Chapter 6 Fighting Soul!
"How can I participate in the soul fighting?" Dai Yao asked.
"The academy's soul fighting platform is generally used for discussions and settling grievances. As long as you can match your opponent, your highness will be able to fight souls with others."
"And if His Highness can become number one on the Soul Fighting Arena list, there will be a monthly reward of 10,000 gold soul coins." Yang Mingxin whispered softly, introducing the rules and uses of the academy's Soul Fighting Arena.
"Are there many people fighting souls in normal times?" Dai Yao frowned when he saw that there was only one soul fighting platform.
It seems that if he wants to fight, he still needs to line up!
How much precious time would be wasted!
"There are quite a few, and most of them are students at the level of great soul masters and students of first-level soul masters. As for the third-level soul masters, they basically go to the Star Luo Great Soul Fighting Arena in the city to fight souls." Yang Mingxin said softly replied.
"But if Your Highness doesn't want to wait and just wants to fight souls with others, you can choose to rent a soul fighting platform, but you need to pay rent, ten gold soul coins per hour!" Yang Mingxin explained very comprehensively.
"Is that so..." Dai Yao nodded thoughtfully.
Yang Mingxin leads the way.
"Did you sign up? Name, soul power level." The teacher in charge of registration said when he saw Dai Yao and the others approaching.
"Dai Yao, a fourteenth-level one-ring soul master." Dai Yao said calmly.
"Level fourteen!"
Yang Mingxin and Dong Hui exclaimed at the same time.
What's all the fuss about? Isn't it level fourteen?
There are many first-ring soul masters in the academy!
Wait!
Dai Yao...
The teacher in charge of registration looked at Dai Yao with a dull expression.
Only then did he notice that the white tiger pattern symbolizing the Xingluo royal family was embroidered on the chest of Dai Yao's white-gold school uniform.
"Zhang Bai, see you, Your Highness!" Zhang Bai bowed at ninety degrees and saluted, his voice trembling.
"Don't be nervous, I want to book a soul fighting platform." Dai Yao took out fifty gold soul coins and placed them in front of the teacher in charge of registration.
The registration teacher looked at the money bag handed over and looked slightly stunned.
"Okay." The teacher accepted the money bag and said, "Your Highness, what kind of spirit-fighting opponent do you want."
"First-ring soul master, no level limit! In addition, as a stipulation, as long as he can defeat me, I will give him an extra thousand gold soul coins!" Dai Yao said calmly.
One thousand gold soul coins is his entire current net worth.
He is not like Davis, who is favored by Dai Tianyang and Zhu Yuqing and has no worries about money!
Although he is the eldest prince in name, apart from the one hundred gold soul coins fixed every month, he only has the legacy left by the wind chime.
The daily expenses in the house and the resources needed for daily cultivation are all included.
Fortunately, there were only three maids in his place.
But in the past few years, it has been almost exhausted.
The registration teacher looked at Dai Yao in surprise and adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on his face.
"Okay, I've written it down."
"When one of the soul fighting platforms is empty, you can go up." The registration teacher said.
Dai Yao turned and left.
"Your Highness, do you really want to fight with others?" Dong Hui asked tentatively.
"Yeah." Dai Yao nodded in response.
Around the Soul Fighting Platform, there are hundreds of seats to watch the battle.
Dai Yao took sisters Yang Mingxin and Dong Hui to the auditorium and sat down.
At this time, Dai Yao noticed a place where a large group of people were surrounding, and there were constant noisy noises.
Dai Yao took a closer look and saw that someone was opening a handicap, and he couldn't help but become a little interested.
"Later, when I fight souls, will there be a gambling game?" Dai Yao asked softly.
"There should be... yes." Yang Mingxin replied uncertainly.
Not much time.
When a spirit fighting stage was empty, a person in charge of the spirit fighting arena appeared on the stage and announced what happened to Dai Yao.
After learning about Dai Yao's request, many people looked interested.
Even the students who were fighting souls on the four soul fighting stages all cast surprised glances. On the Soul Fighting Stage No. 5.
"Ning Yuanzhi, soul power level 19! Martial soul earth-shattering gun!"
"First Prince, if something unexpected happens, I hope you will forgive me!"
In front of Dai Yao, a young man of about ten years old looked solemn. At this moment, he was holding a spear as black as ink, and a yellow soul ring surrounded him.
Compared to Dai Yao, Ning Yuanzhi is much taller.
"Come on." As soon as Dai Yao finished speaking, he took the initiative.
"The first soul skill - Sky Breaking!" Ning Yuanzhi shouted.
The yellow soul ring around him suddenly shone.
The tip of the ground-breaking gun was suddenly shrouded in black light.
The sharp breath overflows from the surface, making it suffocating!
At the same time, Ning Yuanzhi's speed also suddenly accelerated. The second one arrived in front of Dai Yao first, and stabbed Dai Yao's chest with a powerful shot!
Dai Yao's pupils shrank, he turned sideways, and at the same time reached out to push away the spear that was about to fall on him.
When Ning Yuanzhi saw that his attack failed, he frowned and swiped the gun.
Dai Yao struck back, grabbed the gun body with both hands, kicked Ning Yuanzhi in the waist with a flying kick!
"ah!"
Ning Yuanzhi only felt a huge force coming from his waist. Pain instantly hit his heart, and he couldn't help but let out a cry of pain.
"Ding-deng-deng!"
Ning Yuanzhi stepped back continuously, rolled to one side several times, covered his waist with his hands, and sweat dripped from his forehead.
"Give it back to you!"
Dai Yao threw the ground-breaking spear towards Ning Yuanzhi with his backhand.
"Put it away!" Ning Yuanzhi quickly used his soul seal and put away the ground-breaking gun.
"First Prince, it seems that you still don't understand the characteristics of weapon souls. It is unrealistic to use other people's martial souls to attack others." Ning Yuanzhi forced a smile.
Dai Yao stepped forward again, his speed obviously faster.
"What's going on!"
Ning Yuanzhi frowned and summoned the ground-breaking gun again, preparing to deal with it.
"Ah!" Dai Yao's fist roared in!
Ning Yuanzhi also quickly danced the ground-breaking spear.
The two immediately fought together and were inseparable!
"hateful!"
"Why is this happening!"
Ning Yuanzhi's forehead was dripping with sweat, and his figure kept retreating.
He actually felt that his speed could not keep up with Dai Yao's attack frequency.
"Drink!" Dai Yao grabbed Ning Yuanzhi's chance to resist and kicked Ning Yuanzhi in the abdomen.
"Whoa!"
Ning Yuanzhi felt his stomach churn and spit out a large mouthful of bitter water mixed with a bit of bright red.
"Qiang!"
Ning Yuanzhi flew backwards, slashing more than ten meters on the ground with his ground-breaking gun, leaving a deep mark on the Soul Fighting Platform.
What a heavy leg!
Ning Yuanzhi’s face was full of solemnity, and the severe pain in his abdomen made the corners of his mouth tremble slightly.
"Your Highness, I surrender!" Ning Yuanzhi's deep voice sounded.
"Go down." Dai Yao nodded.
Ning Yuanzhi stood with his ground-breaking spear in hand, covering his abdomen with his hands, and walked off the stage in embarrassment.
"Don't worry about my identity. If you want to fight for souls, just come!" Dai Yao looked around and said loudly.
However, the only response to him was silence!
(End of chapter)