Douluo Dragon King: I, the wielder of the Holy Sword, will vanquish all evil.

Chapter 183 Actors' Competition!
Qian Wu's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his soul power swept out without reservation. His six soul rings were neatly arranged, and the Soul Emperor's pressure pressed down on Yuanen Yehui like a mountain.

At the same time, the two characters "Battle Armor" appeared and fit perfectly.

Yuan Enhui's expression changed, and she dared not be negligent in the slightest. She quickly waved her hands in front of her, and a pale golden light shone from her body.

That was a half-finished set of one-word battle armor that she had barely managed to create by spending all her savings.

The armor only covered her arms and chest, and the edges were rough and unpolished. Compared to Qian Wu's dazzling two-word battle armor, it was glaringly shabby.

However, this half-set of battle armor caused her soul power fluctuations to surge, barely allowing her to withstand Qian Wu's oppressive aura.

Another burst of laughter erupted from the audience: "Hahaha! Not even a complete battle armor, and he dares to make it into the top four?"

"Qian could crush her with a single finger!"

Yuan Enhui's face was burning.

Wait, what's going on?
Her progress is clearly very strong, she's first in the second grade too.

First grade, let's not talk about first grade.

Pure perversion.

Every time she saw those first-year students, each with a complete set of battle armor, freely unleashing their soul power in the training ground, she was filled with envy.

I wish I could repeat the grade.

"So what if you're wearing half a ragged outfit?" Qian Wu's voice was laced with sarcasm, and the light emanating from his Martial Soul surged once more. "Before me, you're still just an ant!"

Before he finished speaking, his body suddenly swelled up, a Behemoth phantom appeared, his brown fur stood on end, and his claws tore through the air as he viciously grabbed at Yuanen Yehui.

The sharp sound of claws tearing through the air was so intense it hurt one's eardrums. Yuan Enhui's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively crossed his arms in front of him, waiting for the devastating blow to land.

The anticipated attack never came.

She opened her eyes and saw Qian Wu's sharp claws just touching her, the sharp claw tips trembling.

The laughter from the audience suddenly caught in their throats.

Qian Wu staggered back two steps, his brows furrowed: "Such strong defense, no wonder it's the Titan Giant Ape Martial Soul."

Upon hearing this, the audience of Star Luo was completely stunned.

Right, is that right?

Yuan Enhui was also stunned.

The next second, Qian Wu seemed to be enraged by her blank look and pounced on her again.

The Behemoth phantom roared, its claw shadows overlapping in a terrifying display, yet each attack precisely avoided vital points, and several times it even deliberately exposed its weaknesses to Yuanen Yehui.

Yuan Enhui was flustered by his strange rhythm and could only mechanically raise her hand to block.

Occasionally, in a moment of panic, a punch would be thrown, but against someone clad in two-word battle armor, the force would be as light as cotton.
But with each punch, Qian Wu would let out an exaggerated groan, stagger backward, and force a look of "shock" on his face: "This, how is this possible? Your strength is actually so great?"

The Xingluo people in the audience saw it now.

The situation completely erupted, and the shouts of anger nearly brought the stadium to a standstill.

"Qian Wu, what's wrong with you?"

"Act! Act as hard as you can! I can see through you, you've taken bribes!"

"Yuan En Ye Hui, that weakling! What kind of skill is it to advance by relying on others to let you win!"

Yuan Enhui stood still, she understood, and glanced at Su Qiu who was recording the video below the stage.

This guy really gets things done.

Just as the audience's angry shouts reached their peak, Qian Wu suddenly withdrew his martial spirit and battle armor, and said dejectedly, "So I still can't do it after all?"

"My soul power is exhausted, I surrender." In the silence where you could hear a pin drop, even the wind seemed to have stopped.

The anger on the faces of the Star Luo audience froze on the spot, while the audience on the Douluo Continent side also gaped open, unable to recover for a long time.

Three seconds later, a tsunami of insults swept across the entire arena.

"Qian Wu, have you no shame?! A Soul Emperor exhausting his soul power fighting a Soul Sect? You're kidding me!"

"It's rigged! It's absolutely rigged! I'm sick of watching this match!"

"Yuan En Hui, get off the stage! You're just a top-four finisher who got there through someone else's act!"

Yuan Enhui's face burned even hotter, and she clenched her fists.

Turning her head to look at Su Qiu below the stage, she saw that the guy was still holding up his soul tool and recording, with a smug smile on his lips, which made her so angry that she almost kicked him.

The referee coughed twice and, with a forced smile, announced: "Yuan En Ye Hui wins this match!"

Fang'er, the commentator, also felt relieved; she really didn't know how to commentate just now.

As soon as he finished speaking, the boos from the entire stadium nearly ruptured the referee's eardrums.

The second match was between Su Qiu and Na'er, which was the ultimate showdown that everyone was really looking forward to.

After all, Su Qiu is a formidable character who can crush Long Yue, and Na'er is even more brave and invincible. Their contest will surely be a fierce and earth-shattering battle.

The audience fell silent instantly, countless eyes fixed on the ring, even their breathing became soft.

Na'er was still as charming and cute as ever, tilting her head and winking at Su Qiu, her voice so soft and sweet it could melt your heart: "Brother Su Qiu, please go easy on me."

Su Qiu smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't let you lose too badly."

Na'er's eyes lit up at his words, her soft voice laced with mischief: "Then I won't be polite!"

Before she finished speaking, her figure suddenly transformed into a golden streak of light, instantly breaking through Su Qiu's soul power barrier and rushing straight towards him.

Without any fancy soul skills or fierce soul power attacks, she simply wrapped herself around him, her arms nimbly hooking around Su Qiu's neck, clinging to him like a koala.

"Take this strangulation strike from Na'er!"

A warm breath brushed past Su Qiu's ear, carrying the sweet scent unique to a young girl.

She deliberately rubbed her cheek against his cheek, lowering her voice with a hint of coquetry: "Brother Su Qiu, your soul power barrier isn't strong at all."

Su Qiu froze.

No, this isn't what we agreed on before the game.

He instinctively tried to push her away, but she held him firmly. His lips twitched as he said, "Na'er, be mindful of your behavior on the field."

The audience erupted in chaos. Those who had been holding their breath in anticipation were stunned, then burst into even louder boos.
"Holy crap! Is this a fight or a cute act?!"

"Na'er, have some shame! Why are you hugging me so tightly!"

"Su Qiu, why don't you push her away! Don't take advantage of her and then not do anything!"

Na'er seemed not to hear, and instead went further, her slender fingers lightly tracing over Su Qiu's body.

Trying to get a bargain like crazy.

Su Qiu felt a vein throb on his forehead. He raised his hand to try and pry her arm off, but she clung to him even tighter.

Her legs even wrapped around his waist, and she hung on him, locking him even tighter.

"Na'er!" he said helplessly, "This is different from what we said before. You should admit defeat."

"Pretty much." Na'er looked up, her big eyes sparkling, her eyelashes brushing against his chin, making him feel a tickle. "Anyway, we're going to act anyway, so it's better to act as realistically as possible."

How is this real?
(End of this chapter)