Douluo: My Wuhun is Phoenix

Chapter 28 Absolute Defense
"Hey, isn't this the little fat guy I met the day before yesterday?"

Verna's pale blue pupils brightened obviously, as if she saw something interesting.

"Do you know her, Sister Werner?" asked the little girl beside her.

Werna chuckled, and glanced at Lena who was aside.

"Aren't you looking for the villain who scared Lina to tears last time?" Werna showed a weird expression, pointing to Fatty Ma on the stage: "No, it's this little fat man, hurry up and beat him up!"

"So it's this brat!" The eyes of the flower protectors gathered around gradually dimmed.

"How dare you bully our lovely Princess Lina, you are courting death..."

"No!" Lina on the side also heard Werna's teasing, looked at her with a pair of bright eyes, puffed up her two cheeks and said angrily: "I didn't cry, don't listen to Sister Nana's nonsense, I'm a big girl, so I won't cry!"

The little girl at the side interjected inappropriately: "But I heard from my roommates who came back the other day, Lena, you are crying so hard."

"No!" Lina stomped her feet angrily, and reached out to cover her friend's stinky mouth, "No, no, no, this lady won't cry, don't listen to Yaya's nonsense!"

"Oh…"

Werner's delicate voice uttered a strange sound, and then turned her gaze to the ring again.

……

"This little fat man and I are doomed to die together..."

Gu Du stared solemnly at all the seniors in the audience, clenched his fists again and again.

Why didn't I think of working hard on the appearance?
So what if you play well on stage?It was Ma Hongjun who said this, so is there anyone present who doesn't know him?

Even if we lost the game today, I'm afraid all the girls in the school will know this cute little fat man...

At that time, pretending to be pitiful to win sympathy, isn't that...

The more Gudu thought about it, the more he felt uncomfortable. He turned his head and said to the five brothers behind him: "Brothers, do you think I can use this way of appearance later?"

Gulla was dumbfounded.

The red-haired alpha remained silent.

Boss seems to be sick again...

"Stinky boy, you can't fight if you are riding a horse!"

Turda on the stage has always had a good temper, but at this moment, he couldn't stand it any longer. Did this little fat man come to the stage to play handsome?
"Hit, why not?" Ma Hongjun turned his head with a smile, glanced at Ding Ning and the others with sharp eyes, and said coldly: "Not only do we want to fight, but today I want to let you all know the consequences of bullying your classmates..."

"Oh..." Syl disdainfully said, "Just relying on you trash?"

"You are trash, your whole family is trash!" Frieza angrily pointed the middle finger at Silbi.

This was taught to him by Ma Hongjun last night, although he didn't know what it meant, but at the first glance he found it very hateful, so he learned it happily.

"Whether it's trash, let's compare it..." Tian Yang stopped the excited Frieza, and took two steps forward to stand side by side with Ma Hongjun.

"Well…"

Ding Ning turned his head, folded his hands together and bent towards the ring on Dean Daoer's side.

"Deans and teachers, since the people have arrived, can we start the competition?"

Douglas didn't speak, but glanced at Locke, the watchman in the audience, from the corner of his eye.

"Um…?…"

Locke understood immediately, and jumped onto the ring with all his might, standing in the middle of the two teams.

"Because this competition is an internal competition in Francis College, and it is still conducted in team mode, I announce that cold weapons other than Wuhun are not allowed in this competition. The point is over, once a student is found maliciously beating an opponent student , that will be punished with expulsion!"

Obviously, Locke was on Ma Hongjun's side, fearing that they would be beaten too hard.

"Okay, the game begins!"

Locke jumped off the ring in one step, leaving the field to the 12 people on the field.

"Brighten martial soul!"

A voice sounded.

Ding Ning and Ding Wei stood at the front at the same time, Turda and Syl stood on both sides,

Murkang stood in front of Via, and the two were in the final position.

"That's right. Victory is not arrogant. The boys like Ding Ning have a future. Even when they face opponents who are several times weaker than themselves, they still adopt the correct fighting posture."

A thinner man leaned forward slightly, and expressed his opinion to Ding Yichen and others.

"Well, it's really good." Ding Yichen nodded with a smile.

At the same time, Ding Ning and others also showed their martial spirit and spirit ring.

Except for Ding Ning who had two yellow spirit rings, the other five fortunately only had one spirit ring.

Among them, only Syl and Murkang have hundred-year-level yellow soul rings, and the remaining three are all white.

"Little Fatty, it's your turn, hurry up." Syl taunted and attacked again.

"Brothers, bright move!"

Ma Hongjun gave an order, tapped his toes lightly, and his body directly backed up to the rear.

Frieza jumped to the front, and behind him were little Arthur and Sam, standing on one left and one on the right.

Zhao Ling and Tian Yang are on the left and right sides of each station.

Frieza's spirit was actually a rhinoceros, with rough skin and thick flesh, a powerful defensive spirit with a white spirit ring.

Tian Yang and Zhao Ling have two yellow soul rings, Tian Yang's martial soul is a stick, and Zhao Ling's martial soul is an eagle.

"It turned out to be a flying martial spirit!"

The moment Zhao Ling revealed his martial spirit, even Ding Yichen was startled. You must know that flying martial spirits are rare, and the eagle is a very aggressive martial spirit.

"Zhao Ling, the martial soul is pretty good, but it's a pity that the soul power is too low..."

The teacher at the side sighed, this apprentice of his has a strong martial soul, but his soul power cultivation has always been relatively slow, he has only been in the academy for a year, and he is only at the twelfth level.

"This...is this what you call innately full of soul power, or a genius with a mutated martial soul?" Vice President Foer was stunned, and said in disbelief: "Isn't this just a poultry?"

Tia said coldly: "Sit there and take a good look, don't gossip."

Douglas didn't speak, just quietly stared at every move on the field, when he found out that Ma Hongjun's martial spirit was actually a chicken queen, he was startled for a while, and then his voice gradually sank.

"This heat is probably far more than just a poultry..."

"chicken?"

Seeing this, Syl laughed out loud.

"I thought it was some kind of powerful team, but it turned out that neither of them had reached the tenth level, they didn't even have spirit rings, and the other spirit was a chicken. Can grass chickens be used to fight?"

As Syl's words spread, the students in the audience sighed.

Although they also hated Searle and other campus bullies who bullied the small, but they were powerful and not opponents at all.

The huge gap in strength in front of them made everyone worry.

This is not a level of fighting at all!

"It's kind of interesting..." The corner of Verna's mouth cracked, revealing an imperceptible smile.

"This... the gap is too big, can that nasty little fat man win..." Lina who was on the side couldn't help but worry too.

Although she is not familiar with the people on stage, her mother taught her to be kind since she was a child.

"Boss, this little fat man's martial spirit is as good as yours!"

Hong Mao's eyes lit up, staring at the fat rooster on the stage, he couldn't help calling out his boss' martial soul.

"Get out, can this kid compare to me? I'm a mutant wolf!"

"It's still a mutant wolf, isn't it just a domestic dog..." Hongmao muttered.

"I beat you to death today!" Gu Du was trembling with anger, this guy who eats inside and out!
...

……

"on!"

Sil and Murkang took the lead in attacking.

Their spirits are a blood rat and a civet respectively.

The combination of cat and mouse, although it seems weird, but the speed is amazing.

The two attacked sideways, one left and one right.

"First Soul Skill: Tail Whip!"

"The first soul skill: Cat's Claw!"

"Good job, today I will let you know what nemesis is!"

Zhao Ling's martial soul is an eagle, which has a suppressive effect.

"The first soul skill: Goshawk spreads its wings!"

A goshawk condensed out, its wings condensed by soul power brought a golden light, waving and rushing towards Murkang's civet.

Not to be outdone, Tian Yang waved the iron rod condensed by the martial soul and attacked the blood rat, but he didn't use the soul skill.

"Hey, it's my turn!"

Ding Wei sneered, and a huge bull came out.

"The first soul skill: Iron Bull Clash!"

"coming!"

Frieza narrowed his eyes.

"First Soul Skill: Absolute Defense!"

His spirit is a rhinoceros, focusing on defense, while Frieza's first spirit ability is related to defense, condensing a rhinoceros-like defensive cover within a two-meter range around his body, thereby resisting attacks from front, back, left, and right.

Skill is a terrible defensive skill, but Frieza's own soul power is low, and he can't support the joint attack of Ding Ning and Ding Wei at all, so Sam and little Arthur hide behind him and infuse him with soul power.

"boom!"

A huge impact hit, and Ding Wei was bounced back two or three meters.

"What a strong defense!"

The soul masters on the two arenas stood up in surprise, staring at the shield condensed by Frieza.

(Someone even reminded me to make up what I owed. Today is the third watch.

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