Douluo: Starting from the engagement with Zhu Zhuqing.

Chapter 53 Testing

At the other end of the passage, a plain white figure slowly appeared.

His golden hair is slightly shawl, his face is resolute, his figure is as straight as a gun.

A pair of black eyes are like cold stars in the dark night.

As soon as he appeared on the stage, there was a commotion in the duel field, and many girls were secretly excited, with extraordinary splendor.

Several snorts suddenly sounded from the high platform, one from Zhu Zhuyue and the other from Davis.

Davis felt that Dai Yao, a brat, was better at selling than him, so he became angry and snorted coldly.

"You brat, you're really showing off. Let's see how proud you are after today." Zhu Zhuyue thought angrily.

Then she looked at Zhu Zhuqing maliciously, but was blocked by Dai Hengyu.

Dai Hengyu's tone was not serious, and he raised his eyebrows at Zhu Zhuqing and said: "Dai Yao's little girlfriend, if you think someone is too boring, why not sit here with me?"

Hearing the words "little girlfriend", Zhu Zhuqing blushed and moved away from Zhu Zhuyue without leaving a trace.

There have been changes on the field, too.

"Have you finally stopped being a coward?" Dai Yaming snorted coldly, looking at Dai Yao not far away.

Since the battle between Fatty and Dai Yao, Fatty is still unable to move even with the help of the auxiliary soul master.

Fatty's failure made him lose face. Many nobles who followed him abandoned him. For a while, his power shrank a lot.

The culprit of both of them is Dai Yao.

Hearing Dai Yaming's words, Dai Yao just smiled faintly: "We both know the reason for this infamy, so why bother? Such simple words can't affect my mentality."

Dai Yaming's face suddenly darkened a lot. Although he was powerful, he was more accustomed to being a strategizing general rather than a charging warrior.

At this moment, a Soul Emperor-level referee came on stage.

He flew high into the sky and pressed his hands to signal everyone to be quiet: "Please keep quiet, don't affect the outcome of the game."

Then he came to the two of them and said: "No knives or hidden weapons are allowed during the competition. The one who falls down on the ring is the loser, and the one who voluntarily admits defeat is the loser. Do you two have any objections?"

"No." Dai Yao and Dai Yao said in unison.

The two people's eyes met in the air, and the fighting spirit rose in their hearts.

"Game start!"

The referee lowered his hand and announced the official start of the game.

Dai Yaming first possessed the spirit of martial arts, and the word "王" on his forehead exuded majesty that could not be looked directly at.

"Dai Yaming, level 29 attack-type battle spirit master, martial spirit white tiger, please give me your advice!"

Even though they were a hundred meters away, the powerful fluctuations in soul power made the first row of spectators breathe quickly, and their hearts felt heavy, as if they were being weighed down by a huge boulder.

Even the audience on the highest stone steps can feel a faint sense of pressure.

The gap in martial arts brought immense pressure to the audience, and the surging soul power also frightened them.

They could not imagine how much pressure Dai Yao, the most rival, was under.

But at this time, Dai Yao couldn't feel the slightest pressure.

His skin pulsed, pushing away all stress. Although there is a six-level soul power gap between him and Dai Yaming, it does not affect him at all.

"Three years of hard work have not been in vain after all." Dai Yao was secretly happy.

Under the waterfall, I practiced hard for three years and endured the pressure, just for now!

The difference in soul power will no longer affect him.

He bowed his hands and said: "Dai Yao, a level 23 attack-type battle soul master, a sacred white tiger of martial souls, please give me your advice!"

Before he finished speaking, he used his explosive step, and like a white lightning, he quickly struck Dai Yaming.

In the process of flying, the sacred white tiger spirit is attached to the body. Although the wings behind him cannot really fly, they can provide a considerable increase in speed.

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Dai Yaming.

"So fast!" Dai Yaming thought in shock.

Dai Yao's eyes reflected his frightened face.

It was only a few breaths from when Dai Yao finished speaking to when Dai Yao appeared in front of him.

"How is it possible that my soul power has no suppression on him!" Cold sweat fell from his face.

This lightning-fast speed caused exclamations in the duel field to continue, rising and falling like a sea wave.

They were surprised not only by the speed, but also by the martial spirit in the white light.

The terrifying pressure from the martial spirit.

Some people with bad intentions can't even hide the panic on their faces.

If the pressure brought by Dai Yaming's White Tiger Martial Spirit was like a stone weighing on their hearts, then the pressure brought by the sacred White Tiger Martial Spirit was like a mountain weighing on their hearts.

Suffocating.

"It's so beautiful." Bishop Ferdinand looked at Dai Yao's martial spirit in fascination and said with emotion.

This was the third time he saw this martial spirit, but every time he saw it, he was shocked.

Just from the beginning, the situation took a turn for the worse.

Dai Yao looked at Dai Yaming coldly, tightened his right fist, and the liquid soul power in his body was roaring like a river in his body!

"Baji - collapse!"

The fist force struck Dai Yaming with an unparalleled momentum with a harsh sound of breaking the wind.

His punch was filled with dark energy. As long as it hit Dai Yaming, he could temporarily lose his combat effectiveness. Just like the last battle with Fatty, the battle would be resolved in lightning speed.

But after all, Dai Yaming is not an easy person to deal with. How could someone defeated by Davis be defeated so easily.

The first yellow soul ring lights up, followed by the white tiger protective barrier!

thump—

The huge collision sound resounded throughout the entire duel field, and cracks actually appeared on the ground under Dai Yaming's feet.

You know, this is a place that can withstand a soul king level battle.

Many people covered their ears. The sound was so loud that their ears could not stand it.

When they looked towards the duel field, they found that the two of them had separated.

After Baji Beng was blocked, the two briefly fought several times, and Dai Yao found that he was obviously suppressed by Dai Yaming.

Without the use of soul skills, he is not Dai Yaming's opponent. The gap in actual combat experience between the two is too big, just like when he fought Dai Mubai three years ago.

The gap in practical experience.

After all, in the past three years, Dai Yao had been sitting for three years, cultivating his soul power and had no time to take into account actual combat.

"This is the move you used to defeat Fatty. How could I not be prepared if you defeated Fatty with this move?" Dai Yaming smiled faintly.

"According to the fat man's description, when he took your move that day, he felt pain all over his internal organs. This must be An Jin."

Dai Yao smiled and shook his head. Since Dai Yaming already knew the secret power of Baji Beng, it seemed that he couldn't make a quick decision.

As long as Baji Beng hits, he can achieve the effect of winning with one blow, but he didn't expect Dai Yaming to be prepared for it.

If the white tiger's protective barrier cannot be broken, Bajibeng's dark energy will have no effect on Dai Yaming.

When he was a first-level soul master, Baji Beng's power was strong enough, but as a great soul master, Baji Beng's power was gradually insufficient, and it made sense that he couldn't break the white tiger's protective barrier.

"Now, let's start the real battle!" Dai Yao's energy flashed. Since the strange trick didn't work, he would win the duel with dignity!

As the soul power fluctuated, two soul rings were slowly released.

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