Douluo: My Martial Soul is actually a Duck

Chapter 11 Battle

After eating another brain fragment, Jian Wuyou walked briskly towards the stage of the Soul Fighting Arena.

A yellow-haired host who didn't know how to evaluate his hairstyle and aura jumped down from the sky. It was obvious that his martial spirit was the microphone.

"Friends from the audience!" With every step of the host, the whole place was on fire. The gorgeous special effects and music fascinated everyone. The whole place was screaming and shouting with their hands in the air.

"Today our first showdown begins with excitement!" The host held the microphone high and his high tone resounded to every corner of the audience.

"One player is Poison Flower, Martial Soul Mandala Flower, and Battle Soul Master, with 30 wins and 0 losses!"

Poison Flower is a charming woman with a curvy figure and fair skin.

"The other one is our first contestant, uh~ the one who slaps him!"

The whole audience began to laugh, and Poison Flower also began to laugh unbearably.

Xiao Wu laughed so hard, "The one who slaps him is a fool, hahaha, the one who slaps him is a fool."

One second, Ma Hongjun was kneeling on the chair and shaking the back of the chair. The next second, he fell down laughing and rolled on the ground, laughing.

"Who slapped him? This name is very similar to your martial spirit, cheap without friends, without friends?" Dai Mubai turned around and found that the black-haired boy was gone.

"Could it be..."

Sure enough, Jian Wuyou's figure appeared on the stage.

"My surname is Jian, please give me some advice."

The mask pattern on Jian Wuyou's head is very delicate, depicting a platypus.

"My surname is Hua, please give me your advice."

A mandala flower unfolded behind Poison Flower, "The first soul skill: Feeling sleepy!"

Jian Wuyou's eyelids drooped involuntarily, and his upper eyelids and lower eyelids were constantly fighting.

Jian Wuyou began to mobilize his mental power. The powerful mental power seemed to hold up the sky, holding back the sky he was about to step down on, and the eyelids that were about to close.

Possessed by Jian Wuyou's martial spirit, his whole body was surrounded by yellow light, and a faint shadow of a duck's beak appeared on his mouth.

Jian Wuyou spit out a mouthful of water, really just a mouthful of water. He still doesn't know how to use a real water gun, it's just a natural ability.

This water directly flooded the poisonous flower. The poisonous flower had a black line on its face and coughed up water. It was obvious that it had just been choked.

"Second Soul Skill: Green Staff Holding the Sky!"

Suddenly, thorns appeared on the ground, and Teng Wan shot through the air towards Jian Wuyou like a green crutch.

A cold light flashed under Jian Wuyou's feet, "The second soul skill: Dance on the Ice Lake!"

The cold light at Jian Wuyou's feet exploded, and he suddenly broke through the siege.

But suddenly there was an economic thorn wrapped around him behind his back.

The red poisonous thorn instantly penetrated the body. Jian Wuyou frowned slightly and felt the sudden drop in the fluctuation of his soul power.

Jian Wuyou found that the toxin made him drowsy again, "I'm so sleepy, I can't sleep."

Jian Wuyou felt that the splitting headache in his head began to relax, and Jian Wuyou's eyes completely turned blue.

Jian Wuyou's strong mental power instantly became stable. If the explosion of a splitting headache is a way of gathering all the energy to one point and then detonating it, then when the spirit is completely calm, it is complete control.

The blue telepathy fluctuations around Jian Wuyou instantly tore the vines into pieces.

Jian Wuyou opened his mouth, and the water vapor in the sky steadily gathered into his mouth, "Water gun!"

Thick water jets were spit out from the mouth in an instant, and the poisonous flower was directly washed down, leaving a spider web-like crack on the wall behind.

The host's eyes, which originally thought Poison Flower's victory was certain, fell again.

But he was still very dedicated, jumping from the sky on an instrument flying in the sky.

"The winner of this game is the one who slaps him!"

(End of this chapter)