Douluo: Without a martial soul, I practice physical skills!

One month later

Chu Mingxuan and his team gradually walked towards the royal hunting ground

"Wow! Boss, look at how spectacular it is! Look at this gate, this suspension bridge, this guard... Well, the air is filled with the smell of money," Lin Yuzhang, walking at the front, said excitedly

The huge iron gate is tightly closed. There are guards in armor on the suspension bridge, distributed on both sides of the suspension bridge.

"Please show me the code." A man in the distance whose armor was more gorgeous than those around him raised one hand and said to Chu Mingxuan and the others.

"Give" Huang Zhirong walked to the knight over there and handed him a dark red paper.

The knight took one look, quickly ran to the side of the suspension bridge, waved to a person on the wall, and then said to Chu Mingxuan

"Welcome, you are the first team to come here today." As soon as the knight finished speaking, the metal door slowly opened.

"I am Scarpa, captain of the First Battalion. Please follow me." Scarpa slowly led the way.

As he walked, he said, "The promotion competition for the Elite Competition of the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy will be held in the middle of the military camp. In order to protect the privacy and safety of the soul masters, ordinary spectators are not allowed to watch the competition. Only teams that have participated in the preliminaries can attend." Qualified to watch the battle." Scarpa slowly walked in front and introduced.

"Wow!" Lin Yuzhang looked around as he walked

The road made of marble is lined with solemn statues of knights on both sides.

"Okay! This is the camp where the Shadow Academy rests. There will be a game early in the morning on a cloudy day. Please excuse me." Scarpa slowly left here.

"Boss, boss, let's go shopping nearby!" Lin Yuzhang said to Chu Mingxuan

"Why are you shopping! The competition is about to begin! You..." Qiu Xiaolin said to Lin Yuzhang

"Well, okay" Chu Mingxuan interrupted her.

"Let's go!" Lin Yuzhang pulled Huang Zhirong and ran away.

"Boss, why did you agree?" Qiu Xiaolin said

"Don't be too nervous, just relax. I've been practicing recently, so it's good to relax properly." Chu Mingxuan said and slowly walked towards the camp.

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"Come here and take a look, this..." Lin Yuzhang pulled Huang Zhirong around, sometimes running to the statue, sometimes running to the garden.

"Alas" Huang Zhirong sighed helplessly

"Hey! Look over there..." Lin Yuzhang used the teleportation technique to disappear.

"?????? You should wait for me!" Huang Zhirong said and chased after me.

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"The draw for the cloudy match has been drawn, against Barak Academy," a knight said in front of everyone.

"The rules of the promotion round are different from the qualifiers. Seven people are selected to participate. It is one-on-one. Every player on the field must fight until they are defeated. If they win, they will face the next opponent." Over there, the knight faced Chu Ming. Xuan and the others said

"Who's coming?" Chu Mingxuan asked

"Me, me, me!" Lin Yuzhang shouted hurriedly

"You have played so many times, let me play, boss. I haven't made many moves since I joined the organization," Huang Zhirong said.

"That's good! Huang Zhirong will come on a cloudy day," Chu Mingxuan said

"Wow, Xiaozhi Qinglong is about to take action" Lin Yuzhang cheered from the side

"We are watching the battle from the sidelines," Qiu Xiaolin said, patting Huang Zhirong's shoulder.

"it is good"

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In an open-air arena

Some people from Chu Mingxuan walked slowly down the aisle wearing black red cloud robes.

"Look over there, do the clothes worn by the Shadow Academy team look like the ones you mentioned?" the master asked Flender.

"It looks similar, but it's impossible given their age," Flanders said.

"We meet again" Tang San looked at Chu Mingxuan and thought to himself

Emperor Tiandou Xue Ye said slowly on the high platform, "I now announce that the promotion competition for the Elite Competition of the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy has officially begun!"

"Boss, it's our turn soon," Lin Yuzhang said from the side

"Well, Huang Zhirong, get ready." As soon as Chu Mingxuan finished speaking, he heard someone say from the side.

"Oh, who do I think it is? It's just an unknown school for soul masters." A group of people in red clothes slowly walked toward Chu Mingxuan and the others.

"You guys!" Qiu Xiaolin was about to step forward to teach them a lesson, but was stopped by Chu Mingxuan.

"They are just a bunch of rubbish, but they dare to be so arrogant," Chu Mingxuan said slowly.

"You!" A person from the opponent's team was about to rush forward, but was stopped by the opponent's captain.

"I hope you can still say this on the field, let's go!" The group of people in red clothes slowly left.

"Let's take a look at the data of both players. Barak Academy took the lead in sending their captain, the level 42 Soul Sect.

Their opponent, Shadow Academy, has maintained a winning streak since the qualifiers. Today they sent a player who has never made a move since the game. Can they still maintain a winning streak? "The host said quickly

"Game start!"