Douluo Dalu: White Tiger

Chapter 149 Too conservative
After hearing Ye Xuan's voice, Tie Xiong reached out his hand, took the Golden Soul Card handed over, and agreed: "Yes, sir."

Ye Xuan waved his hands, not paying attention to Tie Xiong's words. Instead, he put his arms around Qian Renxue and asked, "Xue'er, do you want to eat more cakes? If you do, ask Tie Xiong to bring some back."

"Then let's take some back. There's nothing else to do anyway, so just kill time." Qian Renxue looked towards the competition stage below with a look of boredom in her eyes.

"Tie Xiong, remember to bring back three servings of pastries." After Ye Xuan gave the order, he set his sights on the competition stage. Although he didn't know what the odds were for Qing Sheng, he knew that Qing Sheng would definitely win. If he bet on Qing Sheng to win and evened the odds, then he would definitely make a profit.

After hearing Ye Xuan's instructions, Tie Xiong took the Golden Soul Card and walked out of the box. As soon as he walked out of the box, he also took out his own Golden Soul Card from his body and prepared to place a bet.

If the young master and the young lady were to compete in a fighting spirit contest, then I could only bet on their victory, which would be a sure win. After all, among people of the same level, there was no way anyone could compare to the young master and the young lady.

Therefore, as long as you bet on winning, it is basically like picking up money for free...

Tie Xiong quickly came to the betting place, took a look at the odds of both parties, and first used his own Gold Soul Card to place a bet, and then used Ye Xuan's Gold Soul Card to level the odds. After everything was done, Tie Xiong smiled, carried three cakes, and went to the direction of the box...

On the competition stage, Qing Sheng looked at his opponent, and the long-lost fighting spirit came to his mind. In order to respect his opponent, Qing Sheng released his Azure Dragon martial spirit, and his body flashed: yellow, purple, and four soul rings.

"Qingsheng, martial soul - Qinglong, level 43 strong attack system, four-ring fighting soul sect." Qingsheng looked at the person in front of him and made a starting posture.

"Wang Zhong, martial soul - Red Fire Ape, level 47 strong attack system, four-ring fighting soul." Wang Zhong looked at Qing Sheng, who also released his martial soul and reported his martial soul and soul power level.

However, there was a hint of solemnity in Wang Zhong's eyes. Although his soul power was four levels higher than Qing Sheng's, he felt a kind of suppression from the essence of his martial soul on Qing Sheng's body. Moreover, since he was suppressed, he could only exert 80% of his original strength, which was suppressed by 20%.

Therefore, Wang Zhong felt that this time his opponent was a little unusual. If he wanted to win, he had to go all out. Otherwise, his chances of winning would be slim.

The host standing in the middle of the field, after seeing that neither side was ready, immediately said: "It seems that both sides are ready. Then, the competition officially begins!"

As soon as the host finished speaking, Wang Zhong rushed towards Qing Sheng first, jumped high, clenched his right hand into a fist, with soul power constantly gathering in his fist, and attacked Qing Sheng directly.

Qing Sheng saw the incoming fist and quickly thought of a way to defend himself in his mind. He also figured out how he would attack next time and how he should counterattack.

Qing Sheng stretched out a palm to block Wang Zhong's fist, and then leaned back. Wang Zhong instinctively swept towards Qing Sheng. However, Qing Sheng had already seen through his attack, so he dodged it directly and did not hurt Qing Sheng at all.

Qing Sheng saw the empty door in front of him, and he grabbed his fist and exerted force. Wang Zhong was caught off guard and leaned forward. Qing Sheng clenched his left hand into a fist and instantly attacked Wang Zhong's chest. Wang Zhong had no way to defend himself now, and could only watch Qing Sheng's fist fall on him.

In just a blink of an eye, Wang Zhong felt a sharp pain in his chest, and then his body flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.

After Wang Zhong got up from the ground, he looked at Qing Sheng in front of him. The fourth soul ring on his body flickered rapidly, and a blazing flame appeared on his hand. The temperature on the field gradually rose.

"Fourth Soul Skill: Raging Red Flame!"

Wang Zhong did not hesitate at all and attacked Qing Sheng directly. His palms burning with flames were like two blazing fireballs, constantly attacking Qing Sheng's vital points.

But Qingsheng himself has rich combat experience, and he can always accurately judge the direction of Wang Zhong's attack, and then block or dodge Wang Zhong's attack.

"It's over." Qing Sheng looked at Wang Zhong who was constantly attacking, smiled, and the fourth soul ring on his body began to flicker.

Qing Sheng stretched out a hand, with light green soul power constantly gathering in his hand. There was a vibrant breath emanating from his body, and a loud dragon roar sounded behind him.

"Fourth Soul Skill: Azure Dragon—Dragon Soul!"

A loud dragon roar rose in the field, and a lifelike green dragon - the dragon soul, flew out from Qing Sheng's hand and attacked Wang Zhong directly.

When Wang Zhong heard the sound, his eyes were a little dazed. By the time he reacted, his body had been knocked away by the dragon soul and fell directly to the ground outside the field.

Seeing this, Qing Sheng was a little disappointed, and the fighting spirit that had just risen in his heart disappeared. He originally thought that Wang Zhong would be a very strong opponent, but he overestimated Wang Zhong and underestimated his own strength. Fortunately, he stopped and did not attack with all his strength. Otherwise, Wang Zhong would not only be knocked out of the arena, but at least be seriously injured.

After the host saw that the winner had been decided, he immediately said, "The winner of this fighting spirit competition is our Qinglong player."

After hearing the host's words, Qing Sheng had no intention of staying in the arena. He took out the wine flask, took a sip of wine, and walked directly out of the arena. His game was over, so he could leave. He didn't need to listen to the host's words on the field at all...

In the box, Ye Xuan and Qian Renxue watched the entire process of Qing Sheng's competition. Qian Renxue ate cakes and said, "Qing Sheng has a lot of combat experience, but his fighting style is a bit conservative."

Qian Renxue's own fighting style is also to think about how to defend first, and then choose to attack. However, she uses 70% for attack and 30% for defense, so as to achieve both offense and defense.

Qingsheng's style is to find the opponent's flaws in defense, bring the opponent into his own fighting rhythm, and then counterattack. In simple terms, it is to first understand your attack method, then find the flaws in your moves, and then use your flaws to counterattack.

Although his fighting style was relatively conservative, as long as the difference in soul power was not too great, Qing Sheng could slowly win. Because the longer the time, the more flaws the opponent would reveal, and the greater Qing Sheng's chances of winning would be.

(End of this chapter)