[Wen Ye＋Douluo] Human Design Delusion

The spirit fighting arena has always been a place where spirit masters compete for spirit power and engage in spirit battles.

It was jointly founded by the seven major soul master families and is not affiliated with the two major empires and Wuhun Palace. It is equivalent to providing a "colosseum" for soul masters of various levels and forces throughout the continent.

The purpose of most soul masters who participate in this kind of battle is firstly to increase their actual combat experience, and secondly to increase their personal reputation. Once they become famous, they may be able to get an olive branch from many forces.

Almost the entire continent is crazy about the Soul Fighting Arena. Those with strong abilities will directly participate in the competition, while those with low talent will choose to become spectators. Businessmen will also come to join in the fun when seeing the crowds, causing the Soul Fighting Arena to be full every day.

As the only high-level spirit fighting arena in the main city, Noah's Spirit Fighting Arena is naturally more favored by spirit masters.

It was already dark, but the entrance to the Noah Fighting Arena was already flooded with figures.

Through the entrance, a huge spirit fighting arena comes into view. In the center is a raised circular field, with vast viewing areas on both sides, tightly surrounding the spirit fighting area, and the seats from low to high are also convenient for the audience. Tens of thousands of spectators watched the battle.

The bustling crowd lit up the lively fire, and people who bought tickets to watch filled the empty seats little by little. Even though no one showed up in the spirit fighting arena in front of them, the atmosphere was gradually getting heated.

"Take a look, there are snacks and snacks provided. You only need one gold soul coin to eat until you're full!"

"Brother, let me have a moment."

"Brother, do you still dare to come up today? Hahaha!"

The ghost was dressed in black robes and sat in the front seat, about ten meters away from the battlefield.

His dark attire was quite eye-catching among the crowd, and he looked like he was not an ordinary person. The people around him were attracted by his cold aura, and they consciously avoided him, causing the dignified Ghost Douluo to become the object of whispers among the crowd.

Gui Mei didn't care, the purpose of coming to this fighting spirit arena was just to pick up one person.

The middle-aged man who had just entered the venue looked around with his stomach raised and sat down next to the ghost.

The man glanced at the man in black robes and rubbed his hands subconsciously. Although he had no talent in cultivation, he was smart and his business relied on his eyes and mouth. It was easy to tell that the person next to him must have a good background.

I conservatively estimate that he is above the soul master. How could such a person come to the soul master's fighting arena to watch the game?

The middle-aged man pondered for a few seconds and asked, "Brother, is there anyone you like? Have you placed a bet?"

Ghostly silence.

The man was not discouraged after eating the cold plate. Instead, he introduced it enthusiastically: "After reading the notice at the door, we are very lucky. Many powerful soul masters came today, but I still bet on the little white bird!"

When talking about Little Birds, the man became more interested and even expressed a little more joy in his words.

"I rarely make mistakes. Although I have only seen him use his second soul skill, his strength is obvious to all. He is still young and has a bright future. My daughter accompanied me to watch two games and she said she was fascinated by him, haha! "

Someone teased him: "How much pressure did you put on that future son-in-law today?"

The middle-aged man raised three fingers and said, "This is the number."

"Three hundred gold soul coins!" The man took a breath of cold air, "How generous!" Three hundred gold soul coins can cover the expenses of an ordinary soul master's family of three for several years, so this move of his can definitely be considered a big deal.

It seemed that the middle-aged man was very confident in the soul master he was betting on. Combining some of the information he had revealed before, it was not difficult to guess who the little white bird was.

Under the loose black robe, the corners of the ghost's mouth turned up in an imperceptible arc.

That kid...doesn't disappoint.

The seats were full of people, which was already "overcrowded" compared to the previous one-on-one spirit fighting arena. Seeing the atmosphere rising, the person in charge immediately urged several referees to come to the ring.

A ray of light suddenly appeared on the Soul Fighting stage, hitting the host in a tuxedo.

"Good evening, fellow viewers!"

"Next, the first one-on-one spirit battle in the No. [-] Spirit Fighting Arena will take place. The two spirit masters who will appear are A Ming, a sensitive spirit master whose spirit is a civet cat. His one-on-one record is five Win a draw!"

The lights hit the corner of the ring, and A Ming greeted people's eyes with a cold face and folded arms.Her leg muscles are very well developed, and her light green pupils zoom in and out with the intensity of the light. She really looks like an unfriendly cat.

"The other one is the new star of our Noah Fighting Arena. People affectionately call him..."

"Little white bird——!"

"Little white bird——!"

Deafening.

Almost tens of thousands of people in the vast venue said that name in unison, and it reverberated through the sky. People shouted loudly at the top of their lungs, which directly ignited the whole place, and the atmosphere suddenly became heated.

The middle-aged man also shouted until his face turned red and his neck thickened. Everyone's emotions were aroused by that name.

The host spoke in an exciting tone: "Next, let me introduce this soul master to the new viewers:

The martial spirit is unknown, the age is unknown, the score so far is 18 wins, 0 draws and 0 losses. The winner of the one-on-one spirit battle in Noah's Spirit Arena is a leapfrog challenge. He is a talented offensive spirit master who should not be underestimated. His name is yes--"

"White Owl!"

Thousands of lights snipe a little.

On the other half of the ring, the much-anticipated new star finally appears!

A Ming was worried about her opponent who had stolen the audience's attention and cheers. She immediately cast a sizing gaze, but unexpectedly found that the white owl was not exactly what she had imagined.

White Owl wears a mask that covers half of his face, but you can still feel his hazy youthfulness from the exposed white jawline and soft lip line. There is a hint of smile hanging at the corner of his mouth, along with the black and white pair of eyes. There was a smile in his clear eyes.The slightly curled hair is a bit messy, lying softly in front of the forehead, blocking seven points of the eyebrows.

He has a slender figure and a youthful air about him. He wears a strange black hooded jacket with two straps of the same color hanging from the sleeves, making him look whiter and more harmless.

White owl, a white bird, no wonder we call him little white bird.

This title fits him very well, A Ming thought.

Host: "Whether the rookie A Ming can add another glory, or whether the white owl can continue his undefeated myth, let us wait and see!"

"The referee is in place, let the game begin!"

Two yellow, one purple, two yellow, five beautiful and mysterious soul rings instantly captured everyone's attention.

Gray and white cat ears sprouted from the top of A Ming's head, and her soft long tail kept her body balanced as she rushed towards the white owl. The cat's eyes made her field of vision wider.

But, what exactly is that man’s martial spirit? !

In the blink of an eye, she was in front of the white owl, and the opponent's soul ring was released, but she was unable to make a martial soul judgment.

A Ming gritted her teeth, and the second yellow soul ring suddenly lit up.

The second soul skill—Cat Claw!

The sharp long armor met the darkness, making a tooth-wrenching "sizzling" sound, and a huge tearing feeling spread from the fingertips to the palms. A Ming immediately stopped his hand, but who knew that the extremely aggressive black would follow suit? chasing her.

"boom--"

The hard ring was brutally punched with a huge crack.

Ah Ming, who barely managed to escape, almost cursed - Why is this kind of pervert who can create a big hole in the arena just a great soul master? !

With great difficulty, A Ming managed to stabilize her body and jump over the attacks that were pursuing her. She quickly turned around with her hands on the ground and saw the appearance of the martial spirit clearly.

It turned out to be the two straps on that strange clothes!

Driven by the soul power, the dark clothing material turned into two flexible giant whips, and every attack brought a strong tearing feeling.

Ah Ming's intuition was that she couldn't face the martial spirit head-on. While repeatedly jumping sideways to avoid the sharp blade-like attacks, she anxiously compared the power of the third soul skill, which made her feel more and more anxious.

What kind of martial spirit is that? !

From the beginning of the battle, he was dodging in embarrassment. Coupled with the opponent's calm and calm look on the spot, A Ming's face turned red with anger.

Especially the smile on the corner of that man's mouth became a mockery of her.

See you all.

Even though A Ming didn't want to admit it, the pressure put on her by the second-ring soul master opposite her completely suppressed her momentum.He is obviously a soul master, but he is made to look like a great soul master.

Running around, hiding like a mouse under the siege of black cloth.

"Where did you come from?!" A Ming asked angrily after his first soul attack failed one after another.

The white owl tilted its head, and spoke slowly in a voice that had not yet changed: "It's not a monster, it's a person with extraordinary talents."

"Don't fool me!"

Yuan Yi smiled and a dimple appeared on his cheek.

Six years have passed, and he is most familiar with how to provoke an opponent to draw hatred during a fight.

Because of this, we can win faster.

He walked forward step by step, and with his steps, Rashomon's attacks became more and more rapid and fierce. The black cloth was like a wild beast pushing the poor cat into the abyss, and the place where it could escape became smaller and smaller.

"boom--!"

west.

"boom--!"

south.

"boom--!"

north.

All avenues of survival are blocked, and the opponent can only follow his will to the end.

The middle-aged man sat next to the ghost and praised in a low voice: "Every time I see him use this move, I get excited!"

The ghost glanced at him and said in a hoarse voice: "Indeed, you did a good job."

"Hey, I can finally talk to you. It seems that we are all fans of Little White Bird..."

Clang!

The civet cat, desperate, used its third soul skill - scratching without hesitation.

Stab is a close-range skill that can increase the speed by [-]% within five seconds while strengthening the claws, making it more offensive.

A Ming's eyes turned red, and her sharp claws instantly approached Yuan Yi's neck. Her collar was blown open by the wind, revealing several circles of white bandages. Faced with the fierce oncoming attack, she just gently raised her "head" and moved her cat's claws four or two times. He disappeared for a few seconds, and when he reappeared, he had already deviated from the direction of the attack.

A Ming was extremely disappointed and thought that when her third soul skill was wasted, the black cloth that was originally slashing at her suddenly changed its direction and rushed straight towards her master's neck.

【Mr. Dazai! 】

A cry suddenly rang out in Yuan Yi's spiritual world.

"..." Okay.

As the master of martial arts, Yuan Yi narrowed his eyes, smiled seriously, and neatly used the bandage at hand to wrap around A Ming's neck at an extremely fast speed, and then applied force on his waist and abdomen!

A standard over-the-shoulder throw!

"When fighting..."

"Just give me a good beating, you bastard Akutagawa!"