Douluo's giant

The finals would start after two o'clock in the afternoon, so after Hao Heng stepped down, he found Hu Liena and had lunch with them.

Fortunately, Hu Liena was clever and asked Xie Yue to go back to the dormitory and get a new set of clothes after Hao Heng's clothes were blown up. Otherwise, Hao Heng really didn't know what to do.

They ate and drank in the restaurant, but in the Academic Affairs Office of the college, someone was unhappy.

"Waste, waste, waste!"

Wu Yuanfei crushed the water glass in his hand into pieces and said angrily.

Director Jin and his assistant, the young man, hugged each other and huddled in the corner.

The long-legged purple-haired girl in cheongsam leaning against the wall had her charming eyes slightly raised as she sipped water, leaving a light lipstick on the water glass. She looked at Wu Yuanfei and smiled and said: "Why do you need to be like this, sir? That Wuhan Iron and Steel Co., Ltd. is just a soul." Zong is still an outsider, so if he loses, he loses. Is it worth being so angry?"

Wu Yuanfei turned his head and looked over, his eyes softened slightly, but there was still a bit of anger in his tone, and he asked: "Are you sure you can deal with that kid?"

The girl put the water glass on the table, covered her mouth and smiled softly, her eyes curved into the shape of a crescent moon, charming and seductive, and said softly: "This junior is indeed a freak. So far, not to mention soul skills, he doesn't even have a martial soul. It has been revealed that according to his duel with Wuhan Steel, his power is comparable to that of a newly promoted attack-type soul king, and his defensive ability has reached the top-level soul king and may even exceed it. As for his speed, it is not slow, but it should be faster than the agility-attack soul king. He is slow, and he also has the power of thunder. He is really a scary guy. If he hadn't offended you and invited him into the team, I'm afraid our team would have been able to push through this competition."

"I didn't ask you to praise him!"

Wu Yuanfei slapped the table and said sharply.

The girl was not annoyed and said with a smile: "Sir, don't worry? Although that junior is a freak, it's a pity that he is still young. Although his martial spirit has not been revealed yet, judging from his body, he is probably also powerful. The possibility is high, it is impossible to be faster than me who can compare with the top soul king, and my attack method does not require close range, he can't hit me, but I can torture him, therefore, I will win in the afternoon Of."

The girl fanned her feather fan lightly, with a cold light in her eyes, and said confidently.

Wu Yuanfei stared at this guy and did not refute her, but he still felt uneasy in his heart. It was true that the strength Hao Heng had shown in the past few days was too abnormal. Before the results were obtained, he could not trust anyone, so he thought After some time, he took out something from behind and handed it to the girl.

After seeing clearly what he handed over, the girl's eyes lit up.

In the afternoon, when the sun moves to the west.

The Soul Fighting Arena is open, and people are gathering quickly.

Hao Heng yawned and headed to the player lounge.

After a hearty meal at noon, he slept for a while, but was woken up by Hu Liena before he woke up.

He is holding back a lot of anger now.

Open the door and look inside.

There was no one there, and then I thought about it, there were only three left, and they were probably all waiting at the entrance.

After closing the door, he walked toward the entrance.

Sure enough, the coquettish purple-haired girl and the naughty red-haired child were waiting there.

When Hao Heng came over, they both looked over with a smile. Hao Heng smiled politely at them.

Seeing Hao Heng like this, the smiles on the faces of the two people deepened.

After a while, the emcee informed them to come on stage and draw lots. Since there were only three people left, one of them would get a bye.

Unfortunately for Hao Heng, he didn't get a bye. His opponent was the cheongsam girl, I think her name was Ling.

After the lottery was drawn, the emcee took the lottery box and ran away in an instant, and the red-haired child also jumped towards the entrance of the competition.

This time, even the referee did not want to go on stage. He stood on the stage with his face wrapped in gauze and shouted inarticulately: "The game begins." The noise in the audience gradually decreased, and the venue slowly became quiet. Coming down, tens of thousands of eyes focused on the two people on the ring.

At this moment, the world focused on them.

Hao Heng touched his big belly and said with a smile: "Miss, do you want to take action first?"

Ling was stunned for a moment, covered her face with a feather fan, and said with a chuckle: "You're welcome, sister."

After saying that, she turned around, and a ray of purple-red glow spread out behind her, draping down from her neck. It was a cloak woven with purple-red gradient feathers.

Ling grabbed the cloak with one hand and the feather fan with the other. He bent his eyes, turned around, flicked the fan, and three streams of light flew out from the fan and shot towards Hao Heng.

The three streams of light were so fast that Hao Heng could not clearly see his opponent's attack moves for the first time. Although he had a chance to dodge, when the stream of light flew out of the feather fan, he did not dodge.

He just stood there, watching three streams of light pierce into his stomach.

Hao Heng's expression changed. Before the streamer hit him, he was still smiling. But after the streamer hit him, the feeling in his stomach made his face darken.

He reached out and touched his stomach. When he looked at his hand, he saw blood red. Although it was just a skin injury, this was the first time he had been injured, so it was worth remembering.

Hao Heng rubbed his fingers and kneaded the blood into powder particles, then put away the calmness on his face and looked at his opponent seriously.

"Oh! I'm so sorry for hurting you, little brother."

Ling chuckled, and then threw a few more streams of light.

Hao Heng did not dare to be careless this time. He stepped backwards, and his chubby body actually performed extremely difficult gymnastic movements. He lowered his waist, turned around, and somersaulted. After a series of movements to avoid the stream of light, he looked up and his face turned pale.

Ling jumped into the air at this time, her body turned rapidly, and several streams of light flew out from her body, like bullets, shooting towards the place where he was, covering all directions.

Moreover, what made Hao Heng's heart palpitate even more was that there was a fifth-round soul ring beside her, which was yellow, yellow, purple, purple and black.

Hao Heng moved quickly to dodge the streaks of light. Every stream of light fell on the ground and shot through a hole, which showed how powerful the penetrating power of the streamer was.

After more than ten seconds, the feather fell down. Seeing that Hao Heng was unharmed, but slightly out of breath, she frowned and asked with a sneer.

"Little brother, why don't you summon the martial spirit? If you don't summon the martial spirit, something big will happen, and your life will be at risk!"

Hao Heng steadied his breathing and chuckled: "Sister, I can still cum a few more times, I can still withstand it."

"Hmph, I'll do it then!"

Ling hummed softly and moved forward, chasing Hao Heng. She was faster than Hao Heng and her reaction was quicker. If Hao Heng advanced, she would retreat. When Hao Heng retreated, she would move forward, keeping pace with Hao Heng. Holding one, the streamer was just within reach, and Hao Heng couldn't touch her at all.

The serious consequences of Hao Heng's body not obeying the command came. After escaping the first five waves of attacks, he felt that his body began to lose control, because every time he needed to adjust his body to the extreme, his mental power was exhausted. So fast that if you want to lift your feet now, you have to give the order a second before.

From that moment on, he never dodged once, catching all the flowing light, and he simply stopped dodging. He stayed where he was, blocking a few key places with his arms, and allowed her to attack the rest of the places. It was also a skin injury. For this kind of injury, if he lay down and took a nap, it would be healed in less than three seconds. He could relax and let his head rest.

Taking some time, he also saw clearly what the stream of light that attacked him was. After looking at it several times, he saw clearly that it was feathers that were sharper than daggers.

In the eyes of outsiders, his clothes were beaten to pieces and he was bleeding all over his body. He was already weak and had no place to fight back. His defeat was only a matter of time.