Douluo: time travel, I became Tang San

Chapter 102 The Birth of the Chief

boom!

At the moment of impact, a violent energy shock wave exploded directly on the mountain top. The mountain peak shook, the rocks were shattered, and cracks spread, continuously shaking the mountain wall down.

Tang San and Feng Wanli were almost the first to bear the brunt.

The soul defenses on their bodies were instantly destroyed, and then their bodies flew out in a mess, hitting the rock heavily, and they couldn't help but vomit blood.

The Clear Sky Hammer and Hurricane Fan in his hands were both thrown out of his hands and fell far away.

All the eyes of Wuhundian Academy were looking at the smoke-filled mountain top, and their expressions became a little nervous. The final collision of trump cards between the two sides turned out to be a lose-lose outcome.

Now, maybe it depends on who can hold on to that breath better, right?

Under the focus of many eyes, the smoke and dust on the mountain top gradually dissipated.

Then they saw the figure of Feng Wanli staggering down from the rock. At this time, his clothes were torn and his skin was torn. He no longer looked calm as before, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

However, he had no intention of paying attention to his own image at the moment, his eyes fixed on Tang San's figure in front of him.

This guy must have been seriously injured and didn't have the strength to get up, right?

It's really amazing. Even his last resort failed to directly defeat him. Instead, he dragged both sides to lose.

Feng Wanli glanced at a hammer mark on the ground in front of him, about tens of meters in diameter, which almost smashed the top of the mountain. It was caused by Tang San's previous counterattack. That force was extremely terrifying.

Obviously, this is also Tang San's trump card.

But the good thing is that he is still the one who laughs in the end.

A smile appeared on the corner of Feng Wanli's mouth with difficulty.

But before the smile could spread, he saw Tang San's figure not far away twisting and then slowly getting up. His smile suddenly froze.

At this time, Tang San was also in an extremely embarrassed state, and his whole body's soul power was weakened to the extreme.

Especially his arms, which were constantly dripping with blood.

"It didn't even fall down?!"

Feng Wanli gritted his teeth.

Tang San wiped the blood on his face, looked up at Feng Wanli, and said in a weak voice: "Do you think you won?"

Feng Wanli said in a hoarse voice: "In your current situation, I'm afraid you don't even have the strength to take a step, right?"

"Isn't it the same for you?"

Tang San stared at Feng Wanli, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Now we are all exhausted, and we don't even have the strength to raise our hands. But Feng Wanli, I think you are going to die."

Hearing this, Feng Wanli immediately sneered, but he ignored Tang San and frantically used his soul power to recover. The most important thing now was to quickly recover some soul power. Even if he could move his body, he would go directly to him when the time came.

If Tang San makes a last strike, he will be completely victorious.

"Feng Wanli, your hurricane fan is indeed difficult to use, and your speed and movement skills are extremely troublesome, but do you think, in this situation, which one is better, your wind power or my wood power?" Tang San

Showing his strong white teeth, his smile was cold.

Feng Wanli was startled at first, and then his complexion suddenly turned livid.

He actually forgot about this!

Of course, Bluesilver Grass is far slower than Feng in terms of speed, but they also have their own advantages, that is, they are long and tough, and both are extremely good at recovery effects, so if compared with the recovery speed of healing or soul power,

The latter two must win.

Feng Wanli couldn't help but have a flash of panic in his eyes, isn't it? He has endured mountains of swords and seas of fire, so he won't lose at this point, right?

So Feng Wanli began to use his soul power crazily to speed up his recovery.

Minutes pass in the blink of an eye.

Feng Wanli felt that his stiff body was showing signs of movement, and a wisp of soul power was gradually born.

This made him ecstatic.

But when he raised his head and looked over at Tang San, he found that Tang San was already twisting his body slowly. Judging from this appearance, he was now beginning to have some mobility.

Immediately, Feng Wanli felt a chill in his heart.

"Don't panic, he is just at the end of his battle. As long as he dares to get close, I can use my last bit of soul power to finish him off!" Feng Wanli comforted himself in his heart.

But when he saw Tang San, the second soul ring radiating brightly, and took out a large silver bow, his scalp suddenly became numb.

"This is? His Demonic Soul Bow."

Feng Wanli took a breath.

Tang San had so many tricks that it was difficult for people to guard against them.

However, Tang San was smiling. He stretched out his fingers, endured the severe tearing pain, and pulled up the demon soul bow little by little. The extremely thin soul power in his body gathered together, forming a circle on the bow string.

A very slender arrow.

Tang San's arms were in extremely poor condition, which caused the palms holding the bow to tremble slightly.

call out!

As soon as he loosened his fingers, the light arrow shot out fiercely. The speed was not too fast. If Feng Wanli was in his prime, he could easily dodge it, but now, he can only watch the light arrow whizzing towards him.

.

Although it was crooked, Feng Wanli's head was covered in cold sweat, and his face turned a little pale at this moment. He stared at Tang San with a twisted face, gritting his teeth and said: "Give me up? What do you mean?!"

"I'm in a bad state, please forgive me." Tang San said apologetically, there was nothing he could do, his arms were broken like this, it would be good if he could draw the bow, there was no need to care about accuracy.

call out!

A light arrow shot out and pierced his lower abdomen.

A stinging pain radiated from the lower abdomen.

The corner of Feng Wanli's mouth twitched slightly, and his face turned pale. You must know that this light arrow could not break his defense when he was completely victorious, but now it has become the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

Tang San sighed, drew his bow again, and said seriously: "Admit defeat, the victory or defeat has been decided."

The bow string is fully drawn, and the light arrow takes shape.

However, this time, before Tang San could shoot out, Feng Wanli gave up with an expressionless face.

A beam of light fell from the sky and enveloped him directly.

When Tang San saw this scene, he couldn't help being stunned, and then regretfully put away the Demonic Soul Bow in his hand.

Feng Wanli's figure was carried by the beam of light and soared into the sky.

I was immediately eliminated with some regrets and left the stage.

And at the moment Feng Wanli left the scene, a beam of light fell from the sky again and landed on Tang San. The beam of light exuded extremely pure energy of heaven and earth. At this moment, Tang San felt the recovery of injuries on his body.

Most of it.

That was the action of the healing teacher from Wuhundian Academy.

Even the depleted soul power began to become full.

Obviously, this is the treatment of being the final winner.

Feeling the recovery of strength, Tang San held his hand, and the broken ivory straight knife flew over and fell into his hand.

Then he raised his head and looked at the center of the mountain. There were rocks rising slowly, forming a staircase. At the end of the stairs, a red throne could be seen, standing quietly.

The position of chief.

Tang San laughed and breathed a sigh of relief.

I finally got the position of the leader of the fourth grade.

This knife is almost useless.

(End of chapter)