Qianjie looked at the three-person team opposite him that theoretically could not enter the finals, Wang Dong, Xiao Xiao, and Songzi, who had the highest soul power level among the freshmen in this class.

He suddenly wanted to throw up his hands and admit defeat. Anyway, he was in second place, so it was not difficult for an old man.

Because the other party is very troublesome.

Wang Dong and Xiao Xiao could be ignored, but the same could not be said for Song Zi, who had short chestnut hair. Looking at him with an optimistic look, he felt a familiar smell after a long time - the smell of the lunatics from the Holy Spirit Cult.

The one named Matsuko should be a practical ryuhun master. The underlying color of those smiling chestnut eyes is indifference, and he can see through life and death - he doesn't care about the lives of others, nor his own life.

The academic school and the practical school are two factions that can be roughly divided in any system. They can be roughly understood as one leaning towards practice and the other leaning towards theory. In the Douluo academy, the school is generally called the Arena style, and the practical school...

There is no concept of the actual combat sect among mainstream soul masters. Even the name of the arena sect is a contemptuous term given by non-mainstream soul masters to mainstream soul masters. Most non-mainstream soul masters can be called evil soul masters.

And strictly speaking, these two factions only exist between low-level soul masters, that is, between soul masters below the soul saint. High-level soul masters do not have this concept.

In fact, there is no distinction between these two factions. The non-mainstream soul masters are more shameless. They have no shame and only want their lives. Their methods include more than soul skills, soul guides, swords, traps...

Use it if you can.

Mainstream soul masters also have great advantages. They have strong martial souls, good soul skills, and have a better future.

But there is no doubt that in the early stages of soul masters, the practical faction has the advantage.

God knows how Wang Dong found such a teammate, and where Shrek got the manpower.

But when he saw the old man who seemed to be sleeping in the corner of the podium out of the corner of his eye, Qianjie retracted this idea.

The old man drags his old body to watch a game, but you don't play? This is as shameful as giving up the game directly into the knockout round.

I borrowed someone else's background, so I still have to have some respect.

"Both sides salute, the game begins!"

Yan Shaozhe's energetic voice rang out from the noisy tide. If it weren't for this voice, Qianjie would have thought he was back at the headquarters of the Holy Spirit Cult outside Mingdu - a group of psychotic lunatics shouting around a small square.

, watching the selected people fight to the death, those who survived became soul masters, those who died were thrown into mass graves, and those who were seriously injured and performed poorly became resources for cultivation.

"Please note that this is just an arena competition." At the end, Yan Shaozhe seemed to have remembered something and lowered his voice.

He was obviously talking to Song Zi.

"Okay, okay, we understand." Songzi responded nonchalantly, and then turned his attention to Qianjie and the other three, "Can we have a meal together after the fight?"

She said this to Wolf Bao'er, not caring that it was a competition and turning a blind eye to the noisy sounds around her.

"Ah?" Lang Bao'er responded blankly, then quickly lowered his head.

But Songzi smiled even happier, like a big bad wolf eyeing the little white rabbit.

"Do you want to fight again, sister?" Qianjie adjusted his glasses.

"Fight, why don't you fight?" After the words fell, a white shadow flew in front of Qianjie. As soon as Qianjie raised his hand, the white shadow instantly turned into a maroon figure, and he kicked out, completely aimed at

It's for physical pain points.

Yan Shaozhe's so-called salute was completely ignored by her.

Qianjie raised his knees to catch the leg in an understated manner. The combat sect was so shameless. Good looks and demeanor were completely out of their consideration. They would do whatever they could to cause maximum damage.

"It's too much." However, Qianjie chose to punch the opponent's nose, and he was also sent for actual combat.

"Each other." The same understatement blocked the punch with his palm, but Songzi's eyes were no longer so relaxed.

"Same origin as me?" As she spoke, she raised her other hand, also returning the bridge of her nose.

"Who knows?" Qianjie blocked the punch in the same way. Not all evil soul masters are in the Holy Spirit Cult, and not only evil soul masters have this style - low-level soul masters who have experienced life and death several times.

Everyone has this style.

All actions have the main purpose of killing, and soul skills should not be used until the critical moment - if they are used, it means the consumption of soul power.

Realizing that he could not get much benefit, Song Zi instantly returned to his original position, with four yellow, yellow, purple and purple soul rings shining brightly. At the same time, he withdrew the martial soul and an umbrella floating in the air - it seemed that he had interacted with the martial soul through

The soul skill of swapping places.

The four contestants who were also on the Soul Fighting Stage seemed to have become the audience, watching all this with bewildered faces. They were about to introduce the levels of martial arts to each other according to the rules of Soul Fighting, when they suddenly took action...

I've even handed it over once.

However, the battle will not give them any time to remain confused, not to mention that two of the six people are shameless, and both have the highest soul power level in each other's team.

The next moment, the figure flashed again, but this time the target was changed to Huo Yulin - her soul power level was undoubtedly the lowest, but there was also no doubt that she was the most threatening one.

The book with the golden chain was drawn directly towards Xiao Xiao, who was standing behind him. It would be easier to knock over an easy one first.

Team? Team up as a hammer. The gap in soul power is there. If you expect your teammates to keep up with their rhythm, why don't you knock your opponent's teammates off the stage first?

This is where the importance of plug-ins and character comes into play.

Thanks to the plug-in of a million-year soul ring and the Cunxin Fist, Huo Yulin may not be able to defeat the soul sect, but she can run. The moment the pine nut flashed, she had already started to retreat crazily, like a piece of light in the wind.

Ye, even if the wind blows constantly, you just have to go with the flow.

At the same time, Wolf Bao'er had already rushed towards Songzi, trying to interfere.

On the other side, it was very embarrassing. Wang Dong rushed straight towards Qianjie. Her speed was very fast. It was obvious that she wanted to cause trouble for Qianjie.

It was precisely because she was too fast that when the golden chain was pulled behind her, the distance between her and Xiao Xiao was already too far away, and she could only watch the golden book hit Xiao Xiao's head.

At the critical moment, Songzi flashed back to Xiao Xiao, his first soul ring lit up, and he opened his umbrella to block the blow.

"One drags two, isn't it easy?" Qianjie didn't feel too frustrated about the failure, so he turned around and applied three buffs to his teammates first.

"Aren't you dragging two with you too?!" Song Zi couldn't help but spit.

God knows how shameless the opponent is, yet he is so familiar with this fighting rhythm.

"No, I'm just an auxiliary soul master. I'm not as powerful as them. It's them who are holding me back."

This is the truth, Qianjie didn’t even start the round robin, it was just two girls dragging him up to score.

"..."

How did you say that I am an auxiliary soul master?! Where is your face?!

Songzi really wanted to say this, but thinking about the other person's style being the same as his own, it seemed that he could understand it.

Only those who win have the right to talk about face, and those who lose are the most shameless...

"My hands and feet were tied, the beating was really frustrating." Taking a deep breath, Songzi raised his hand, "You must be a person who has killed people before. Let's take it seriously and be careful next time."

A sword, oh no, it should be a needle-like, arm-length weapon was drawn out from the handle of the umbrella.

And as the fourth soul ring on Songzi's body lit up, the silver needle quickly turned gray, and it was obvious that it was poisonous.
Chapter completed!