Douluo: Wuhun Soul Returning Fragrance, abducting Oscar

Chapter 162 Thirty Strikes

Jiang Qingfeng automatically understood Sun Chuantao's words as asking him to take the initiative to attack.

very good!Jiang Qingfeng relied on his own strength, so he gave him two hands, only dodging and not attacking. While practicing his own positioning, he also tested the opponent's strength.

It's just that he seems to be in trouble and actually dares to invite a fight. Wouldn't Jiang Qingfeng be very disrespectful if he doesn't respond?
Oscar shook his head and sighed, muttering: "You are still too young to dare to speak like this to your elder brother..."

The surrounding students gathered around to watch the showdown between the academy chief and the team captain.

"Sister Nana, has he lost his mind? Brother Qingfeng has given in to him enough, but he is still not convinced."

Hu Liena smiled softly: "It seems that Yan's education is still not adequate, and Qingfeng has to take action."

On the field, Jiang Qingfeng turned his left hand without any ink, and his strong soul power gathered together and condensed into the will of the world.

In the beginning, the will of the world was only as powerful as a wooden stick, but as time went by, it grew to be comparable to the top weapon spirit.

As Sun Chuantao slashed with all his strength, the cold light of the giant ring blade flickered. Seeing this, Jiang Qingfeng held on to the will of the world and faced it.

The giant blade collided with the iron rod and made a harsh sound, sharp as a knife, spreading to all directions. The onlookers covered their ears and used their soul power at the same time to resist the impact of the soul power scattered in all directions.

Sun Chuantao was thrown away by this blow, with disbelief written all over his face.

"Is this really the power possessed by an auxiliary soul master?" Sun Chuantao had begun to doubt his life.

When he came back to his senses, the numbness in his arms told him that this was definitely not a dream, but a fact.

When the two soldiers collided, it was obvious that his giant ring blade was more lethal, but Sun Chuantao was so shocked that his jaws hurt and his hands trembled.

He didn't understand that although there was a ten-level difference in soul power between the two sides, the other party didn't use any soul skills. At best, he only had one more soul ring attribute than him.

Why is he so perverted?
Sun Chuantao was unable to think because the opponent picked up the black stick again and attacked him.

This time Sun Chuantao had a better memory. The other party was stronger than himself. This was an undeniable fact.

Therefore, the strength of a head-on fight must be your own disadvantage, and you must look for the other party's flaws elsewhere.

Sun Chuantao raised the giant ring blade with difficulty and began to switch from offense to defense, observing the opponent's movements and looking for opportunities to break the situation.

But who is Jiang Qingfeng? After eight years of hard training and two years of actual combat, except for subsequent dates with girls, he has not wasted any time and opportunities.

This stick is ten years of skill. Sun Chuantao blocks it with his head?
The continuous stick blows were as dense as raindrops. As soon as he blocked the previous blow, the next one was already in front of him.

The spear is like a swimming dragon and the stick is like rain, which is vividly reflected in Jiang Qingfeng at this time.

It's just that Jiang Qingfeng's stick didn't rain down like raindrops, but shot out bullets. Not only was it inevitable, but the damage was frighteningly high.

The attack speed was so fast and the frequency was so high that Sun Chuantao couldn't react at all. Coupled with the bulkiness of the martial spirit, Sun Chuantao felt pain all over his body after a series of stabs.

After persisting for ten rounds, Sun Chuantao had no time to look for flaws, so he had no choice but to take the initiative to distance himself, breathing heavily.

Looking down, he saw that the hands holding the handle of the giant blade were trembling. The opponent's monster-like strength had cracked his tiger's mouth, and blood had covered his hands.

Fortunately, the other party didn't stab the vital part, otherwise he would probably die here today.

That's outrageous!Can anyone really fight against such a being? !
Since he said those words, the situation of the battle has changed instantly!

Originally, he was the main attacker, but he could still fight back and forth with the opponent.

But after those words, he no longer had the opportunity to attack, and was completely beaten one-sidedly, without the ability to fight back.Only now did he realize that he was wrong, so wrong!
He wanted to open his mouth to surrender, but his dry throat prevented him from saying a word.

"Sister Nana, Brother Qingfeng seems to have become stronger again. I haven't seen him attack with such ferocity before!" Ning Rongrong looked at Jiang Qingfeng and felt that there were some changes, but she couldn't explain the specifics.

Hu Liena had sharp eyes and noticed Jiang Qingfeng's stick gesture at a glance.

"It's the hands. Qingfeng used to hold the stick with one hand, but now it's with both hands. I didn't expect that just by changing the gesture, he could unleash such a terrifying offensive."

Regarding Jiang Qingfeng's continuous jabs just now, Jiang Qingfeng had a total of thirty jabs, and Hu Liena observed a maximum of 24 jabs.

For these 24 jabs, Hu Liena tried to imagine a battle between the two in her mind, replacing her position with that of Sun Chuantao, and resisting with her own level of strength.

The result was that no matter how Hu Liena tried to parry, she could only defend against twenty blows at most, and she could not find a chance to counterattack.

In other words, if he were sparring with Jiang Qingfeng at this time, he would be like Sun Chuantao. While he was unable to counterattack, there would definitely be ten fatal attacks that he could not avoid.

terrible!What did my man do when he went out? !Why can actual combat capabilities be enhanced so much?

Seeing that the situation was almost over, Jiang Qingfeng swept the ground with his long stick, and Sun Chuantao, whose lower body was unstable, was knocked down with one blow.

When he reacted, the end of a stick was already in front of his neck.

Victory and defeat!

In the distance, everyone in Yueguan was dumbfounded. The chief student of his own college could only be beaten unilaterally against Jiang Qingfeng. It was so embarrassing.

But what surprised Yue Guan even more was Jiang Qingfeng's explosive fighting power.

Now we can no longer treat him as an auxiliary soul master!
Regarding the thirty consecutive stabs just now, Yue Guan also simulated it in another position. If he didn't use his soul power and just used his physical body to fight, then four fatal stabs would fall on him anyway.

"Where did Xiaofeng learn this stick technique from? Putting aside the power, it's impossible to predict even such a tricky attack angle."

Yue Guan was surprised.

The dignified imperial sister next to him also spoke.

"Are you asking me?"

Bibi Dong was also curious. Jiang Qingfeng's stick technique had nothing to do with Wuhun, it was entirely his own strength.

In other words, this may be Jiang Qingfeng's hidden self-created soul skill.

"Your Majesty the Pope, didn't you teach me?"

"Then do you think I can play with a stick?"

Yue Guan was speechless. Yue Guan knew the abilities of his boss very well, and the stick had nothing to do with the boss.

For a moment Yue Guan thought of the possibility of creating his own soul skills.

"Yueguan, as far as the continuous jabs just now are concerned, how many times can you take it?" Bibi Dong asked.

Yueguan bowed and said, "Back to the Pope, if I don't use my soul power, I can take up to 26 hits, and there are still four unavoidable attacks."

(End of this chapter)