Douluo: random item drop

At the Soul King level, this brat can really speak.

"I told you not to be too ambitious. Didn't I tell you this morning? Soul King level, don't you know what kind of strength that is?" Yuwan naturally didn't believe Zhengyang's words. It wasn't just her who didn't believe it. No one would believe it.

A soul master at the soul king level can face a thousand-year-old soul beast alone without defeat. Not to mention Zhengyang, even third-year students dare not say such words. As for what he said, what he said was reduced to A blow?What it is?

Zhengyang also knew that his credibility was zero, so he shrugged indifferently without explaining. As long as he doesn't fight you, those students will be able to handle it easily and easily!

"Teacher Yuwan's teaching is right, how about you arrange for me to play next time?"

"Are you coming on stage?" Yu Wan was surprised.

Is this the same Zhengyang who secretly discussed with himself that he would be exempted from the competition?Could it be that he is possessed by a spirit beast?

"Yes, I'll play."

Seeing that Zhengyang's words didn't seem to be showing off, Yuwan thought for a while and agreed.

"Okay, let's see how you perform."

...

"Next round, Zhengyang and Zhao Xiong."

Zhao Xiong was stunned when he heard this, and hurriedly said: "Teacher, wasn't I competing with Zhao Xin? Why was there a temporary substitution?"

"There is no reason, either admit defeat or start." Yuwan replied domineeringly.

The students around were surprised, Zhengyang?Isn't it the new student?I'm late for class and late for afternoon assembly, but the teacher isn't angry at all!

"Hey brother, if you're scared, can I give you a hand?"

Zhengyang's smiling look made Zhao Xiong feel angry.

"I'm afraid?! I'm afraid you're too weak and I can't help but beat you!"

Zhao Xiong waved his fist and rushed straight towards Zhengyang.

Zhengyang frowned, this kind of speed is probably not even [-]% of Xiao Wu's, right? !

Easily dodging the fist, Zhengyang tripped, and Zhao Xiong was thrown into the mud with this momentum.

"Bah, bah, bah." After spitting out the dirt in his mouth, Zhao Xiong clenched his fists and rushed over again.

"Come on, you're like a turtle! Don't tell me, you look quite similar!"

Zhao Xiong's little fat face hasn't opened yet, and his eyes, eyebrows, and nose are all bunched together. If you look closely, he really looks like a turtle.

Zhao Xiong hates being given nicknames by others, especially the word "turtle". Many students in the class have been taught a lesson by him because of nicknames.

Now that his most hated nickname was mentioned again, the anger in his heart reached its peak.

"Go to hell!"

"The first soul skill, force palm!"

When Zhao Xiong released the Stone Armored Bear Martial Spirit, the surrounding students let out a cry of surprise.

"Zhao Xiong is already a soul master! The soul ring attached to the Shijia Xiong Wuhun is a century-old soul ring!"

"Didn't he have a ninth-level soul power when he entered school? We all saw it!"

Yu Wan bit her lip and recorded in her notebook.

"Classmate Zhao Xiong obtained a century-old soul ring last week, using [-] points. I led him to get it. If everyone works harder, they will get it." Yu Wan clapped her hands and said loudly.

Only then did the onlookers understand.

Three hundred points, the price of this century-old soul ring is still not small.

Zhao Xiong really wanted to laugh at this moment. Looking at the envious eyes of the classmates around him, a sense of pride arose spontaneously.

"It seems that my points are not in vain, just be obedient and let me defeat you!"

The stone-armored bear soul ring comes with the century-old soul ring's first soul skill, 'Power Palm'. Its power can easily split boulders. Everyone's soul power is not high, and there is not enough soul power or strength. No new student dares to do it. Resist this.

"Zhengyang, show me the Blue Silver Grass martial spirit. If you haven't released the martial spirit yet, are you scared?" Yuwan murmured.

What she didn't know was that the force palm in front of her was like a children's channel in front of Zhengyang, not to mention one force palm, even ten!Zhengyang also caught him firmly.

"You actually don't release your martial spirit and don't dodge?!"

When Zhao Xiong saw this, the speed in his hand increased. He would not be merciful. As long as he insulted himself, how could he not teach him a lesson? !

"Zhengyang! Release the martial spirit!"

Until the last moment, Zhengyang's martial spirit was still not released, which shocked Yuwan.

"Oh!"

There was a muffled groan, and the timid girl had already closed her eyes.

"Why, how could this be!"

Yuwan's eyes also expanded slightly,

Zhao Xiong's power palm fell straight towards Zhengyang, and when he was about to hit, Zhengyang raised his left hand and took it lightly.

"You're not using any force, don't let me go." Zhengyang pretended to be angry and pushed Zhao Xiong's palm away, saying dissatisfiedly.

"It turns out that it was Zhao Xiong who set things off! I'll just tell you!"

"Scared me, scared me."

"Zhao Xiong is a stone-armored bear martial soul. Even if he doesn't release his martial soul, his physical strength alone can weigh twenty kilograms with one punch. If he is released, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Zhao Xiong couldn't help but doubt his life in the competition circle, but after using his soul power, his soul power was flowing smoothly without any blockage, but that punch just now?

"Never mind, do it again!"

"The number one soul skill! Power Palm!"

Seeing Zhao Xiong activate his soul skill, the surrounding area instantly became quiet.

Yuwan was the only one who saw the clues. She covered her mouth with her little hand and her eyes shone with joy.

"It seems that I have good eyesight."

Zhengyang saw the force palm coming again and stretched out his right hand to catch it again easily.

Zhao Xiong's face was alternately green and red while maintaining the splitting posture, but no matter how hard he tried, his palm could not go down even half an inch.

"How is this going?!"

"What is Zhao Xiong doing?"

"Zhao Xiong kills him! Release your soul power!"

At this time, Zhao Xiong wanted to punch the person below who was making sarcastic remarks, but he didn't see that his soul skill had ended!

Just when Zhao Xiong wanted to take back his palm, Zhengyang grabbed it, and Zhao Xiong's palm fell steadily into his own.

"You, what are you doing!" Zhao Xiong said in horror.

"Me? What don't you want to do? There's always a winner or loser in the game. I want to win, so it's my turn."

Everyone shuddered when they saw Zhengyang's smiling expression.

"Then, I'm going to use my strength!"

As soon as Zhengyang finished speaking, Zhao Xiong's palm began to squeeze towards the middle.

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha!!!"

At first, Zhao Xiong started to laugh because of the contraction of his palms, but gradually, the bones began to squeeze, and the feeling turned into pain.

"Ahhh! It hurts!"

Zhengyang raised his eyebrows.

"I haven't tried yet."

"Zhao Xiong, what are you doing! Beat him!"

"Zhao Xiong, don't let yourself go, we know you are powerful!"

Zhao Xiong was in so much pain that he could not speak, his palms began to weaken, and his knees bent uncontrollably.

"Admit...defeat?"