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

It's definitely not as flexible as it used to be.

Even if he had the physique of a Title Douluo, he might still be beaten to death by a flurry of punches.

But there is no regret medicine in the world.

The result is

"9527 wins!" the referee exclaimed excitedly. "This is 9527's 11th consecutive victory!"

"And all of that was achieved within 24 hours—an 11-game winning streak!"

"Breaked the record for the fastest kill in Killing City!"

"Let's wait and see how many miracles 9527 can create?"

"Next up, the killing contestants!"

Of the remaining 28 people, they all looked at each other warily.

They were terrified of being pushed off.

"He used that move again just now, so his energy must have been depleted even more!"

"If we go down now, there's a very high chance of winning!"

"Didn't you all see it just now? That 10 Soul Bone has disappeared!"

"It should be an illusion created by a soul bone technique or a domain."

"Damn it! I was tricked by that brat!"

Just when they were filled with regret.

The referee lost patience and simply made a random sweeping motion.

"You nine, it's your turn!"

The nine people looked uneasy, but dared not refute.

He could only jump down with a dark expression.

Before they could even get their footing.

"The slaughter begins!"

Tang Lan's Snow Emperor's Frosty Ice Left Arm reappeared.

The familiar nine imperial swords, the familiar nine swords drawn together.

These nine players chose to spread out and run, attempting to use a wider radius to distort Tang Lan's maneuvers.

Those who also possessed weapon spirits directly threw their weapon spirits at Tang Lan from a distance.

This forces him to use the Imperial Sword to reinforce the defense and distract him.

It must be said that it did have an effect.

But not much.

Tang Lan used the Lingbo Weibu technique, her figure swaying like a ghost, to avoid the attacking weapon spirit.

But his feet didn't move an inch.

Those five who lost their weapon spirits could only parry the incoming Emperor Sword with their physical bodies.

The consequences were already predetermined.

Then, along with his protective soul power, he was frozen.

The Emperor Sword changed direction and attacked the other four people.

Ten seconds later.

All the Contras, who once held immense power and influence in the outside world, perished.

As Tang Lan collected their bodies, she sighed with emotion—

That is, in the killing city.

Otherwise, outside, if Contra could use soul skills.

It would take Tang Lan quite a bit of effort to kill him.

It can't be that easy.

"Next group," the referee announced directly, "It's you nine now."

Of the remaining 19 people, the 9 designated individuals gritted their teeth and made a clean break.

—The gamble now is on whether Tang Lan's soul power is being depleted!

Even if the first three matches were easy, I still killed 27 Soul Douluos.

They are among the very top few in the Killing City!

Here, they are the landowners.

If Tang Lan hadn't revealed the news about the 10-year-old soul bone, none of them would have been able to appear.

Even if Tang Lan is a Title Douluo, killing them would still take a lot of energy, right?

And

Such a young Title Douluo?

They don't believe it.

So they were very anxious.

After the referee announced the start of the killing, he couldn't wait to rush towards Tang Lan.

结果

The familiar nine imperial swords, the familiar nine swords drawn together.

The nine people were in despair!

Four of them, with a strong sense of justice, seeing no hope of survival, simply chose to self-destruct before the Emperor's Sword arrived!

The Emperor Sword was blasted away, and most of its spiritual power was consumed.

—Contra's self-destruction should not be underestimated.

But the same thing.

Several nearby Soul Warriors were also left dizzy from the blast.

Completely powerless against the Emperor's Sword, he was frozen into an ice sculpture.

Let Tang Lan end the battle faster.

Of the 10 players remaining on the sidelines, 9 were called up again.

The only one left smiled with relief.

Watching Tang Lan chop melons and vegetables, and then kill nine more people.

I'm confident there are no fools who would choose to step up now.

The Hell Killing Arena cannot start unless at least ten people are gathered.

Once you leave the Hell Killing Fields, your registration is considered invalid.

We can now survive.

He couldn't help but smile.

However.

Tang Lan glanced around the field and said casually—

"Go on stage one by one according to the order I gave you yesterday."

"Numbers 1 through 8 will come down first."

Eight people with grim faces struggled to their feet and rushed toward the hellish killing field.

—They all shared the same idea: to quickly defeat Tang Lan and wear him down!

"What's wrong with you guys?" the Contra Warrior, who thought he had survived, roared. "You know this kid is suspicious, yet you still rush here to die?"

"That 10-year-old soul bone is most likely fake. Can't you see that?"

"If you want to die, don't drag me down with you!"

unfortunately

No matter how impotently furious he became, he couldn't change the outcome.

Under the watchful eye of the titled Douluo-level referee, he could only step heavily onto the hellish killing field.

He glared angrily at the eight men.

The eight men glared back angrily!

Do you think we want to come up here to die?

It was that jinx in front of him last night who led a killing machine straight to his house and fed him a deadly poison.

There's still a chance they'll survive if they come up here.

If you don't come up, you'll definitely die!

What would you choose if you were in my shoes?

"Cut the nonsense!"

We're all in this together!

"Let's stick to the plan we discussed last night and wear this brat down quickly!"

"Whoever survives must fulfill the last wishes of their fallen brother!"

"let's go!"

At the referee's whistle.

One bloody massacre after another unfolded.