Douluo Dalu: White Tiger

Chapter 200 The City of Killing (3)

Just as Ye Xuan was about to walk into the courtyard, Qing Sheng stretched out a hand to stop Ye Xuan and said, "I won't have a chance to take action outside. Leave the matters of the courtyard to me."

"Can you do it? You can't use any skills in the Slaughter City. Since the people in the courtyard can win fifty consecutive victories in the Slaughter Hell, their strength must not be that weak." Ye Xuan looked at Qing Sheng with suspicion. If he used skills, Qing Sheng could still fight against Soul Emperors or even Soul Saints, but now he can't use any skills, and even Qing Sheng's trump cards may not be used. Even Ye Xuan himself, most of his trump cards cannot be used.

"Why not? Besides, I haven't started fighting yet. How do you know that I won't be able to win?" Qing Sheng smiled and didn't pay any attention to Ye Xuan's words. He walked straight into the courtyard.

Ye Xuan, Qian Renxue, and Ying'er looked at each other and followed without any hesitation. The woman in black stood at the gate of the courtyard and did not go in.

Qing Sheng came to the door of the courtyard, raised his foot, and kicked at the door. With a bang, the door opened abruptly.

The loud noise also alarmed the people in the room. A rough voice came from the room: "How dare that person who doesn't want to live come to my house and make trouble?"

Under Qing Sheng's gaze, a two-meter-tall man with numerous scars on his face walked out of the room.

"I've taken a fancy to your courtyard. Today I'm here to kill you and take your territory." Qing Sheng chuckled and took out a light green spear from his sea of ​​consciousness.

Qing Sheng looked at the spear in his hand, muttering to himself, and said: "Qingli, you have been with me for so long, and I have buried your edge. But don't worry, I will use my blood to sacrifice the spear today."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Qingli Spear in Qingsheng's hand actually trembled slightly, as if responding to Qingsheng. Qingsheng didn't mean to waste any more words, holding the Qingli Spear, he attacked the big man directly.

The Qingli Spear in Qingsheng's hand swung out several spear flowers, and the spear tip flashing with cold light instantly attacked the big man's vital parts. But the big man's reaction was not slow. He took out a huge iron hammer, his eyes slightly focused, and swung the huge iron hammer to smash at Qingsheng's spear tip.

The tip of the Qingli Spear flashed with a cold light, and the huge iron hammer carried an unparalleled force. When the two collided, a crisp clanging sound was heard. After the sound, both Qingsheng and the big man were shocked by each other's force and retreated backwards.

But the big man only took three steps back before he could steady himself, while Qingsheng took more than ten steps back before he could steady himself, and he felt his hands were slightly numb.

Qing Sheng shook his numb arms and continued to attack. The big man was not willing to be outdone. He swung the big hammer in his hand vigorously and smashed it straight towards Qing Sheng.

But Qing Sheng had suffered a loss before, so he would not fight him head-on. When the sledgehammer came down, he caught it with the tip of his spear accurately, and then moved his hand slightly to remove all the force from the hammer. Moreover, the Qingli Spear was much more flexible than the sledgehammer, and the speed of swinging it was even more incomparable to the sledgehammer. Qing Sheng had too many ways to attack without a head-on collision.

The big man's way of attacking was much simpler. He didn't have Qing Sheng's spear. When attacking from that direction, the big man would just use the big hammer in his hand to smash back. There was no skill at all. He relied entirely on the brute force of his body to attack or defend.

Because of this, both Qingsheng and the big man suffered a very uncomfortable fight. What made Qingsheng uncomfortable was the big man's strength, because no matter how tricky his attack angle was, or how fast he swung his spear, the big man would just smash him with a hammer and break all his moves.

What made the big man uncomfortable was the force-relieving method used by Qing Sheng, because no matter how much force he used, it was like hitting cotton, soft and unable to cause any harm to Qing Sheng. Moreover, Qing Sheng was very fast, so fast that he could only defend and could not find any opportunity to attack.

In the courtyard, the sound of ping-pong continued to ring out. Ye Xuan, Qian Renxue, and Ying'er stood outside the field, watching their battle. And Ye Xuan and Qian Renxue, looking at the situation in the field, could immediately judge that Qing Sheng's chances of winning were about 60%.

Although the battle between Qing Sheng and the big man now seems to be evenly matched, every swing of the big hammer will bring huge power, so this also consumes a lot of physical strength for the big man. Although Qing Sheng swings the spear very quickly, the physical strength consumed by Qing Sheng is much less than that consumed by the big man. If Qing Sheng can drag it to the end, then Qing Sheng will have a 60% chance of winning.

Of course, if Qing Sheng couldn't hold out until the end, then his chances of winning would be much lower. Because Qing Sheng himself was able to fight against opponents of higher levels. Although his skills were unusable now, his physique and strength were not weak either.

But even so, Qing Sheng is still no match for the big man in terms of strength. From this, it can be seen that the big man's soul power is much higher than Qing Sheng's.

Ying'er looked at the battle and asked worriedly, "Sister Xue'er, will Qing Sheng get into trouble? It seems like they are having a hard time fighting!"

Qian Renxue thought about it after hearing this, and then said, "Nothing will happen. Their current battle situation is that no one can do anything to anyone else. At most, Qing Sheng will not be able to win, but it is basically impossible for him to get hurt."

Hearing this, Ying'er felt as if a stone in her heart had been lifted off her shoulders. She let out a light breath and stared at the battle ahead without blinking.

"You should have some confidence in your Qingsheng. His strength is not as weak as you think. Besides, Qingsheng is my brother. How could I let him get hurt in front of me without helping him?" Ye Xuan smiled and glanced at Ying'er with a nonchalant expression on his face.

Given the fighting distance between Qing Sheng and the big man, if Ye Xuan wanted to help, he could use the Xing character secret to instantly join the battle and replace Qing Sheng, and there would be no possibility of Qing Sheng getting injured.

(End of this chapter)