Douluo: Dragon King: Natural God King

Chapter 306: So Easy! (4.2k) (Please give me a monthly ticket!)

Xingluo Stadium, Arena No. 12.

Jing Shaoyu walked onto the stage, and on the other side, his opponent, contestant number 321, also walked onto the stage from the other side.

He really wanted to complain about the result of the draw. What kind of incredible coincidence was this? One, two, three, three, two, one. Could it be intentional?
Contestant No. 321 is a boy of about sixteen or seventeen years old, with delicate features and a well-proportioned physique. He has a confident and cheerful smile on his face and exudes a calm and noble aura. One can tell at first glance that he comes from an extraordinary family.

A soul shield slowly rose up beside the ring, and at the same time, an electronic voice sounded from the ring: "First round of the preliminary competition, ring number 12, contestants 1, 2, 3 vs. contestants 3, 2, 1, 2, 3, countdown! Five..."

As the countdown started, Jing Shaoyu noticed that his opponent's expression and actions became obviously serious. He put away his smile and looked at him calmly.

Jing Shaoyu still smiled.

As the last electronic sound fell, contestant No. 321 immediately strode towards Jing Shaoyu. At the same time, a long sword that was completely blue but shone with colorful sword light appeared in his hand. Two yellow and two purple soul rings flew out from behind him, and the boy's aura instantly became as sharp as a blade.

"Look, it's the Nine Tribulations Sword!"

At this moment, an audience member who was paying attention to the No. 12 ring shouted in surprise and revealed the name of the long sword in the boy's hand.

Contestant number 321 is named Chu Yang. He comes from the Chu family, an ancient family in Xing Luo Continent. His martial soul is called Nine Tribulations Sword, which is the most powerful of the native martial souls in Xing Luo Continent. Its status is equivalent to the Seven Killing Swords in Douluo Continent.

Some viewers have already started to observe a moment of silence for Jing Shaoyu. It is such a misfortune that he meets the young master of the Chu family in the first round.

Jing Shaoyu on the ring could not hear the sound from the stands. Even if he heard it, he would not care. He looked at Chu Yang attacking him without any reaction.

Chu Yang looked at his opponent standing there motionless, and a hint of joy appeared on his face. He was so lucky to meet a rookie in the first round. It seemed that he could go further this time.

Because Jing Shaoyu looked younger than himself, Chu Yang subconsciously thought of Jing Shaoyu as a rookie who was just starting out and participating in a large-scale competition for the first time. He couldn't help but think of himself three years ago, who was just as immature, just as helpless, and also met a veteran in the first round.

This time, the identities are swapped, and he is the veteran!

Thinking of this, Chu Yang quickened his pace a bit, and the Nine Tribulations Sword in his hand flashed with cold light as he stabbed towards Jing Shaoyu.

Jing Shaoyu looked at Chu Yang who was getting closer and closer to him, raised his hand gently, and the Star Staff appeared in his hand. Then, he pointed forward diagonally. The next second, a thick white mist rose from all directions of the arena without warning, and in an instant, it enveloped the entire arena.

The No. 12 ring was completely white. The spectators in the audience seats were in a slight commotion because they could not see the scene on the ring at all. The referee under the ring also frowned slightly. Was it the fog that blocked his perception? He was curious, but indifferent.

Inside the ring, Chu Yang's heart sank to the bottom. Only by standing in his position did he realize how terrifying the white mist that suddenly filled the air was. The mist was bone-chilling and hit his body densely. The mist was so thick that he couldn't even see his body when he lowered his head. All he could see was a meaningless white.

Chu Yang felt like he had become blind and deaf. His eyes could not see beyond the size, and his ears could not hear the slightest thing. An inexplicable panic and loneliness lingered in his heart.

“Fourth soul skill, dancing sword shadows!” he shouted, and the Nine Tribulations Sword in his hand burst out with brilliant light, but this light failed to break through the encirclement of the white mist. Chu Yang didn’t care, he just controlled the soul skill to hit the location in his memory.

No matter how stupid he was, he already understood that the sudden appearance of the white fog was definitely the work of his opponent.

After using his fourth soul skill, Chu Yang was still worried. His third soul ring, which he could not see or perceive, lit up. A row of sword shadows immediately appeared beside him and began to revolve around his body. This was his third soul skill, the sword was like a curtain.

"drop!"

A drop of water fell on Chu Yang's face. Chu Yang raised his head in confusion. The second and third drops of water followed.

It started to rain on the ring. Raindrops the size of soybeans hit Chu Yang. It was raining heavily on the ring. Chu Yang was soon soaked. The sword curtain surrounding Chu Yang could protect against spirit skills, but not rain. He looked terrified. Why was there fog and rain? What on earth was the opponent's spirit?

He wanted to move, but was horrified to find that his feet, knees, and arms were all covered with a layer of hard ice. He was stunned.

The other arenas were filled with exciting battles, with all kinds of spirit skills being performed, but Arena No. 12 was completely white, making it particularly conspicuous. However, no audience went to watch it, for no other reason than it was simply boring.

The white mist slowly dissipated, and the referee of ring number 12 immediately rushed onto the ring. He saw that the young man from the Chu family with the Nine Tribulations Sword Spirit had been frozen into an ice sculpture. If it weren't for the pair of eyes still moving, he would have suspected that the person was dead.

The referee looked at Jing Shaoyu. Jing Shaoyu looked calm and gave the referee a polite smile.

"Referee, can you announce the result of the game?" he said.

The referee nodded somewhat silently and shouted, "Player one, two, and three win."

Jing Shaoyu left the ring calmly. At this time, a thick layer of ice had formed on the No. 12 ring, and every corner was covered with ice, which made the audience who noticed this side dumbfounded.

They were eager to find out what exactly happened on stage number 12.

At this time, Jing Shaoyu, who had left the ring, had already walked to Gu Yue, Na'er and Wu Siduo. The first round of the three girls' matches were not today, so they were waiting for him at ring No. 12. The first round of the matches for Xu Xiaoyan, Ye Xinglan and Mo Hentian were today.

"Brother, it seems like you won so easily." Na'er exclaimed, "Is it the Ice Hiding Technique?"

"There is also the Water Howling Technique." Jing Shaoyu said with a smile.

"I see." Wu Siduo nodded, wondering how she would break through such an attack if she were to encounter one.

"Let's go, let's go find Xiaoyan." Jing Shaoyu said.

As he entered the Soul King realm, some powers belonging to the Lord of Nature gradually awakened. He could interfere with or change the weather in a certain area. The Fire Explosion Technique worked on sunny days, the Water Howl Technique worked on rainy days, the Ice Element Technique worked on snowy days, and the Wind Binding Technique worked on cloudy days.

This game is just a test of his skills. I believe that as his strength improves, he will eventually be able to control the weather system of the entire world.

After Jing Shaoyu left, Chu Yang was freed from the ice with the help of the referee. He was shivering now, not only his body was cold, but his heart was even colder. Oh my God, are you really going to play me like this? How unfair!
Chu Yang is now in tears. He never expected that he would be eliminated in the first round of the preliminary round of the Second Soul Master Competition, and he didn't even make it to the second round. He didn't dare to think about what kind of ridicule he would face when he returned home.

The light gradually faded from the boy's eyes.

The heart is dead, destroy it~
When Jing Shaoyu and other three found Xu Xiaoyan, her game had just ended. Relying on the absolute control of the Star Staff Martial Spirit and long-range soul-guided weapons, the girl easily defeated her opponent who had only three rings of cultivation.

Xu Xiaoyan jumped and ran towards Jing Shaoyu. Before she arrived, her cheerful voice had already reached everyone's ears, "Brother Xiaoyu, am I awesome?"

"Of course it's amazing." Jing Shaoyu replied with a doting look on his face. "Hehe!" The girl smiled after receiving the compliment, and subconsciously reached out to hug Jing Shaoyu's arm, but was interrupted by two pairs of eyes staring at her. She withdrew her hand somewhat awkwardly, and walked to Wu Siduo's side with a wry smile.

Gu Yue and Na'er then withdrew their gazes with satisfaction. Jing Shaoyu shook his head helplessly at their protective look.

He shifted his attention and asked, "Xinglan and Xiaomo's match hasn't started yet, right?"

"Xinglan's match is the third one, so it should be soon. Xiaomo's will be a little later, in the fifth one." Xu Xiaoyan replied.

"Then let's go find Xinglan first." Jing Shaoyu said.

"Sure." The four girls answered in unison.

Jing Shaoyu's first round of competition did not cause any big stir, and even few people paid attention to this game, because no one wanted to watch a vast expanse of white fog. The ratings of the broadcast of this game were pitifully low, and the reason was naturally the same. How could such a boring game attract viewers?

The white mist of the Ice Concealment Technique can block the soul guide monitoring, so the broadcast picture of the No. 12 arena is only the floating white mist and the pattering raindrops, other than that, there is not even a sound.

The first round of the individual competition took three days to end. Jing Shaoyu and his seven companions naturally advanced to the second round. Their opponents in the first round were all pitifully weak. Even Jing Shaoyu's opponent, Chu Yang, the Nine Tribulations Sword, turned out to be the strongest one.

From this we can see that although there are a large number of soul masters participating in the competition, they are indeed of varying quality.

After the first round of the individual competition of the Continental Youth Advanced Soul Master Elite Competition ended, the first round of the preliminary competitions for the doubles and team competitions began.

In the morning, Jing Shaoyu woke up in Ye Xinglan's room. After a simple wash up with Ye Xinglan, he went to have breakfast with others.

At the dinner table, Jing Shaoyu mentioned today's doubles preliminary round, encouraged the six girls to cheer, and then took the opportunity to observe their reactions.

Xu Xiaoyan and Wu Siduo both had confident smiles on their faces, as if they were determined to win. Ye Xinglan and Mo Hentian also nodded confidently. However, the reactions of Gu Yue and Na'er, who Jing Shaoyu really cared about, were very interesting.

The two of them looked at each other first, then looked at Jing Shaoyu, then lowered their heads and ate breakfast without distraction.

"Why aren't you two talking?" Jing Shaoyu asked, looking at Gu Yue and Na'er with a smile.

"What is there to say?" Gu Yue rolled her eyes at him, with a hint of complaint in her voice.

"I'm a little worried that you'll start fighting among yourselves before you've even dealt with your opponents in the ring." Jing Shaoyu said jokingly with a smile on his face.

"No, brother." Na'er looked at Gu Yue with a smile in her beautiful eyes and said, "We have reconciled, right, Gu~yue~sister~"

Gu Yue paused, raised her head, showed a stiff smile, and responded: "Yes, Na~er~sister~sister~"

The interaction between the two women made everyone else in the room look over involuntarily, and Xu Xiaoyan's face showed deep surprise.

She shouted, "Am I dreaming? Cat, hurry up and pinch my face."

"Okay." Wu Siduo nodded and stretched out her hand.

"Ah! It hurts!" Xu Xiaoyan screamed, and then looked at Wu Siduo resentfully, "Cat, I asked you to pinch me, not pinch me. It really hurts!"

"I didn't use any strength." Wu Siduo said innocently.

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but fall on her slender hands, each with long nails.

"I think this is your problem, Xiaoyan." Ye Xinglan commented pertinently.

"Yeah!" Mo Hentian nodded in agreement.

"Wow, I'm not happy." Xu Xiaoyan puffed up her cheeks and looked at Jing Shaoyu pitifully, her big watery eyes full of requests for comfort.

"Let me rub it for you." Jing Shaoyu smiled helplessly, stood up and walked to the girl, stretched out his hand and rubbed the girl's chubby cheeks.

Xu Xiaoyan immediately showed a happy expression and looked at the others proudly.

After breakfast, the seven of them left the hotel together and headed straight for the Xingluo Stadium.

They saw Wu Zhangkong at the entrance of the stadium. Wu Zhangkong also saw them, but he had no intention of talking to them. He just nodded at them and then walked into the viewing stand specially prepared by the competition organizing committee for the Douluo Envoys.

As the team leader, Wu Changkong perfectly demonstrated what it meant to let things run freely. From the beginning of the competition to now, he has never appeared, nor has he made any arrangements for the competition for Jing Shaoyu and the other seven. His main focus is to believe in the students' own strength.

In today's first round of the doubles preliminary, all three teams from Shrek Academy were competing, so they were able to see Wu Changkong in the stadium. Otherwise, let alone coming to watch the game, they probably wouldn't even be here.

When they entered the competition venue, no one noticed them. Although they were all wearing Shrek school uniforms, Shrek Academy was not very well-known in the Xing Luo Continent. Many people had only heard of such an academy but did not know much about it, let alone recognize their school uniforms.

At most, there were a few frivolous people who laughed at their school uniforms for being too ugly.

The seven people found a row of empty seats in the contestant waiting area, sat down, and began to discuss in a low voice. The number of contestants in the waiting area had exceeded half, and contestants were still coming in continuously.

Looking around, most of them are over eighteen years old. Some of them are very excited and look eager to try, some are very nervous, clenching their fists to cheer themselves and their teammates, and some are very calm, closing their eyes and waiting for the start of the game.

From these external performances, we can preliminarily judge the strength and level of some contestants.

The doubles match was also drawn according to serial numbers. Gu Yuenaer was number 110, Xu Xiaoyan and Wu Siduo were number 111, and Ye Xinglan and Mo Hentian were number 112. They saw their opponents on the big screen in the waiting area. Fortunately, they did not collide, otherwise they would have died before they could accomplish their goal.

In fact, the probability of three consecutive numbers colliding is very low. In addition, the organizing committee of the competition has deliberately controlled the situation, so it is almost impossible for the three pairs to collide with each other.

The Royal Remnants combination of Xu Xiaoyan and Wu Siduo was the first to come on stage, followed by Gu Yuenaer's Win-Win combination, and finally Ye Xinglan and Mo Hentian's Tianxing combination.

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