the other side.

Outside the city.

The body of the demon spider was buried deep underground.

The "God of Death" and the long-haired man stood quietly on a rock.

"Seventeen or eighteen years old...I know the general appearance."

"Boxing skills, knives, swords, and bronze hands, right? I made a note of it. People with such abilities are easy to identify." The long-haired man said.

The "God of Death" looked at the city from a distance.

"I want to kill him. I need his soul and something in him."

"Death" said anxiously.

"Don't worry, the title experts are investigating the problem in the city, so I can't give you people in the city - we have to find targets outside the city." The long-haired man said slowly.

suddenly.

There was a flash of void.

Several people fell down.

"Is this the city that must be defeated?" one person asked.

"Yes, its law is 'winning'. Only by constantly 'winning' can you stay in the city, enjoy the protection of many laws, and even obtain the holy name." Another person said.

"It took a lot of effort to teleport here. I must make back my capital this time," said the third person.

"At least earn a suitable weapon." The first person to speak said.

As they spoke, their eyes fell on the city together.

No one noticed that the God of Death and the long-haired man were standing beside them.

——They can't see these two existences at all.

"Let's go into the city." The second speaker said.

As soon as the words fell——

The long-haired man raised his hand.

One of them suddenly became dazed and his body was shaky.

"He is dead, and his body is yours now." The long-haired man said.

Death nodded, jumped forward, and hugged the man.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Two companions asked concernedly.

"Ah, it's okay, I'm just a little excited." The man suddenly woke up and said.

"lets go."

"good."

The three of them walked towards the city together.

The long-haired man nodded slightly, flashed, and then disappeared.

…

There are arenas everywhere.

Wu Xiaode walked around casually, then found a ring, sat on a bench under the ring, and silently watched the battle.

According to the computer display in the audience, the two people playing against each other above are both size B players.

He looked at it for a while and gradually gained some confidence in his heart.

It turns out that Class B professionals are mostly professionals with a soul power level of 10 to 15 points.

At this level, some powers that are incomprehensible in conventional combat can already be utilized.

But when it comes to the battle itself——

How many professionals have a solid fighting foundation?

Awakeners like Li Kunlun have long set the condition for themselves that "once they awaken, they must first awaken their memories."

So Li Kunlun will probably gradually regain his fighting strength.

Others do not have systematic and superb power-using skills and must slowly explore on their own.

——This is different from myself.

I have been taught by the spirit and have acquired a complete set of knowledge, skills and experience. I only need to follow step by step and everything will come naturally.

Seriously speaking, in terms of fighting skills, these professionals should not be my opponents.

Plus death skills.

——Three points of soul power are worth fighting for!

At this time, the two people in the ring finished fighting, jumped off the ring, and left separately.

Wu Xiaode stepped forward and continued to stick the number plate on the computer's sensing area.

A few lines of words suddenly popped up on the computer screen:

"Pairing successful."

"There are five B-level professionals challenging you. You can now choose your opponent."

Wu Xiaode chose a random one.

Swish——

A woman suddenly appeared on the ring.

"He is a handsome brother." The woman smiled.

"Hello, sister." Wu Xiaode jumped onto the ring and saluted.

"Be gentle later, my sister is in terrible pain." The woman said, taking out the nunchucks from behind.

Wu Xiaode touched his waist and suddenly remembered that the Zhenguo Sword was broken.

He had no choice but to put on the black gloves.

"Should I come first?" the woman asked.

"Please." Wu Xiaode said.

The woman jumped up and rushed towards him, her nunchucks dancing into two afterimages.

Wu Xiaode responded with fists, breaking up the opponent's seven or eight blows in a row, and used the momentum to jump back several meters.

The two distanced themselves.

Wu Xiaode suddenly looked down.

I saw that his fist was sealed by a layer of frost.

"Elemental attachment?" he asked in surprise.

"That's right," the woman smiled and was about to continue talking when she suddenly saw a flame rising from her nunchucks.

She quickly swung her two sticks and extinguished the flames with ice.

"Elemental gloves - it looks like we still have to fight this time, little brother." The woman said.

As soon as she finished speaking, she rushed forward again.

Wu Xiaode's former solo training target was the one-eyed giant. Although he often died, his reaction ability and response speed were far beyond the average person's before he knew it.

By this time, he had adapted to the opponent's attack. He immediately found an opening for the opponent, took a step forward, and struck out with a powerful blow from his fist, hitting the woman's arm directly.

The woman couldn't bear the momentum brought by the punch, so she took a few steps back and then stood up with her arms covered.

"do not fight."

The woman said.

"Ah?" Wu Xiaode suddenly paused.

"Your strength is far greater than mine. I don't want to get injured and lose my fighting ability, so let's end it." The woman shouted to the machine in the audience: "I give up!"

"Thank you." Wu Xiaode said.

He can understand the other party.

Because if you are seriously injured, you will not be able to participate in the ring battle.

Healing takes time.

If you lose your combat effectiveness, you can only spend time in the city, watching time pass day by day, and finally go to the world of death.

Swish——
To be continued...