Douluo: Starting from the engagement with Zhu Zhuqing

Chapter 53
At the other end of the passage, a plain white figure slowly appeared.

The blond hair is slightly shawl, the face is resolute, the heroic posture is vigorous, and the figure is as straight as a gun.

A pair of black eyes are like cold stars in the dark night.

As soon as they appeared on the stage, there was a burst of noise in the duel field, and many girls were secretly moved, and they were full of splendor.

Suddenly there were several cold snorts on the high platform, one was from Zhu Zhuyue, and the other was from Davis.

Davis felt that Dai Yao was better at selling than him, so he snorted coldly for a while.

"You brat, you're really showing off. Let's see how proud you are after today." Zhu Zhuyue thought angrily.

Then she looked at Zhu Zhuqing maliciously, but was blocked by Dai Hengyu.

Dai Hengyu's tone was not serious, he raised his eyebrows at Zhu Zhuqing and said: "Dai Yao's little girlfriend, if you think someone is too annoying, why not sit by my side?"

Hearing the words of little girlfriend, Zhu Zhuqing blushed, and walked away from Zhu Zhuyue without a trace.

The field has also changed.

"Have you finally stopped being a turtle?" Looking at Dai Yao not far away, Dai Yaming snorted coldly.

Since the battle between Fatty and Dai Yao, even with the help of the auxiliary soul master, Fatty still can't move.

Fatty's failure made him lose face, and many nobles who followed him abandoned him. Suddenly, his power shrank a lot.

The culprit of both of them is Dai Yao.

Hearing Dai Yaming's words, Dai Yao just smiled faintly: "I know the reason for this infamy, why bother, such simple words can't affect my state of mind."

Dai Yaming's face suddenly darkened a lot. Although he is powerful, he is more used to being a general who plans strategies, rather than a warrior who charges into battle.

At this moment, a referee at the level of Soul Emperor came on stage.

He flew high into the sky and pressed his hands to signal everyone to be quiet: "Everyone, please be quiet, so as not to affect the outcome of the game."

Then he came to the two of them and said: "During the competition, no knives and hidden weapons are allowed. The one who falls into the ring is the loser, and the one who admits defeat is the loser. Do you have any objections?"

"No." Dai Yao said in unison.

The eyes of the two met in the air, and a raging fighting spirit rose in their respective hearts.

"Game start!"

The referee dropped his hands and announced the official start of the game.

Dai Yaming first possessed the martial spirit, and the king character on his forehead exuded a majesty that could not be seen directly.

"Dai Yaming, a level 29 assault type battle soul master, Wuhun White Tiger, please advise!"

Even though they were a hundred meters away, the strong fluctuations in soul power made the breathing of the audience in the first row quicken, and their hearts were heavy, as if a boulder had been crushed.

Even the audience on the highest stone steps can feel a touch of coercion.

The gap in the spirits brought tremendous pressure to the audience, and the surging spirit power also shocked them.

It was hard for them to imagine how much pressure their most rival Dai Yao was under.

At this time, Dai Yao could not feel the slightest pressure.

His skin throbbed, letting all the stress out.Although there is a six-level gap in soul power between him and Dai Yaming, it doesn't affect him at all.

"Three years of penance, after all, it was not in vain." Dai Yao was secretly happy.

Under the waterfall, three years of penance, endure the pressure, just for the present!
He will no longer be affected by the difference in soul power.

He clasped his hands together, and said, "Dai Yao, a level 23 attack-type combat soul master, a holy white tiger with a martial soul, please advise!"

Before he finished speaking, he unleashed his explosive steps, like a bolt of white lightning, and quickly struck towards Dai Yaming.

In the process of galloping, the sacred white tiger spirit is attached to the body, and although the wings behind him can't really fly, they can provide a considerable increase in speed.

In the blink of an eye, Dai Yaming was in front of him.

"So fast!" Dai Yaming thought in shock.Dai Yao's eyes were reflecting his frightened face.

It was only a few breaths from when Dai Yao finished speaking and when Dai Yao appeared in front of him.

"How is it possible, my soul power can't suppress him in any way!" Cold sweat rolled down his face.

This lightning-like speed caused the duel field to scream continuously, like a sea tide, one after another.

What surprised them was not only the speed, but also the martial spirit in the white light.

The terrifying pressure from Wuhun.

Some people with poor xinxing can't hide the horror on their faces.

If the pressure brought by Dai Yaming's white tiger spirit was like a stone pressing on their hearts, then the pressure brought by the sacred white tiger spirit was like a mountain pressing on their hearts.

Suffocating.

"It's really beautiful." Bishop Ferdinand looked at Dai Yao's martial spirit fascinatedly, and said with emotion.

This was the third time he saw this martial spirit, but every time he saw it, he was shocked.

Just at the beginning, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse.

Dai Yao looked at Dai Yaming coldly, and tightened his right fist, the liquid soul power in his body surged and roared like a river!

"Baji—collapse!"

With the ear-piercing sound of piercing the wind, the punch was striking towards Dai Yaming with unrivaled momentum.

This punch of his is imbued with dark energy, as long as it hits Dai Yaming, he can lose his fighting power for a short time, just like the last fight with Fatty, the fight is resolved like lightning.

But Dai Yaming is not easy to deal with after all, how could it be so easy for someone who was regarded as an opponent by Davis to be defeated so easily.

The first yellow soul ring lights up, and the white tiger protects the body!

thump—

The loud collision sound resounded throughout the entire duel arena, and the ground under Dai Yaming's feet actually had some cracks.

You know, this is a place that can withstand the battle of the soul king level.

Many people covered their ears, the sound was so loud that their ears couldn't stand it.

When they looked towards the duel field, they found that the two had separated.

After Bajibeng was blocked, the two briefly fought several times, and Dai Yao found that he was obviously suppressed by Dai Yaming.

Without using soul skills, he is no match for Dai Yaming, the difference in actual combat experience between the two is too big, just like when he fought Dai Mubai three years ago.

The gap in actual combat experience.

After all, in the past three years, Dai Yaoku has been sitting for three years, cultivating his soul power hard, and has no time to take care of actual combat.

"This is the move you used to defeat Fatty. How could I not be prepared for you to defeat Fatty with this move?" Dai Yaming smiled faintly.

"According to Fatty's description, when he received your move that day, he felt pain in his internal organs. This should be the dark energy."

Dai Yao shook his head with a smile, since Dai Yaming already knew the hidden strength of Bajibeng, it seemed that he couldn't solve it quickly.

As long as Bajibeng hits, it can achieve the effect of winning with one blow, but I didn't expect Dai Yaming to be prepared for it.

If the white tiger's protective barrier cannot be broken, the dark force of Bajibeng will have no effect on Dai Yaming.

When he was a first-ring soul master, Bajibeng's power was strong enough, but as a great soul master, Bajibeng's power was gradually insufficient, and it was reasonable that he couldn't break the white tiger's body barrier.

"Now, let's start the real contest!" Dai Yao's eyes flashed, since the trick didn't work, he would win the duel with dignity!
During the fluctuation of soul power, two soul rings were released slowly.

　Many readers say that my writing is depressing, and I don't know how to answer.

　　I actually want to write a cool article, do you believe it? . . . . . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)