The title of Douluo, Whitebeard, shatters the godhead

"This kid Shuiyue, is he so strong?"

Shen Jingbing and Wu Teng looked at each other, and they both saw shock in each other's pupils.

Not only the two of them, but the entire third class of the academy were shocked, and bursts of cheers resounded.

"Shuiyue, you're so good."

Yang Zhuoqi, the instructor of Class Three, glanced at the cheering crowd, then moved his gaze to Shuiyue standing in the field, with a faint smile on his lips.

No matter how Shuiyue won, it was still for Team Three to take the lead.

At this moment, Yang Zhuoqi really hoped that Shuiyue could take away his year's teacher's salary.

The medical staff quickly carried a stretcher and carried Zhao Ge off, who was lying limply on the ground.

The second class of the academy thought they had lost face and kept silent. They no longer had the arrogance they had at the beginning.

Shuiyue, who was standing on the soul fighting stage with a calm voice, looked at Shen Yanmin and Osman at the east entrance with great calmness, and let out a war roar: "Next one."

The roar fell, and the atmosphere in the spirit fighting arena became high again. The boiling point rose again. The cheers became louder and louder. Some people even shouted directly: "Come on Suiyue! Suiyue will win."

At this moment, Shuiyue seemed to be like a bright star, shining brightly on all the teachers and students in the school, making all the students couldn't help but shout crazily for it.

Shen Yanmin and Osman looked at each other with gloomy expressions. Finally, Shen Yanmin took the lead and said, "Osman, how about you go first?"

"Me first?"

When Osman heard this, a look of indifference appeared on his face: "Classmate Shen Yanmin, what do you mean by this? Did I hear you correctly?"

"What? Are you scared?"

Shen Yanmin sneered: "Since you don't dare, I don't mind if I go first; but if I do, you won't have the chance to avenge your shame, tsk tsk."

"Hmph! If I go, I'll go."

Osman snorted coldly, clenched his fists, his eyes bursting with anger, and jumped directly onto the soul fighting platform.

Seeing Osman appear on the stage, Shen Yanmin couldn't help but sneer and said to himself: Humph!Osman, oh Osman, is really a fool, he will be fooled as soon as he uses provocation.

"The second game, Shuiyue versus Osman, show off his martial spirit."

hoohoo~~

Possessed by the martial spirit Black Panther, Osman seemed to have turned into a huge black leopard, looking up to the sky and roaring, full of wild and dangerous aura.

Not to be outdone, Shuiyue put her hands behind her back, a sharp cold light burst out from her eyes, and slightly bent her right foot, ready to go, but still did not release her martial spirit.

"The soul fight begins."

Seeing that the two students were ready, Sun Buyu announced loudly.

"Shuiyue, I want you to know what will happen if you anger me, Osman?"

As soon as the announcement was made, Osman's eyes flashed, and he exuded a terrifying power. His body rushed towards Shuiyue like a cheetah, as fast as lightning, with a force that broke through the air.

With Zhao Ge's lessons learned and the experience of the last battle, Osman did not dare to underestimate him and directly fought with all his strength from the beginning.

Ghost Leopard kills instantly.

Osman directly released the third soul skill, and suddenly gathered momentum while galloping, condensing the dark attribute soul power.

swoosh~~

He knew that fighting Shuiyue in close combat would result in serious injuries with one punch, so this time he was determined to fight from a distance.

With the advantage of speed, he looked for Shui Yue's breaking move, and then Ghost Leopard's Instant Slash flew past Shui Yue's side like a shadow, bringing out a series of afterimages, and finally turned into the sky-hanging claw light and howled out.

Kacha~~

Shuiyue's right fist slammed into the air, like breaking a transparent mirror, directly shattering the Xuantian claw light.

Osman's expression changed. His third soul skill was actually broken by Shuiyue again, and he couldn't help being shocked.

The second soul skill: Ghost Shadow Claw!

Osman's body accelerated suddenly, like a ghost, with extremely weird movements. He appeared in front of Shuiyue in an instant, and brought a cold and biting wind wave with his right hand, grabbing directly towards Shuiyue's chest.

"Why is it a broken claw again?"

Shuiyue shouted coldly and retreated sharply. At the same time, his left hand was like a pistol. The water soul power condensed into liquid, and then splashed out from the fingertips, flying directly towards Osman's left shoulder.

bang~

The powerful puncture droplet flew away, and Osman was immediately frightened and quickly prepared to avoid it.

But even so, his left shoulder was still scratched by the puncture fluid droplets, leaving a medium-deep blood mark.

Osman secretly thought he was lucky. The puncture force of this droplet was extremely strong. If his body had not dodged in time, his entire left shoulder might have been directly pierced.

"Hide? Can you hide?"

Shuiyue sneered, and the next moment his hands shook rapidly, and he saw the soul power surge, turning into water cannons and roaring towards Osman, like raindrops, shooting towards Osman.

Many droplets of puncture liquid came at a rapid pace. Osman was anxious and kept dodging. However, the droplets of puncture liquid came one after another. Every time he dodged one drop, another one would come out continuously, leaving him with no room to hide. .

boom boom boom~~

This time, the multiple water iron cannons did not hit as powerfully as the single or double water iron cannons, and the punctures were also dispersed, but it was not without damage.

The puncture fluid directly tore through Osman's clothes, and then impacted the skin, making shallow blood holes one after another.

"Damn!"

Osman couldn't help but cursed angrily. This kind of pain was simply worse than killing himself.

"What? Don't you think it's powerful enough?"

A hint of sarcasm appeared at the corner of Shuiyue's mouth, and he galloped out with the soles of his feet on the ground. His speed increased several times, and he arrived in front of Osman in the blink of an eye.

Armed domineering energy wraps around the right fist, which is as hard as fine iron.

The next moment, Shuiyue waved his fist as big as a sandbag and hit Osman directly in the face with great force.

bang~~

Osman hurriedly raised his hand to block, but his fist collided hard with his right arm.

Kacha~

There was the sound of bone cracking in his fist, and Osman felt a violent force pass down his right arm to his face, and a heartbreaking pain spread throughout his body.

Osman made a 'pop' sound, and blood spurted out. His entire body became unstable and flew upside down. He rolled heavily on the soul fighting platform several times before he could stop.

If he rolled even half a circle more, he would fall directly off the stage.

After forcing himself to stand up, Osman seemed to have gone crazy, staring at Shuiyue with red eyes.

This time he was defeated again.

"you you...."

Osman asked through gritted teeth.

"I...I...what's wrong with me?"

Shuiyue stared at Osman calmly, and then walked slowly step by step.

With every step he took, the terrifying sense of oppression became stronger.

Osman felt as if he was locked by a ferocious beast. He could only watch it approach, but he could not resist at all.

He has lost the idea of ​​resisting. In the face of absolute strength, everything pales in comparison and will only make people feel ridiculous.

At this moment, Shuiyue suddenly stopped and stared at Osman, with no waves in his deep eyes.

The next moment, he grinned, stretched out his right hand, and said:

"You are awesome, be my son!"