Douluo: Martial Soul Double Fist, my wrist pierces the world

Chapter 38 38. Bronze Awakening

"Isn't this guy acting too recklessly? He's the Soul King on the other side, so he's charging forward like this?"

Seeing Seti's unflinching figure, Oscar was filled with emotion and admiration. If it were him, he wouldn't dare to be so reckless.

"Hmph, it's better to die this way." Dai Mubai said harshly, and Ma Hongjun also nodded.

Both of them were brothers who had been tortured by Seti. Seeing Seti's body covered in blood and bruises made them feel so happy.

Several people from Canghui Academy also looked on dumbfounded, stunned by Seti's bravery. Only the other four people had other thoughts in their minds while watching Seti's battle with Ye Zhiqiu.

Tang San opened his Purple Demon Eyes to observe Seti. The more he looked at Seti's condition, the more solemn his expression became, because he saw that Seti's body was constantly injured and recovering, and every wound was He recovered very quickly, and after recovery, his injuries were less serious.

In other words, Seti is using this self-mutilating style of fighting to temper his body, making it stronger through repeated injuries and healing.

Seeing her brother's heavy expression, Xiao Wu was also worried. It was rare for someone who was not as good as her to be able to make her jujitsu useless, and Seti was the only one.

Ning Rongrong looked at Seti with eyes shining.

This guy is too powerful. He can beat the Soul King with only level [-] soul power. I have to think of a way...

correct!This guy seems to like money, so this will be easy to handle. If I can get this guy back to the Qibao Glazed Sect, Dad and the others will definitely be shocked.

Ning Rongrong had many thoughts in her mind, and then she seemed to have made a decision, and her expression changed.

And Zhu Zhuqing, who was more familiar with Seti here, couldn't help but look at Seti more seriously.

Subconsciously, she compared Seti with Dai Mubai and other men in Shrek Academy. As a result, this comparison... was no comparison at all.

Ma Hongjun is a pervert. Although he has a martial soul, he is also a pervert, and he is a fat man.

Oscar is ordinary, but Wuhun is vulgar.

Although Tang San was powerful, he couldn't defeat Seti.

Dai Mubai...

She glanced at Dai Mubai subconsciously, feeling even more disgusted.

Dai Mubai felt the eyes from his fiancée, and was about to show off, but he seemed to feel that he was being rejected, and a series of question marks immediately appeared on his forehead.

Dai Mubai:? ? ?

"You are looking for death!" Ye Zhiqiu was furious. His third soul ring lit up as he roared, and a large amount of soul power condensed on his tortoise shell to form a water arrow and shot towards Seti's heart.

"Too slow! Too slow!"

Seti roared and punched the water arrow that was shooting towards his heart.

Crack!

The water arrow instantly turned into ice, freezing his fist completely, and then hit his fist with force, as if trying to push his fist back.

What a joke!

A mere thing like this wants to stop my fist?

Seti's eyes were filled with fierceness, his waist sank, and his legs suddenly kicked to the ground. A force burst out again, and he slammed his fist back with ice, but the price was that his entire left arm was torn off. A piece of flesh.

pain?

No feeling at all!

The punch kept magnifying in Ye Zhiqiu's eyes. He didn't expect that a mere brat could actually do it to this extent. Although his defense was strong, he didn't want to feel the humiliation and severe pain of being punched in the face again, so he turned around immediately. When the fourth soul skill was activated, the whole person shrank again and hid directly in the turtle shell.

boom! ——

The fist hit the turtle shell, and the ice cubes on the fist exploded with the skin and flesh in all directions. The turtle shell was also violently shaken by the punch.

"Come! Fight with me!"

Another punch hit the turtle shell, and Seti roared angrily.

Left punch, right punch.

Left punch, right punch.

Seti's fists turned into phantoms and kept waving in the air in front of him, but Ye Zhiqiu could only continue to release the second and third soul skills before, constantly spreading the cold air around his body, making Seti himself in the swing of the fists. Injuried.

In addition, he did not forget to continue to taunt Seti: "Hmph, boy, each martial spirit has its own usage. This is how my Black Turtle martial spirit fights. I want to see how good your fists are. How hard it is, when your whole body is frozen and your blood clots, that’s when I win.”

"You think this uncle can't do anything to you, right? Then you should give me a good look."

Sett laughed loudly.

If you want hard money, who is afraid of whom?

He is growing every moment, his body, his flesh and blood, his muscles and bones, his fists, as long as he fights, he can grow. As long as the fighting does not stop, he can grow without limit.

The cold air gradually became stronger, surrounding Seti and the big turtle shell in the center. Seti was exerting all his strength, and his fists with a deadly rhythm kept hitting Ye Zhiqiu's turtle shell without any fatigue.

Dozens of punches, hundreds of punches, thousands of punches...

With every punch, his whole body was tempered by the freezing frost. The blood in his body and the soul power in his body were all becoming more pure and powerful.

Slowly, the cold air that was about to turn into substance could no longer have any effect on Se. It could not freeze his skin and flesh, causing his wounds to burst due to the force exerted by the ice. It could not invade his blood and turn it into ice shavings. He could only A shallow layer of frost was left on his body.

Without the ice affecting his body, Seti's speed became faster.

What was just a few punches per second turned into more than a dozen punches per second. The blood and ice shards that spattered when the fists hit the turtle shell became sparser with the number of punches struck, and the injuries on his fists also gradually became smaller. It turned into a complete state. When his injury healed, his fists exuded a bronze luster. At the same time, he felt a powerful force in the surrounding space in his fists. Come together and become part of both fists.

This is……

Sett suddenly understood, just as he should have known, he knew the changes in himself just now.

The main martial soul awakens for the second time, awakening at the bronze level.

His fists were harder, stronger, and more powerful, and his martial spirit's combat effectiveness increased by 60%.

But the fist he hit on Ye Zhiqiu's turtle shell could no longer feel the feeling of being tempered. In other words, the turtle shell was useless, and this level of tempering was no longer enough for him to grow.

On the contrary, Ye Zhiqiu was very shocked, because not even his turtle shell could resist all the power of the few punches after Seti's martial soul awakened for the second time. Some shocks were transmitted into his body, causing his internal organs to churn slightly. .

Seti stopped his fists temporarily and looked up at the sky. The bright crescent moon had begun to descend from its highest point. It was already late at night, and it was time to end this battle.

"What? No more strength? Then it's my turn." Ye Zhiqiu felt that there was no more vibration on the turtle shell, thinking that it was Seti's last bit of strength. No wonder it made him feel uncomfortable, and he was thinking of finishing Seti. As soon as he dropped it, he heard his students’ exclamations.

"Teacher! Be careful, he is not without strength."

Ok?

Before Ye Zhiqiu could get up, Seti's bronze-colored fists were filled with a golden stream of overwhelming power, and he punched his turtle shell brazenly.

puff--

A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth. The punch just now seemed to hit him through a turtle shell. Almost half of the force of the fist penetrated the turtle shell, causing his internal organs to shift and his blood to boil. .

Before he could catch his breath, he received another heavy punch.

Then the third punch, the fourth punch...

Guan Feng Yu's fists seemed to have evolved. Every punch made Ye Zhiqiu extremely painful. With a ferocious look on his face, he reluctantly activated his fifth soul skill.

(End of this chapter)