Douluo: What the hell is the academic master development system?

Chapter 650 Lion Slays Poisonous Demon Dance (8K, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

"Chu Sheng? I think he's more like a beast."

Chen Ping narrowed his eyes, snorted coldly, and turned to walk back to his own half of the field.

Just then, Chu Sheng's sinister voice suddenly rang out: "Hehe, I like your assessment. Those I killed really do like to call me a beast."

“A Soul Master as powerful as you, killing you will surely satisfy the Demon Sword’s desire to kill powerful enemies. In order to kill you in the best condition, I haven’t killed anyone for three days.”

"If I don't kill you this time, my demonic sword will probably take my life. So in this battle of spirits, only one of us can survive. Hehehe."

Such vicious words naturally aroused strong dissatisfaction and fear among the audience.

In order to kill Chen Ping in the best possible condition, Chu Sheng had not killed anyone for three days. That is to say, before this, Chu Sheng had been killing people at a rate of at least one person every three days!

With such a grand event as the Continental Advanced Soul Master Tournament, the number of tourists coming and going is in the hundreds of millions. Under such circumstances, who would care if dozens or hundreds of people went missing every day?
In an instant, the audience below the stage broke out in a cold sweat, and nameless fear and hatred instantly converged on the fighting stage.

This is the third time already.

This is a crucial juncture for the individual elimination rounds.

If Chen Ping wins this match, he will have the right to request the start of a team competition.

If this one-on-one fight continues, and he wins the fourth match, Scorpion Tiger Douluo Zhang Peng will most likely choose to concede defeat.

However, if Chen Ping were to start a team competition and face the remaining four members of the Holy Spirit Cult single-handedly, Zhang Peng would absolutely agree.

The Unbreakable Douluo looked at both sides.

He knew that time could not be delayed any longer, sighed inwardly, and raised his right hand high.

"Game start."

Before he finished speaking, Chu Sheng had already activated the soul guide shield on his body and summoned his martial soul.

Soon, Chu Sheng grasped a scarlet demon sword made of some kind of translucent dark red crystal, with a viscous scarlet liquid flowing inside.

The blade of the demonic sword in Chu Sheng's hand was not forged from metal, but rather resembled a gemstone. The liquid inside the crystal surged as Chu Sheng gently swung it.

On the surface of the sword, thick, twisted strands of blood wrap around the hilt and guard, as if they had actively coiled around it, forming a uniquely shaped fleshy hilt.

At the center of the sword guard, a strange eye is placed there, its pupil rotating eerily as the angle changes.

This eye is the fundamental reason why Chu Sheng can plunder the life force of others as nourishment. Whenever a new soul is harvested, this eyeball will turn gray, and the sword master can feel the warm cultivation energy flowing into his meridians along the vein-like patterns on the sword hilt.

Of course, this is on the premise that the demonic sword itself can drink its fill of blood. If, like Chu Sheng's initial actions, the demonic sword is not fed for three years, it will naturally not mind directly absorbing nutrients from its host, Chu Sheng.

At this moment, the demonic sword in Chu Sheng's hand had transformed from a straight sword when it first awakened into a genuine giant sword, nearly half the height of a person. Two pairs of horn-like, strangely shaped hilts had grown from both ends of the hilt to prevent Chu Sheng from dropping it.

A guy with considerable strength.

Chen Ping quickly grasped the extent of Chu Sheng's power. If Tang Ya hadn't been absent from the Holy Spirit Cult, Chu Sheng would clearly be qualified to be a hidden talent pool for the Holy Spirit Sect.

The more he kills, the stronger he becomes. Chu Sheng's future achievements may even surpass those of Zhang Peng, the Scorpion Tiger Douluo who is already at level 96!

At this point, Chu Sheng was only level 69, not yet capable of changing the course of the battle. Releasing him prematurely was actually not a good thing.

Before Chen Ping could make a move, Chu Sheng had already torn his black robe apart, revealing a terrifying appearance with no skin, only crimson muscles and bones.

Skinning alive is a form of torture that many viewers have heard of but never witnessed. But looking at Chu Sheng with his flesh and blood exposed, everyone understood what skinning alive truly meant.

Before Chu Sheng's eerie laughter had completely dissipated in the air, his naked, scarlet muscles and bones suddenly sank.

The battle arena beneath his feet groaned under the strain, leaving a distinct metallic footprint as his first spirit ring lit up.

Immediately afterwards, he shot into the sky with an explosive force that defied common sense, like a spring compressed to its limit.

Wolf leap!

His movements lacked any elegance, displaying only pure, beast-like ferocity and speed.

He held the enormous demonic sword, dripping with viscous blood, behind his back. The eerie eye on the hilt instantly locked onto Chen Ping below, its pupil shrinking to pinpoints as it spun wildly, flashing a greedy and bloodthirsty red light.

Inside the sword, the dark red liquid surged and crashed violently like the blood of a awakened behemoth, leaving behind ferocious claw marks on the crystal barrier.

The countless miniature human face runes on the sword's spine seemed to sense the approaching slaughter, and their silent screams twisted even more violently.

At this moment, Chu Sheng seemed to have truly transformed into a bloodthirsty beast, his eyes bloodshot, and his inner madness was even greater than that of the wolf bandits, half-human, half-beast monsters!

Chu Sheng's body did not move straight up and down in the air, but rather followed a wild arc, like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey.

His skinless flesh tore through the air at high speed, making a teeth-grinding "hissing" sound.

A stench assaulted the senses. On the sword's blade, lines resembling flesh and blood writhed, and the entire demonic sword suddenly emitted a sharp, piercing sword cry!

Before the buzzing had even stopped, Chu Sheng had already twisted his waist and spun around at the highest point!

Lion chop!
The demonic sword in his hand was no longer carried on his back, but instead, with the help of his powerful waist and the gravitational potential energy of his fall, it drew a deadly and powerful huge arc in mid-air!
Tumbling, spinning, gathering momentum—all movements are completed in an instant.

At this moment, Chu Sheng was aiming at Chen Ping, who was standing motionless below!

The sword blade sliced ​​through the air, producing a deep, terrifying sound like a lion's roar.

The fleshy patterns wrapped around the sword hilt suddenly glowed with an eerie red light, like living blood vessels greedily sucking up the impending bloody feast.

The demonic eye on the sword guard was so excited it almost jumped out of its socket, staring intently at Chen Ping's throat.

In the next instant, the five spirit rings beneath Chen Ping's feet fell one after another, and with the Jade Scorpion Staff in hand, the scarlet 100,000-year spirit ring also lit up at that moment.

Ten Thousand Year Soul Skill: Poison Demon Dance - Activated!
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