Douluo Fight God of War

Zhang Ruochen was a little confused. He knew that it was not easy for a waste martial soul to reach level 19, but to compete, it was no longer a game, but a life and death battle. But when he saw three swords coming, he knew Wei Dehai's determination.

The golden cudgel swung to his head, shattering Wei Dehai's sword light, and his soul power circulated. As soon as the first soul ring lit up, the protective shield instantly shattered, and his strength increased by three levels. Now he didn't have to be afraid of Wei Dehai at all and took the initiative. He was not afraid of Wei Dehai's attack at all, but three more swords struck him.

Zhang Ruochen was a little helpless. How could Wei Dehai, a fifty-year-old uncle, be so naive?

At this moment, Wei Dehai, who was wielding a scythe, watched Zhang Ruochen use his soul skill. He suddenly took action and rushed towards Zhang Ruochen without any other movements. His momentum was not a game, he was trying to fight for his life.

The golden cudgel danced out in Zhang Ruochen's hands, showing no mercy at all, holding up Wei Dehai's chops again and again. Now Wei Dehai was just struggling to his death. He had already received a blow from his golden cudgel, and that kind of attack power was not something that Wei Dehai with the useless martial spirit could withstand.

Zhang Ruochen's current actual combat skills may not be as strong as the fifty-year-old uncle, but they are definitely close. Moreover, his strength and speed are not comparable to Wei Dehai's. What's more, after he activated his first soul skill, he had three more With the blessing of layers of soul power, he looked at the chopping sickle and pushed back a step.

One step to heaven, one step to hell

Avoiding the strike of the sickle, Zhang Ruochen is now in heaven. The golden cudgel is raised high and falls quickly, while Wei Dehai, who is about to face Zhang Ruochen's attack, is in hell.

At this second, everyone in the audience already knew the result. They knew that the balance of victory had fallen to the fighter Zhang Ruochen, so the audience made a sound of joy. The fighter had another consecutive victory, creating a miracle. , they cheered the name of the fighter and waited for the referee's judgment.

From the time when Wei Dehai chopped off the sickle on his head to when the golden cudgel fell, in the blink of an eye, Wei Dehai looked at the fallen golden cudgel, withdrew his sickle and placed it in front of him again.

砰

The sickle was broken from the middle, and broken wood flew all over the sky. Blood poured out of Wei Dehai's mouth. When the golden cudgel fell, his body shifted slightly. His right hand was broken by the golden cudgel, but he did not give up. Now Zhang Ruochen Without the golden cudgel and the first soul skill, Zhang Ruochen was only close at hand and within reach. The only thing left in his left hand was the sickle-headed martial spirit, and he swung it out again.

At this time, all the spectators in the Tenth Soul Fighting Arena fell silent, suffocating as they stared at the scene in front of them. Zhang Ruochen looked at the sickle around his neck in disbelief. He had definitely lost.

The handsome guy in the tuxedo didn't expect such a result, but as a referee, he must be fair.

"I, the referee of the Tenth Soul Fighting Arena, announced the result of the first match. The winner was Wei Dehai."

bang

Wei Dehai fell on his back, with a smile on his mouth gushing blood, his spirit was broken, and his right arm was almost disabled, but he won.

Zhang Ruochen looked shocked at Wei Dehai lying on the ground, but even if he didn't believe it, he was already destined to lose. If this was a life and death battle, he would already be dead.

All the spectators in the Tenth Spirit Fighting Arena were silent and dared not breathe. They forgot everything, everything at home, and their support. The fighter had lost. A useless martial spirit golden cudgel was hit on the head. The martial soul was shattered and the fighter was defeated.

"why"

"Because I still have the strength, I haven't lost."

"But your martial spirit is broken, it's just a game and you don't care."

"I am a useless sickle martial spirit, but I can beat you, a genius, and the 1:50 bet from outside. That's enough. Now I just want to prove that my life is not in vain, and let the people in my hometown be proud of me. , even if I am a useless martial soul, I can still enjoy fighting. I am not like the people in my hometown who give up hope when they know that I am a useless martial soul. Even if I lose hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of times, in the game I haven't won a few times, but I can still enjoy fighting with my useless martial spirit, experience in defeat, and feel joy in victory. Even if I lose nothing, I am fighting, I am fighting with my useless martial spirit, and I will spend my whole life. One win in the end is enough.”

Wei Dehai, who was still gushing blood from his mouth, turned his mouth towards him