Douluo Continent: Become stronger by stealing Tang San's luck

—Once the Hell Killing Fields are opened, only one out of ten people can survive.

Even if you manage to snatch a soul bone, you can't immediately absorb it and convert it into combat power.

The right way is to eliminate the powerful opponent first.

For a while.

Tang Lan, this "little girl," was ignored.

He was also happy with it.

You can sit on the sidelines and watch the tigers fight, experiencing the brutality of the battle up close.

He wants to do a test.

Can the Evil Eye absorb the aura of death from those killed by others?

I'm not feeling well today, so here's a basic update of 4,000 words~

Chapter 227 Mental Techniques: Instantly Dominating the Entire Field!

After a fierce battle, the first victim appeared.

The evil eye automatically appeared and absorbed the wisp of black energy.

The lifespan has increased by a whopping 500 years!

Tang Lan raised an eyebrow!

It seems I didn't absorb it earlier; it really was a matter of distance.

Since we can be lazy.

Tang Lan took out a handful of melon seeds and stood to the side, cracking them open with relish.

They waited for the deathly aura to enter the tent.

Those viewers who were really into it all burst out laughing.

"Where did this little kid come from? Does he think he's playing house?"

"He'll be crying soon enough!"

"Won't you be so scared that you call for your mom?"

"That shouldn't be the case; at most, he'll wet his pants."

"Hahaha--"

Tang Lan ignored these taunts.

Tang San, however, couldn't help but speak up in support of his brother.

"Think carefully before you go looking for trouble," Tang Hao said calmly. "If you get targeted, I won't care about you."

Tang San froze!

He looked at Tang Hao in disbelief. "Aren't you my father?"

And

"Aren't you the one who dotes on your brother the most? Are you just going to listen to him being mocked?"

"Is talking a good game?" Tang Hao sighed. "After following Lan'er for so long, why can't she learn to be smart?"

Tang San became withdrawn.

I'm trying to figure out where the problem lies.

Tang Lan below has already started to prove them wrong.

A seven-ring Soul Saint wielding a nine-section whip killed his opponent despite sustaining minor injuries, thus securing final victory.

He grinned maliciously as he walked toward Tang Lan.

"Little guy, consider it because you gave me a soul bone."

"boom!"

They hadn't even finished saying all the harsh words.

Tang Lan Python raised his revolver and fired a shot. With the enhancement of his mental power, the bullet was so fast that he couldn't react in time. It pierced through his protective soul power and hit his head.

He lay dead, his eyes wide open in disbelief.

The scene fell silent for a second.

It exploded suddenly!

"What is this?"

"They actually defeated the Nine-Section Serpent in seconds?"

"It was just a sneak attack using an external object when people weren't on guard."

"I can fuck you too!"

Everyone was talking about it.

But that couldn't stop it; the referee announced—

"No. 9527 wins!"

A stench of blood gathered towards Tang Lan.

It was injected into its body and then disappeared without a trace.

However, in Tang Lan's spiritual power, they are hidden within the meridians.

As the spiritual energy circulated, it gradually seeped into it.

It was drawn into his brain and permeated his mental world.

This is both a process of transformation and a process of influence.

But no matter what happens in the end, he will undoubtedly become stronger.

The difference lies in whether or not one is overwhelmed by murderous intent and loses their sense of self.

"Player number 9527, you can leave the stage now," the referee reminded him.

Tang Lan snapped out of her daze and grinned.

"I reject."

"I want to participate in the next killing."

"First come, first served for those who want the soul bone!"

These words immediately sparked outrage among the crowd!

"Young people, don't be too arrogant!"

"It was just a sneak attack that won, how dare you!"

"Let this old man teach you a lesson!"

"Add me one!"

"You brat, prepare to die!"

Cursing and cursing.

In just ten seconds, the Hell Killing Arena was filled with ten people.

It can be said to be the fastest opening.

The referee declared crisply, "The killing begins!"

The nine people who went into battle this time all had a clear and unified goal.

It was aimed at Tang Lan.

"Kill this brat first, then take the soul bone!"

"Yes! That will prevent him from launching another sneak attack!"

"Let's go side by side!"

Nine people, wielding weapons and activating their martial spirits, rushed towards Tang Lan from all directions.

This left Tang Lan somewhat disappointed.

We can't watch the play anymore.

Then that's it.

Let's finish this quickly!

Tang Lan picked up the python revolver with both hands, attracting everyone's attention.

In reality, he used the ultimate ice to condense nine palm-sized ice blades under his feet.

And under the guise of a mirage, its color is almost identical to the ground.

Driven by his mental power, he flew close to the ground and charged towards the nine people.

"Bang bang bang!"

The python revolver fired repeatedly, creating a powerful and imposing scene.

But no one was injured; all the bullets were deflected.

He was about to scoff.

Nine ice blades silently struck, piercing his heart and chest, the remaining icy air freezing him into an ice sculpture.

Kill with one blow!

"Bam—"

"Crash-"

The nine people fell to the ground almost simultaneously, scattering debris everywhere.