Chapter 56 Are you so impatient?
Someone in the audience looked at Shen An and asked, isn't this Mr. Shen from the teahouse? Why did he suddenly become the strongest newcomer in the spirit fighting arena?
Unfortunately no one can answer this question.
Shen An thought about it, Pang Tao asked him to be arrogant, but he really didn't know how to be arrogant, so he had to hold the sword in his hand and said:
"Those who are willing to take the stage, just come."
As soon as Shen An finished speaking, a famous soul master appeared immediately. He was as fast as a fox. He only saw a blurry figure flashing past and then boarded the soul fighting platform.
Many soul masters watched blankly as this man rolled onto the stage, a little stunned. Wasn't he going up now? I haven’t talked about how to challenge on stage, whether it’s drawing lots or signing up.
The man is in his twenties, wearing black clothes. He has a thin body, sparse eyebrows, and unusually long limbs. The man smiles with a cunning look and his voice is high-pitched:
"I'm sorry, I'm really itchy. I don't know what conditions are required to challenge this person, and whether I meet them."
Doudou, the female host in white dress, was also confused. Was she too impatient? Can’t wait to go on stage to defeat Shen An and receive the reward?
Doudou calmly looked up at Pang Tao and saw Pang Tao nodding slightly. Doudou immediately understood what Pang Tao meant, which was to let her go ahead with the arrangement.
Doudou couldn't help but look at Shen An curiously. He was so young and had Pang Tao trusting his strength so much. He didn't know which big family he was a disciple of.
"Haha, of course it does. This time our rules are different from the previous draws. You can challenge as long as you get on stage." Doudou said softly.
Many soul masters in the rest area who wanted to take the stage regretted it.
In their opinion, with Shen An's age and the promotion and rewards of the Great Soul Fighting Arena, there must be a child of a certain big family who wants to come and experience it.
They are just starting out and don't know how high the sky is. Being so young, they must have no actual combat experience. Even if the martial soul is of good quality, it will never be their opponent. And isn't this just to give them money?
As a result, they were gearing up one by one to teach this rookie a lesson and receive a wave of generous rewards, but Chen Liu, the shameless man, went directly to the stage.
Although today's publicity about Soto City attracted a lot of people, the scope was ultimately small, and not even a quarter of Soto City was spread.
These soul masters naturally know each other on weekdays, and at least they know each other's characteristics. After all, the soul fighting field is so big, and they can't see each other all day long.
Chen Liu is also considered a good one among the great soul masters. With his civet martial soul, he is extremely fast, his claws are poisonous, and his soul power is as high as level 29.
It can be said that as long as he does not encounter a control-type soul master, Chen Liu has certain advantages against any other soul master
Shen An smiled brightly. This was because he was being looked down upon. He was so eager to eat, thinking that he could be pinched to death.
"In this case, I won't say any more unnecessary words. I believe everyone wants to see the strength of our strongest newcomer and look forward to the wonderful performance of the two."
As she spoke, white light suddenly burst out from Doudou's body, a wisp of white suddenly appeared on her wavy brown hair, and a pair of white wings stretched out from behind her.
Three yellow soul rings appeared behind her at the same time. Her third soul ring lit up, and then she flew into the air with her amplified soul guide.
"Then, now I announce that Chen Liu, the 29th-level battle soul master who owns the Lingli Martial Spirit, will fight against Shen An, the owner of the Nine-leaf Sword Grass Martial Spirit."
"Two soul masters, please pay attention. Now you have one minute to summon your own martial soul. You can only attack when I announce the start."
"It won't end until one party admits defeat or falls off the soul fighting platform."
As expected, Doudou was specially appointed by Pang Tao to host the competition. Not only was he hot and sweet, but his soft voice was even more enjoyable when he sounded in the spirit fighting arena.
The man named Chen Liu who possessed the spirit of the raccoon spirit smiled and released his spirit. As his bones changed, he made a crackling sound like exploding beans, and his whole body shrank by three points.
Two hundred-year-old soul rings rose, a pair of civet cat claws stretched out, and the whole person bent down like a civet cat. The pupils in his eyes were erected as if looking at prey, looking at Shen An, as if to say that he was sure to be defeated.
Shen An reached forward and grabbed it, and the Nine-leaf Sword Grass suddenly appeared in his palm. Shen An did not deliberately control the fluctuations of his soul power. Since he wanted to become famous, he had to be crazy. Unparalleled sword energy spread out in all directions, shocking the white pigeon spirit master Doudou who was in the air and quickly raised his height in the air again.
Doudou looked at Shen An in horror, how could it be that for a great soul master, the scattered sword energy alone made her, a soul master, feel a sense of crisis.
Chen Liu was also frightened. With such power, how high is the quality of this guy's martial spirit? Could it be the legendary top martial spirit? !
No matter, now that the soul fighting has begun, defeat him, and spare his life at most. After all, he can't afford to offend these big families.
Doudou took a deep breath: "Start!"
"Buzz!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Liu was about to activate his soul skill, which caught the boy off guard when he noticed a blurry figure suddenly appeared beside him, and a cold and sharp feeling came from his neck.
As soon as he made a move, Shen An immediately started to fight close to his body, and his whole body exploded at an extremely fast speed, which was only faster than the agility attack type soul master.
You must know that the order in which Shen An obtained the martial arts spirits was the top martial arts spirits, the super martial arts spirits, and the ultimate martial arts spirits.
Each time is equivalent to a new evolution of the body, which is equivalent to the system subtly improving Shen An three times. This is why the life of the soul ring absorbed by Shen An is so high.
The increase brought to the body by multiple martial soul upgrades, coupled with the effect of high-year soul rings, make Shen An's physical attributes superior to those of soul masters of the same level.
Chen Liu felt the coldness on his neck in shock, and cold sweat suddenly broke out on his head. He never dreamed that a great soul master could have such speed. He had never heard that the sword was of the agility type.
No, he's not a sword, his martial spirit is sword grass. Chen Liu just feels like fuck, the grass can't be of the agility attack type. It needs to be controlled or treated.
Shen An said calmly: "Should you admit defeat, or should I send you down?"
Chen Liu swallowed a mouthful of saliva, raised his hands and said tremblingly: "I~I~."
"I recognize your mother."
While Chen Liu was speaking, his body suddenly flashed. He was almost an afterimage, his claws stretched out, and two hundred-year-old soul skills lit up one after another, namely speed amplification and claw poison quenching.
He actually wanted Shen An to mistakenly think that he was admitting defeat, thereby catching Shen An off guard.
The sharp claw whizzed out and hit Shen An on the head. Once it hit, not to mention the power of the claw itself, the toxicity alone would make Shen An eat a pot.
Shen An's right hand turned into an afterimage, and the sword light flashed, brightening up the eyes of the audience present. It was such a beautiful sword light, but there was incomparable terror hidden under this sword light.
"Ah!"
A shrill cry sounded in the air, and Chen Liu's claws fell off. Shen An didn't wait for him to react, and quickly kicked Chen Liu's chest.
The bright red blood that splattered from Chen Liu's wound was scattered in the air as his body fell down.
Shen An looked at Chen Liu with disdain. He meant no harm, but Chen Liu didn't know how to live or die, so he would punish him.
Chen Liu held his right hand and cried bitterly. Whether it was the increase brought by the martial soul's possession or the sharpness of the claws themselves, they were like paper in front of the sword.
Shen An raised his head and said: "Miss Doudou, I won this round."
Doudou stared at this scene blankly, the frequency of flapping his wings decreasing, and then he quickly said:
"The winner of this game is Shen An."
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