[Douluo Dalu] He and the sea

After noon, after a short rest, eight young people, led by Flanders and Grandmaster, once again entered the Soto Great Soul Fighting Arena.

At this time, the sun was shining brightly outside, the sun was high, and there were far fewer pedestrians on the street.

Arriving outside this circular building, the heavy door slowly opened in front of me. The creaking noise was clearly audible in the quiet environment. Unconsciously, there was a hint of coolness. The wind blew out from inside the door, making people tremble a little for no reason.

After entering the gate, it was still the familiar road, and the sky trapped squarely within the wall was still dull and leaden. The group of people walked quietly, because there were still records of previous registrations, so this time they Entering the infield almost unimpeded.

As soon as they stepped in, the shouts and shouts from the Sifangfen Fighting Arena instantly flooded into everyone's ears.

The solid walls could not block these enthusiastic voices. They were louder than the last, including cheers and complaints. It was like the sound of silk and bamboo mixed with the sound of drumsticks. It was very noisy and annoying.

Ating stopped and stood at the back of the team, glancing over indifferently.

In the spirit fighting arena directly in front of her, the winner happened to be decided.

Through the iron bars, she saw the patter of blood spreading on the ground. After a while, someone quickly wiped away the blood stains.

The ground was clean again, with no trace of blood visible at all. The crow-green stone surface even slightly reflected a few rays of dark light, which looked even more obscure against the hanging lights on the ceiling of the spirit fighting arena.

"Let's enter in the same order as last time."

After waiting for a short while and seeing that the match in the Soul Fighting Arena was almost over, Dai Mubai turned around and looked at his friends who were watching the match behind him.

"Xiao Wu and I are coming in here." Tang San nodded, without any hesitation, and directly moved forward.

With the beginning, everything that follows is almost settled step by step.

Apart from---

"A Ting and I will replace him this time."

After Zhu Zhuqing finished speaking without changing his expression, he raised his feet and stood together with Ning Rongrong.

"What about Atin?"

Dai Mubai tilted his head and looked towards the last position.

"Zhu Qing and I agreed that I will come alone this time."

Ating held his lips and smiled slightly from a distance of seven or eight steps: "You all can go in."

As soon as she finished speaking, the host's urging voice came from the fighting spirit arena at the other end.

A step ahead that had already been raised was stalled for a moment. Tang San raised his eyebrows and turned his head back almost without thinking.

"The next match is between the three-and-five combination and the cat-and-mouse combination."

The host's high-pitched voice jumped out of the venue like a rising tide, echoing deafeningly in this small space.

Separated by four or five people, Atin was not too tall. After Oscar, Fatty, and Rongrong all walked to the other spirit fighting arena, she and Tang San's eyes met one after another.

"We invite groups of three or five to enter."

The host's obviously higher voice came in again. He was obviously anxious, and the end of his words dragged out for a long time.

Their eyes met for only a few moments. Atin raised her eyes and suddenly smiled. She raised her hand and waved, with a hint of urging, her eyebrows slightly raised.

Tang San immediately understood what she meant. He pursed his lips, turned around, and entered the venue with a serious expression.

In silence for a moment, Ating stood there and watched. When the two silhouettes with a small height difference were no longer clearly visible, she withdrew her gaze in embarrassment.

"Are you planning on going one-on-one?"

Atin nodded and turned his eyes towards the source of the sound: "Master, do you think there is anything wrong?"

"It's not."

The master did not enter the auditorium, but stood alone with Atin outside the stadium. He calmly glanced at the game that had already started, and then shifted his gaze to look at the expressionless little girl in front of him.

"I always feel that you and the mistress look alike."

Atin blinked and looked at him with some confusion.

"Not only in character, but also in their fighting methods they are somewhat similar."

After finishing speaking, the master paused for a moment. He raised his eyelashes and caught the little girl's stunned expression for a moment.

"Listen to what you said..."

Atin couldn't help but arch his eyebrows and said rather uncomfortably: "Maybe it's similar."

Because they are similar in every detail, they are attracted to each other.

This thing is really mysterious...

Ating was heartbroken, and the arch between his brows quietly softened.

"Go and compete, it's your turn."

This topic did not continue. The master put his hands behind his hands and raised his chin slightly towards the one-on-one spirit fighting field.

Seeing this, Atin didn't stay any longer. After nodding, he turned around and walked towards that area.

The arena for one-on-one spirit fighting was not that big, and the packed auditorium seemed to occupy only half of the seats. Atin walked in unhurriedly, and the arena was silent for half a moment.

The host stood in the middle of the stage, looked at both ends, and suddenly laughed and said: "Everyone, this is the first pair of female contestants in our venue today."

As soon as he finished speaking, the venue suddenly became lively again, and a wave of laughter burst out from the audience.

Attention from all directions gathered, and A Ting climbed up the steps step by step, her face unfazed.

After regaining her footing, she turned halfway, and out of the corner of her eye, she glanced past the host and caught a glimpse of the figure on the stage on the right.

She was a young woman, not only beautiful in appearance, but also particularly graceful in figure.

As soon as she stood still, Atin could feel that her eyes had shifted a lot.

"Girls, if you are ready, let's get started."

The host stepped back with a smile on his face, leaving the competition venue to the two of them.

"... "

The two of them didn't say a word to each other, they both seemed to be sizing each other up secretly.

Slowly, A Ting moved without leaving a trace, and at this moment, the gorgeous girl opposite took the lead in possessing the martial spirit.

The crimson aperture grew from small to large, completely covering the other party's exquisite body. Then in the dim light, the girl's hair automatically formed eight thick lines without wind, like eight spider legs. Generally, it lies on both sides of the head in a protective shape.

Then, she measured Atin's eyes, and her pupils suddenly turned scarlet.

A spiderweb mark, not too big or too small, but just enough for Atin to see clearly, was slowly climbing up her forehead.

……

She was still looking at Atin.

But the feeling of being looked at and looked at like this is actually not a good one.

Ating stood up straight, the light warmth between her eyebrows fleeting. She stared at the arrogant girl opposite, her blue eyes unblinking, like a clear and clean eye. In the sea water, you can't see the tension and cruelty of facing a powerful enemy.

As the girl raised her hands, a dazzling yellow light shone first, and then a series of sounds rushed out like water flowing from a gate.

Strands of spider silk shot out from the girl's palm, weaving quickly in mid-air, forming a web, hanging there with awe-inspiring murderous intent, as if it was about to be hooded.

Watching her series of actions, Atin rolled his lips silently, and a similar scene flashed through his mind.

She didn't move immediately, she just stood there, staring at the girl calmly, her eyes gradually narrowed, the sea water in her eyes was surging, and the deep blue color stretched out from the sky.

"Humph."

Seeing her calm look, the girl curled her lips, and a hint of cruelty flashed through her scarlet eyes. She mercilessly amplified her soul skills, leaving no chance of survival.

"Waterbending."

At the moment when the white spider web fell down, a sound like broken ice sounded out, like a violently capsized ocean wave, it struck back flatly.

"Frozen."

There was a silent chill in the air with little circulation in the spirit fighting arena.

Under the gaze of everyone, the menacing spider web was isolated when it was still two inches away from Atin. Then, when the second yellow light suddenly lit up, the spider web was completely frozen. The ice began to shake in mid-air.

"…you"

The girl was stunned, her beautiful face was angry and angry at the moment, and her face was not pretty at all.

Spider webs hung in the air above his head. Atin didn't wait any longer and quickly ran towards the opposite side.

The girl was startled. Although she didn't understand her motives, she was already planning to show off her 100% strength.

The eight strands of hair on both sides of her head spread instantly, waving as her body moved.

The two figures rushed towards each other, each at a very fast speed. The spectators in the audience stretched their necks, not daring to spare a glance.

The cool breeze was blowing. The moment the two met their eyes, the beautiful girl's speed suddenly stopped strangely.

A Ting's eyes were narrowed, her pupils were dark blue, her steps slowed down a little, and when she passed the beautiful girl shoulder to shoulder, she turned directly and stopped not far behind her.

The effectiveness of the "bewitchment" gradually faded away. After her consciousness completely returned to her mind, the girl realized that her position at this time was somewhat wrong.

The inertia of her body made her unable to stop for a moment. After she stood still in a slight panic, the screams from the audience and the rapid falling wind above her head enveloped her whole body.

bump---

A loud cracking sound made everyone's ears hurt.

……

Sobs echoed in my ears.

A Ting opened her eyebrows, and the sudden strong wind ruffled the skirt of her skirt slightly. She raised her eyes, and the ripples in her eyes moved slightly, just like the ripples of blue silver grass, spreading out deeply and shallowly. Spot of light.

Among the broken strands of ice on the ground, the beautiful girl's hair was in a mess. She struggled to support her body and looked at Atin with gritted teeth.

"I won."

Not sure who she was talking to, A Ting tilted her cheek, her side face was bright and moving under the reflection of the hanging lamp. Her shimmering eyes paused for a moment when they crossed a certain place, and then became gentle and soft, very much like a certain person. The long-awaited gaze was exactly the same and extremely focused.