Douluo: Why do you need to fight one-on-one when you can fight in groups?

Chapter 113 Believe in the sword in your hand, find your own way, comprehend! !
What is this requirement? !

I've never seen such a request! ?

"In that case, then I will fulfill you!?"

The flames on the opponent's stone armor continue to burn.

His martial soul is also very special.

For now, his five soul abilities all form a personal fusion ability with each other.

For example, the current state is the soul ability after the fusion of the fourth soul ability Rock Heavy Armor and the second soul ability Flame Armor.

The increase is the degree of 1+1=2.

Rocks focus on defense, not strength.

Flame heavy force.

It stands to reason that possessing such a special martial spirit would be more popular in various forces, but he was born in a poor family, and he wasted the early stage. Now that he is nearly 50 years old, he can't make up for it.

Otherwise, he wouldn't become a frequently defeated general in the soul king field, with a strength of level 59, he lost many times to soul masters below level 55, including even level 51.

Mu Zige and his opponent fought together again, this time both sides tried their best.

Gradually, it became more and more difficult for Mu Zige, who was already at a disadvantage, to resist, but the barrier that he felt vaguely in his heart was still the same as before.

"Ding!"

Once again, Mu Zige swung the opponent away with a sword, but Mu Zige was powerless to pursue the victory. The part of the white clothes not protected by the armor was shattered, and the armor itself also had cracks, as if it would be broken in the next moment.

The opponent also looked very embarrassed, the stone armor all over his body was missing bits and pieces, especially the stone armor on his chest was empty.

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it. Since I've been crippled to such a degree, it's fine to lose to the soul king. I didn't expect... I almost lost to a soul sect today. Really..."

This is the emotion from the often defeated general, but there is a deep sense of sadness in this voice.

His martial spirit is not bad, but because of the neglect in the early stage, he has become like this. It is no exaggeration to call himself the weakest soul king.

After sighing, it's time to start.

First round……

Deathmatch victory.

The first white soul ring lit up, and the invisible ball behind it turned blue and fell down.

It turned into bits of brilliance, squeezed into the gaps in the stone armor, and then vines grew out one by one, wrapping around the stone armor.

The opponent rushed forward, and the pair of iron fists struck with powerful force just like before.

But this time, Mu Zige had no intention of resisting.

He stared straight at the opponent's punching fist, closed his eyes, grasped the Jingchen Seven Star Sword tightly, and felt the barrier.

It seemed to be crumbling, and Mu Zige's body also exuded a faint inexplicable aura.

but……

What else is there?
In private room No. [-], Tang Lingling, Zhu Zhuqing...etc. Everyone, who had been nervous all the time, opened their eyes wide and their bodies moved subconsciously, but soon realized that they couldn't do anything like this.

Zhu Zhuqing, Hu Liena, and Yan immediately looked at Bibi Dong: "Teacher (Pope)!"

Then came the others.

And Tang Lingling, at this moment, guessed what Mu Zige wanted to do. She had mentioned this method to Mu Zige.

It is to use death to comprehend the way of swordsmanship.

"What's the use of this!! Your opponent doesn't know the way of swordsmanship, and his comprehension may be infinitely reduced."

Tang Lingling cursed secretly in her heart, and blamed herself for not being able to explain clearly the pros and cons to Mu Zige.

Tang Lingling looked at Bibi Dong with a serious expression, and said, "Teacher, please tell Mu Zige. The way of swordsmanship is not comprehended in this way. You need to determine the direction of your own way of swordsmanship. For example, I use revenge as strength, integrate anger into sword moves, and comprehend Sword power. When I was almost relieved, I naturally comprehended the sword intent. Finally..."

"Believe in yourself, and believe that the sword in your hand can help you win. If you don't even believe in your sword, how can you understand the power of the sword?"

Bibi Dong nodded lightly.

And the referee started his commentary again, thinking that the "Spirit Ball" contestant would definitely win this time, because the "Xing Tian" contestant had lost his will to fight.

He thought to himself, this Xing Tian looked like he was going to die, how could there be another reversal.

If there is any more, he will eat his own martial soul.

On the ring, Mu Zige was sent flying by the opponent's punch.

At this moment, the ear cavity buzzed, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and fell to the ground.

The opponent was stunned, not understanding why Mu Zige didn't fight back, could it be...

Enough to live?
Unhappy life?
"Cough cough."

Mu Zige stood up, looking blankly at the sword in his hand.

don't understand why,
Obviously only a little bit short, but this point, why is it impossible to "break through" it?

"Little pigeon."

The pope's voice suddenly came to his ear, Mu Zige raised his head, his eyes scanned the auditorium, and at the same time, the voice in his ear kept saying:
Lingling, let me tell you the way of the sword..."

"Determine the direction of your sword path..."

"Trust in your sword..."

"If you don't even want to believe in your sword, how can you... understand the sword?"

Mu Zige lowered his head again, looking at the sword in his hand: "Do you believe in your sword...?"

"boom."

The aura of the sword was slowly gathering, and Mu Zige finally broke through that layer of barrier and comprehended the aura of the sword.

The opponent was suspicious, thinking that Mu Zige was planning a big move.

After playing for so long, he dare not underestimate Mu Zige.

It's just that when he was about to make a move, an old and majestic voice suddenly came from his ears, and his body froze in place immediately, no longer moving.

Mu Zige stared at the sword in his hand, with a smile in his eyes, a handsome face reflected on the smooth surface of the sword.

"Can you lead me to victory in this battle?" Mu Zige murmured, but...

There is still a long way to go.

The ever-increasing sword potential stopped growing.

At this moment, Mu Zige can be regarded as having comprehended the sword power, but it can also be said that he doesn't count.

Because he still can't believe in his sword wholeheartedly, and hasn't fully comprehended his own way.

Believing in one's own sword is not just a word of advice, what a comprehension can do, what is needed is getting along with each other over time...

victory!

"Then... let's win this match!?"

Mu Zige held the Clean Dust Seven Star Sword in his right hand, and stretched out his left hand.

The mechanical eight spider lances activated the super-transformation form, and the super kabu...cough, turned into a soft sword.

It's really soft and can be bent at will.

On another high platform next to the ring, the corner of the referee's mouth twitched, could something have happened?
do i really want to...

Mu Zige fought against his opponent again.

But once again the battle.

Mu Zige himself has no confidence.

Although he had comprehended the sword power, his physical strength had only recovered a little.

It can be said to be physically and mentally exhausted.

The attack during the fight also seemed much softer.

But he had to win this victory with his sword.Otherwise, it would be more and more difficult for Mu Zige to walk on the road of sword in the future.

What made Mu Zige feel strange was that the opponent's attack was obviously much stiffer than before, and many very obvious flaws were exposed.

Mu Zige looked at his panting opponent and frowned.

The fight continues.

When the last sword slapped on the opponent, the opponent was lying on the ring weakly, looking at Mu Zige nervously.

Mu Zige retracted the sword, looked at the referee and was about to speak, but suddenly froze.

"Xiao Ke, don't kill this guy, I made an agreement with him."

Mu Zige smiled wryly, and muttered in his heart:
"Grandpa Qian Daoliu? No wonder he fought so strangely afterwards?"

"But I never intended to kill him."

(End of this chapter)