Douluo blood duke

Chapter 23 Fighting Soul ([-])

On the high stage, the man who noticed Zhang Heng's figure and yelled so much that the audience was pointing at the ring with excitement on his face. After yelling, the next moment, a flash of red light came into his eyes from nowhere, and his back was on the verge. At this moment, an inexplicable chill rose up, as if a furry beast appeared in front of him, making him tremble all over.

But although his voice was small, it was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples, which woke up the audience who were still shocked by the thousand-year soul ring, as well as the strong men on the ring.

The strong man seemed to have sensed the audience's gaze. When he looked sideways, he saw a white afterimage flickering in the air, and the next moment a black light hit in the air. His eyes were covered by a red light, making him unable to see. Clear what is in front of you.

Seeing that his sharp claws were about to scratch the strong man's neck, Zhang Heng, who was moving at high speed, showed a smile that no one could see, but the next moment, the smile froze.

It turned out that when the world in front of him turned scarlet, the strong man simply closed his eyes. Years of experience in battles allowed him to immediately feel the fluctuations generated by Zhang Heng's sharp claws piercing the air. He turned his head to the side against the fluctuations , Zhang Heng's sharp claws only scratched the skin of his neck.

After jumping and writhing, Zhang Heng quickly turned around, glanced at the blood and flesh on the tip of his nails, flicked his fingers in disgust, turned his head to look at Zhuang who opened his eyes and was rubbing his neck to confirm that he had only suffered a little flesh injury. Han, showing a regretful expression.

If you don't look at the result of this wave of offensive, you can use two words to describe it, it is perfect.

First, using everyone's shock to the thousand-year soul ring, using the extremely fast speed plus the slowness caused by the nervous tension caused by the shock, created a situation where it disappeared instantly, causing everyone to fall into shock again.

If it wasn't for that audience, he could have gone on the offensive quietly.

But after he was discovered, he did not panic. He used the murderous aura he had deliberately cultivated with the help of Zhang Meng for many years to blind the opponent's vision and attack. Unfortunately, the first wave of discovery still made the opponent alert and caused him to react. Come over and sideways to avoid your fatal blow, otherwise this fight should be over.

"It's a pity."

Zhang Heng said with a soft sigh.

"You want to kill me."

The strong man rubbed his neck, looked at the blood on his hands, looked at Zhang Heng in great panic and mixed with anger, and said angrily, "How dare you make a death move, do you know that this is a soul fighting field? It's a soul fighting competition."

The strong man was very panicked. If he hadn't reacted just now, he would have collapsed while clutching his neck.

Zhang Heng looked at him and frowned. He knew that he was in a soul fighting arena, and he was in a soul fighting competition. Also use all your strength, if launching an attack can't make the opponent lose the fighting ability in the first place, then don't launch such an attack, because it is meaningless.

He frowned not because he thought there was something wrong with his attack intentions, but because he didn't think enough about it, so that the other party could still stand and talk.

"If you are afraid, surrender, I will not hold back."

Looking at the strong man, Zhang Heng said indifferently.

"what."

The strong man's face was dull, and he looked at him and asked incomprehensibly.

Zhang Heng took a deep breath and said indifferently: "Uncle Meng said that every attack may be the last shot in this life. Once you make a shot, there is no room for retreat, so if you don't surrender, you may have to lie down." Go out, I will not show mercy."

The strong man understood Zhang Heng's meaning, and he looked at Zhang Heng angrily with trembling body.

"Crazy, you're a crazy."

In the competition of the soul fighting field, there are actually many players like Zhang Heng who aim to kill their opponents, so why are they still able to compete, because the soul fighting field only stipulates that if there is a death in the competition? event, the winning party cannot get the rewards it deserves.

This rule is a huge rule for those players who make a living by fighting spirits, but for Zhang Heng... hehe.

And if it's a normal game, a strong man will choose to surrender when he meets this kind of person. After all, this kind of guy will not abide by the rules, and even if he wins, he may pay the price of serious injury. Go to the corresponding money, but compared with life, that little money is really not important.

However, the strong man can't quit now, because before the start of the game, he invested all his assets in the black casino. Generally speaking, the players in the ring are not allowed to participate in the game to gamble, but the black casino allows players to bet on themselves Win, and he thought that he would win this game, so he not only bet all his wealth, but also borrowed a lot of debt.

Now he has a wolf in the front and a tiger in the back, and he has been driven to a dead end, with no way out.

Now he can only pray that Zhang Heng will give up the game with a twitch and let him win.

But it is basically impossible. If Zhang Heng knew that he was involved in gambling, not only would he kill him, but he would do his best, because he hated others looking down on him the most.

So, cherish life and stay away from spinach.

Turning his gaze back to the arena, the strong man took a few deep breaths, looked at Zhang Heng who was only about ten meters away from him with fierce eyes, and said angrily, "Okay, since you don't plan to keep your hand, you can Don’t blame me for hacking you to death, just die, ahhh!!!”

After finishing speaking, he raised his heavy ax and rushed towards Zhang Heng. Zhang Heng looked at him with a blank expression. Now he has three choices, one is to go backwards and look for the next chance to kill. This is quite simple for him , because the opponent is really too good, a way to use his extremely fast speed to lure the strong man to attack him, and then easily defeat the opponent when the opponent is weak.

It can be said that no matter which method he uses, he will win, but that is too boring, so he chooses the third method, a real man, head-to-head.

His red eyes flashed, and he looked at the strong man who was already five meters away from him. He stretched out his arms, palms up, a drop of dark red liquid emerged from his palm, and the soul ring beside him flickered.

The dark red liquid in his hand turned into four dark red beams and shot into the strong man's body, and within a moment it came out again and returned to Zhang Heng's palm.

Zhang Heng clenched his fist and sucked the slightly enlarged dark red liquid into his body. He felt the warm soul power in his palm.

At the same time, when the strong man saw Zhang Heng launching a soul skill attack, he slowed down, but he didn't expect Zhang Heng's attack to come and go quickly, and it seemed that his body had lost a little bit of soul power. , and suffered no harm.

After understanding this, the strong man's eyes lit up fiercely, and he walked up to Zhang Heng who was standing still in a few steps, and he swung down with the ax under his weight. The force was so great that even the air produced slight fluctuations visible to the naked eye due to the fall of the ax .

The audience looked at Zhang Heng, who was motionless under the axe, some stared wide-eyed, some covered their mouths, and some screamed to express their expectations, fears, and excitement.

But it disappointed the audience who were expecting Zhang Heng to show his tragedy.

When the ax was about to fall on Zhang Heng's head, Zhang Heng pinched it, turned sideways and let the ax fall against his body, chopped the ground, smashed the floor tiles, the ax blade sank into the ground, and then Zhang Heng stepped on it with one foot. On the back of the axe, he jumped up, turned around in the air, pulled out his long legs like a whip, directly deformed the stunned face of the strong man, and let him fly out.

After the strong man fell to the ground, he gathered another drop of dark red liquid, converted 5.00% of the blood from the strong man's body into soul power again, and drew it out.

The strong man only felt that the soul power in his body suddenly increased, but suddenly decreased, a sense of dizziness rose in his mind, he struggled to get up from the ground, exhausted, and the pain made him ignore the pain in his head for the first time. dizziness.

He mobilized his soul power again, summoned his martial soul, and yelled at Zhang Heng, who had landed five meters away and hadn't turned around. Then the yellow soul ring beside him flickered, and he held up the ax and threw it forward. .

The heavy ax turned and flew out quickly like a short and light flying axe.

This is the last trump card of the brawny man. His first soul skill throwing ax was originally not suitable for his heavy ax throwing soul skill, but he is now using it for a sneak attack. The speed of the ax approaching, and the attack power of the ax itself, But those viewers who don't want Zhang Henghao feel hopeful again.

However, they and the strong man underestimated the impact of 100% blood on the human body. If the blood in the strong man's body is still [-]% before, then Zhang Heng may need to dodge the ax he throws, but it is [-]% less. Ten-tenths of the blood, let alone the strength, just the accuracy of the head. Before Zhang Heng turned his head, he heard the wind sound of the ax turning behind his ears, and he knew that the ax was crooked outrageously.

Sure enough, after the ax flew two or three meters, the ax that was aimed at Zhang Heng's back suddenly changed its course and flew towards the open space one meter to the right of Zhang Heng, and flew another meter before falling to the ground and disappearing. not see.

Looking at the place where his ax landed, the strong man stared wide-eyed, feeling a little mad in his heart.

But before he could show any emotions, Zhang Heng had already appeared in front of his eyes, a fist the size of a steamed bun landed on his eye socket, and at the same time there was a stabbing pain in his abdomen, not only that, the next moment, His crotch was hit from bottom to top by a force of gravity, and the severe pain made him wake up instantly, and the dizziness dispelled instantly.

But this lucidity only lasted for two seconds. The next moment, the world in his eyes gradually dimmed, and finally returned to complete blackness.

When the strong man fell straight down, Zhang Heng retracted his raised foot, and the soul ring beside him stopped flickering, and the bright red liquid gathered in the center of the palm he retracted after he swung his fist just now also dissipated.

He took out a handkerchief, and carefully wiped the ninja's disgust from the fingers that had pierced the strong man's abdomen several times, thinking to himself: "I will be a pig if I stab someone's abdomen with my fingers again."

Because he couldn't wipe off the blood, he simply gave up. When he threw out the blood-stained handkerchief and slowly dropped it to cover the strong man's head, the host on the high platform also breathed heavily. As if waking up from a big dream, he gasped and shouted.

"The winner of the match."

"The Scarlet Duke."

(End of this chapter)