling and high emotions.

That's right.

This is not a simple alley, this is...well, a reasonable alley.

Cheng Jinhan was used to walking in the middle of the alley, letting the group of fallen people surround him.

Cheng Jinhan looked at these people with a hungry smile, "I'm afraid you have misunderstood me. You think that if you have a large number of people, you can win?"

"Cheng Jinhan, what are you talking about? Our reasoning is not like this."

"That's right, your self-confidence is a bit too much, but we..."

Peng——

Cheng Jinhan raised his foot and kicked the man in front of him. The wind from the kick frightened the man and sat him on the ground.

"I didn't intend to talk nonsense with you. I'm not joking about my crippled feet. If you don't want to be crippled, get out now. There's still time." Cheng Jinhan said lightly.

"Who are you scaring?"

"Who doesn't know, the weakness of your crippled feet..."

bang——

boom--

Cheng Jinhan kicked the two of them away, "Weakness? Hehe, are you trying to get ass? I have such a bad foot, how dare I say I'm weak?"

The fallen ones gasped. They didn't expect that Cheng Jinhan, who was weak, could kick such a fast kick, which made them a little timid for a while.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
In the silence, Mo Wentian's applause suddenly broke out.

Mo Wentian didn't want to stand out, but this Cheng Jinhan was so interesting that he was able to train his feet.

Of course, Mo Wentian also knew that Cheng Jinhan's crippled legs were different from what he thought.

but.

When Mo Wentian heard the words "Tiancanjiao", he felt ready to move, probably because of the indelible figure of the fiery cloud god in his heart—Tiancanjiao.

Cheng Jinhan's attention, as well as the attention of the fallen, fell on Mo Wentian and Lan Xue.

Most people glanced at Mo Wentian, and then looked at Lan Xue, attracted by Lan Xue's temperament and charm.

Mo Wentian and Cheng Jinhan looked at each other, and said, "What a pair of crippled feet! However, compared with the killing field in hell, your feet are already slow."

Cheng Jinhan sneered, "Do you want to try?"

"Don't worry, listen to me."

Mo Wentian interrupted lightly, and continued: "In the killing field of hell, you kicked all nine of your opponents with their legs broken and disabled, and then you kicked them to pieces. But..."

Mo Wentian's words also attracted everyone's attention.They thought about it for a while, yes, that's what happened, exactly the same as what Mo Wentian said.

"What about the two feet just now?"

"The first kick, you didn't do it directly, but used it to scare people." Mo Wentian raised a finger, and the hearts of the others also moved, they were all mobilized by Mo Wentian's words.

"Don't you think it's funny what you're doing?" Mo Wentian said with a smile: "You are obviously capable, but you choose to warn me in this way. I'm afraid you don't have much strength, right? The battle in the killing field of hell , consumed a lot of stamina, right?"

Cheng Jinhan laughed, "Interesting, interesting, then, what about the second foot?"

Mo Wentian said indifferently: "The first kick is to shock and intimidate. The second kick will be even more obvious, so that the effect of the first shock and awe can be maximized to achieve the effect of persuasion. But..."

Cheng Jinhan answered, "But what?"

Mo Wentian replied: "It's just that the style has changed too much. As long as you calm down and you are not intimidated by you, you will think of it. I am afraid that many people present will think of it."

Before Cheng Jinhan could ask a question, some fallen ones spoke up, and they made noises one after another.

"That's right, I've seen it for a long time, you're just scaring people, you can't do it at all."

"I can also see that you are a vain young man. You are just bragging about how capable you are, but you are actually worthless."

"That's right, who do you think you can scare..."

A group of people who acted after the fact, if they really knew, it would not be Mo Wentian's turn to act.

but.

It doesn't matter, let them behave well.

Cheng Jinhan, who was about to speak, saw Mo Wentian and Lan Xue disappearing into the crowd, and couldn't help being stunned, "Hehe, we will meet again."

Cheng Jinhan grinned, the corners of his mouth hooked up, squinting at the place where Mo Wentian disappeared.

In the killing capital, it has been a long time since I met such an interesting person. "We'll meet in Hell's Killing Fields, right?"

Cheng Jinhan asked in his heart.

In fact, Cheng Jinhan also had the answer in his heart, yes, they will meet again, and it will be in the killing field of hell.

Cheng Jinhan glanced at these degenerates, and said indifferently: "As for you, a group of guys who can't see the situation clearly, it's useless to keep them, go to the shit with peace of mind--you're a damn foot!"

Cheng Jinhan's Tiancan foot kicked out, and several fallen people who were closer to him were directly disabled by him, which was completely a joke.

Others also reacted.However, they all felt that Cheng Jinhan was pretending to be mysterious.In fact, it is not that strong, it is already a candle in the wind.

Lan Xue, who came out of the alley, asked in confusion, "Brother, didn't we come to see the play? Why did we leave so soon?"

Mo Wentian replied: "Yes! I came to see the play. But if there is no play to watch and only troubles, shouldn't I go?"

Lan Xue blinked, "Trouble? Isn't it? What kind of trouble can there be?"

Mo Wentian nodded and said, "It's quite troublesome. I'm not ready to hit people with my bare hands, and I don't like the feeling of being punched to death."

Lan Xue said: "Oh. I don't like this, it would be great if I had a weapon."

Mo Wentian nodded again, "After I went back, I found a kitchen knife to try, but I just don't know if the kitchen knife here can chop people well."

Lan Xue was stunned for a moment, then seriously thought about it, and said, "This is really hard to say, brother, why don't you get used to it?"

Mo Wentian said: "It's not so fast, go home and find a few people to try and practice."

Lan Xue nodded and said, "You can have this one, I think the one named Lu Qing is relatively unbeatable."

Mo Wentian also nodded, "I think so too, let him practice with me for three days."

Lan Xue said: "Brother, I also want to practice together and beat him up together."

Mo Wentian said: "No problem, let's go together. Sister, I wanted to fight Lu Qing a long time ago, and I almost forgot. Fortunately, you reminded me."

Lan Xue smiled smugly, with eyes begging for praise, wanting Mo Wentian to praise herself.

Mo Wentian: "Sister, you are the best and cutest, okay?"

Lan Xue: "Hee hee hee, what, brother, you are also very good."

(End of this chapter)