Douluo: My Wuhun Tetanus Blade

Chapter 72 His martial soul is obviously not a sword, why is it so cheap?

Author: Little talk

Chapter 72 His martial soul is obviously not a sword, why is it so cheap?

Because the number of people is getting smaller and smaller, the competition is going very fast.

The next game of 80 into 40 officially started with the teacher from Kamikaze Academy walking quickly with the number draw box in his arms.

Many people had already drawn numbers before, and when it was Wang Mo's turn, there were only a dozen number cards left in the box.

He stretched out his fingers and stirred it inside.

The next second, Wang Mo pulled his palm out.

I casually glanced at my number, and it seemed that I was very lucky. It turned out to be a lucky seven.

"Senior Tianheng, what's your number?" Wang Mo turned to look at Yu Tianheng next to him.

Sighing, a number plate numbered two was placed against his eyes by Yu Tianheng, who looked up at the sky.

"Winning first place."

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At this stage of the game, the numbers drawn are actually the same, and the opponent has either three rings or four rings.

Although there are still two-ring soul masters left, they are only a minority after all. Except for the extremely lucky Sons of Luck, it can be said that there are no weak ones at all.

"Come on, believe in yourself."

Seeing that he didn't seem to be very interested, Wang Mo patted his shoulder lightly.

What's going on with young people today?

You don't even know who your opponent is, and your strength hasn't been revealed yet, so why do you think you're going to lose?

At this time, the referee's whistle came from the court at the right time.

"come on!"

Turning his head and grinning at Wang Mo, Yu Tianheng took a deep breath and strode onto the field with the attitude of a warrior who is gone and never comes back.

Judging from his appearance, if there is no accident, there should be no accident.

He shook his head with a smile, and Wang Mo followed closely and started to appear.

Site No. 6.

Before he could get closer, a familiar figure appeared in Wang Mo's sight. Judging from the direction he was heading, it seemed that he had the same goal as himself.

Just a few seconds.

When he saw Feng Xiaotian standing coquettishly a few meters away from him, Wang Mo finally determined that this guy was his next opponent.

It is indeed a lucky seven number plate.

He was able to meet the few two-ring great soul masters.

"Old Feng, you are still here." Wang Mo waved his hand with a smile on his face.

Hear the words.

Feng Xiaotian was just about to say hello to him when his raised palm suddenly stopped in the air, and the bright smile suddenly froze on his face.

What do you mean I'm still here?

Are you specifically saying that I haven’t been eliminated yet, or that I haven’t died yet?

The greeting that had already reached his lips was swallowed back by Feng Xiaotian. He looked at the person opposite with a mean smile and heard him say coldly.

"No, Wang Mo. Being able to fight here is enough to show that your strength is pretty good, but it only goes so far. Your good luck ended the moment you met me."

Looking at the opponent with one hand in his pocket, he didn't know what an opponent was. After saying harsh words, he turned around coolly and went to find Feng Xiaotian, who was registering the record with the referee teacher.

Wang Mo smiled slightly.

"Really."

Soon, the soul shield around the venue came down under the control of the referee teacher.

I saw a flash of green light in Feng Xiaotian's eyes, and his two eyes suddenly turned into four, and streams of green wind-attribute energy continued to circle around his body.

"Feng Xiaotian, a third-year student at Shenfeng Academy, a two-headed demon wolf with a martial soul, Gale Wind, and a level 27 attack-type battle soul master. Please give me your advice!"

Wang Mo couldn't help but secretly admire the other party's voice that turned into a double voice after being possessed by the martial spirit.

As expected of a single man with two heads, even his voice changed when he spoke.

The soul ring rose up under his feet, and Wang Mo held the Tetanus Blade on his shoulder, tilting his head to look at his beloved relatives and friends opposite.

"Wang Mo, a first-year student at Tiandou Academy, a martial soul named Tetanus Blade, a level 23 assault-type battle soul master, please give me your advice!"

The second soul ring shines.

The century-old soul ring skill Possessed by Two Wolves.

The translucent shadow of the martial spirit that appeared on his body due to the possession of the martial spirit instantly merged with Feng Xiaotian, causing his aura to suddenly surge.

Attack, defense, agility, and all attributes are increased by 50%.

Feng Xiaotian stepped hard on the ground with his right foot, and the muscles in Feng Xiaotian's legs tightened instantly with strength and beauty.

There was only a whooshing sound, and only a faint afterimage was left on the spot.

In just one breath, he arrived in front of Wang Mo from several meters away.

The first soul ring shines.

Centennial Soul Ring Technique Wind Blade Array.

Opening his ten fingers, the gray-white nails instantly expanded by more than a foot, and the blue light shone in his eyes. Feng Xiaotian stared at Wang Mo who was retreating rapidly, and raised his hand to swing out ten and a half arcs from the wolf claws.

Blue wind blade.

In this way, they tried to block all Wang Mo's escape routes and force him to confront him head-on.

The rapidly approaching wind blade was reflected in his pupils.

Wang Mo held the tetanus blade in his hand, with an electric light on his body. His feet continuously changed and stepped on the ground within a two-meter radius. His whole body was as slippery as a loach, and he easily escaped Feng Xiaotian's blockade.

To be honest, Feng Xiaotian's attributes after being possessed by the twin wolves are indeed a bit weak.

However, it is obviously impossible to capture Wang Mo just by relying on this.

Feng Xiaotian's speed is very fast, and his attack power is also very impressive. However, with the speed bonus of the first soul ring skill Thunder, Wang Mo can still cope with it even though his speed is a little slower.

If you keep using soul skills that greatly increase your own strength and maintain them for a long time, it will consume a lot of soul power.

Seeing that Feng Xiaotian on the other side was completely ignoring the consumption and wanted to end the battle quickly with fierce attacks, which was the usual style of an attack-type soul master, Wang Mo dodged his attack while taunting him.

"Lao Feng, have you not eaten? Please hurry up!"

"Use your strength, you must use your strength!"

"You are still so young, Lao Feng, are you already on your last legs?"

"Yeah~ That's it, don't stop!"

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Around the playground, watching Wang Mo running back and forth in an S line, and listening to the words of tiger and wolf that he would sound from time to time, the students of Shenfeng Academy all had black lines on their heads.

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Is this something you can listen to without paying any money?

On the highest stand.

Meng Shenji looked at Shen Mengjing's fierce glare next to him, with relief in his eyes, but his face couldn't help but blush.

I am happy because the outcome is already determined.

Blushing, it’s because I won’t show my face at all!

Even though Wang Mo was from his own college, the words that kept coming out of his mouth made Meng Shenji want to hit him.

His martial spirit is obviously not a sword, why is it so cheap?

In the field.

After attacking for a long time, Feng Xiaotian suddenly woke up from Wang Mola's hateful words.

Feeling that he still had less than 50% of his soul power left in his body, Wang Mo's face suddenly darkened when he looked at the person on the other side who had almost no consumption and still retained at least 80% of his soul power.

Even if no one reminded him, he knew that he had just been irritated.

Looking back at Feng Xiaotian who quickly calmed down and stopped, Wang Mo, who had been being chased and beaten, also stopped in his tracks.

All opera singers are very particular about you singing and then I come on stage.

Although it is still a little short of the expected consumption of 60 to 70% of the opponent's soul power, it doesn't matter.

Looking at Feng Xiaotian who looked cautious on the other side and quickly switched from offense to defense, Wang Mo, who was holding the Wuhun Tetanus Blade, tilted his mouth.

"Feng Xiaotian, being able to hit here is enough to show that your strength is pretty good, but it only goes so far. Your good luck ended the moment you met me."

(End of chapter)