Douluo: The Pope sacrifices to heaven at the beginning

Chapter 57 Beating

"I'll go first."

Ah Qi's fingers intertwined and pressed down, making a crisp "quacking" sound.

She has been unhappy with these snarky bastards from Wuhun Academy for a long time, and she is going to give them a good beating.

Give them some color and see.

Upon hearing this, the team members of Tianqiong Academy took a step back to make room for Ah Qi.

"You actually let a girl fight in the first round. Are there no men in your Tianqiong Academy?" Yan glanced at Ah Qi and mocked.

"Little sister, I think you should give up quickly, otherwise you will get hurt."

Yan walked out of the queue and looked at the slender girl with a playful expression.

"Ah Qi, Wuhun Bluesilver Grass, a level 15 assault type battle soul master, please give me some advice."

Ah Qi was not affected by the other party's mean provocation, and just looked at Yan with eyes as cold as a thousand-year glacier.

The fierce killing intent made Yan tremble, but when he heard that his opponent's martial spirit was Blue Silver Grass, his confidence blossomed like an epiphyllum at night.

"A bluesilver grass waste martial soul can actually cultivate to the fifteenth level, and dare to call himself an offensive spirit master?" Yan chuckled and said proudly: "Wait a minute and I will let you know what a true offensive spirit master is.

Yan, Martial Soul Flame Lord, level 15 assault type battle soul master, please give me some advice."

When Yan was talking nonsense, he didn't notice that the expressions on the faces of the Tianqiong Academy players became very exciting.

Ah Qi is the eldest sister of Tianqiong Academy. They know very well how strong she is and how cruel her temperament is.

This idiot named Yan from Wuhun Academy dares to talk to the eldest sister like this. It is unimaginable how brutal the battle will be.

The contestants have been decided, and with the orders given by teachers from both sides, the competition officially begins.

Ah Qi and Yan summoned their martial spirits almost at the same time and released their spirit rings.

The moment the two soul rings appeared, everyone present took a breath.

The yellow soul ring on Yan's body was rich in color and definitely not a simple thing that was just over a hundred years old. Ah Qi's purple soul ring was beyond the understanding of everyone present.

The limit of the first soul ring is about four hundred years, which is the consensus among the soul masters.

How could the little girl in front of me have a thousand-year-old soul ring?

The shocked Yan froze on the spot and made no move.

Ah Qi would not let go of this good opportunity. She suddenly kicked the ground with her back foot and disappeared in a flash.

"Yan!" A shout from a teammate behind him brought Yan back to consciousness.

When he concentrated his mind and focused on the battle in front of him, a plain white fist quickly struck towards his face.

Yan circulated his soul power, and the dark red flames ignited all over his body and converged on his fists.

He quickly raised his fist to block, trying to resist his opponent's attack.

However, after he raised his arm, the expected attack did not fall.

At this moment, an ominous premonition suddenly surged in Yan's heart, which was the instinctive reaction of the body when a living being is threatened by a fatal threat.

The opponent's fist didn't hit, so what was her intention?

The next moment, the answer is revealed.

A heartbreaking pain that penetrates into the soul comes from the bottom up, along the spinal nerves, into the brain, and straight to the sky.

The severe pain caused Yan's body to lose its ability to resist in an instant, and his entire consciousness suddenly shook and was close to being lost.

The remaining force of the attack caused Yan's body to fall backwards.

After falling to the ground, the pain activated the body's subconscious protective mechanism, and his body curled up like a cooked shrimp.

The pupils lost focus, the black pupils were trembling, and the whole face was as paralyzed as a pancake, which showed the seriousness of the injury.

It turns out that Ah Qi's fists were just a fake move to lure the enemy, and the real attack was an extremely sharp kick that directly hit the vital part.

The men watching the match felt a chill on their backs, their bodies trembled, and their thighs tightened unconsciously.

Not to mention personal experience, just imagining this blow makes people sweat all over.

"Yan!"

After reacting, Chen Yun shouted loudly, jumped directly to Yan's side, picked him up and carefully inspected his injuries.

"You little beast, you are so vicious! How dare you do this!"

Chen Yun gritted his teeth and stared at Ah Qi as if he was about to pounce on him and tear him into pieces the next moment.

Lin Meng appeared in front of Ah Qi at the right time, blocking Chen Yun's sinister gaze.

"Sparring competitions are risky. I already said you will be responsible for your own casualties before we start. Why don't you forget about it just after you lose?" Lin Meng mocked with a look of disgust: "Why are you playing in a gym if you can't afford to lose!"

People from Wuhun Academy blocked the gate of Tianqiong Academy with the intention of destroying the signboard.

If you want to destroy other people's brands and jobs, you must be willing to bear the cost.

"You, you, you..." Chen Yun hugged Yan, and the violent flames in his eyes could not be suppressed and spewed out.

"Are you going to fight? If not, get out and don't be an eyesore in front of our Tianqiong Academy." Lin Meng said fearlessly.

The people from Wuhun Academy are simply unreasonable.

Besides, in the soul master world, the strong are respected, the winner takes all, the loser eats the dust, and the loser has no right to make a noise.

"Okay, okay, my Wuhun Academy has recorded this." Chen Yun finally restrained himself from having an attack.

Yan's defeat was just a moment of carelessness, and he didn't expect that the opponent would use such vicious tricks.

The Fire Lord is a top-notch animal martial spirit of both earth and fire systems. It can unleash a wide range of fire damage and is the best spirit master to restrain plant-based martial arts.

If the two sides were to fight with all their strength, Chen Yun did not believe that Yan, who possessed the Fire Lord's martial spirit, would lose to a useless Lan Yincao.

"Duanmu, go up and kill that little bastard!" Chen Yun carried Yan off the field.

"Yes!" Seeing that his teammates were severely injured, Duanmuji, filled with anger, stepped forward to fight.

"Duanmuji, martial soul blast sword, a level 19 attack type battle soul master, please give me some advice!"

The thin boy, who was half a head taller than Yan, called out a long green knife, and the blade cut through the air and made a "crackling" sound.

Ah Qi raised his right hand, turned his wrist and clasped his five fingers inward, signaling the opponent to let his horse come over.

At the moment when Ah Qiwu's fingers were clasped together, Duanmuji's body rushed forward, and the green long sword swept across, cutting him in the middle.

Facing the opponent's sudden attack, Ah Qi quickly stepped back to avoid the attack distance of the opponent's blade.

"The first soul skill, Furious Slashing with Wind!"

Seeing that the blade could not reach his opponent, Duanmuji immediately lit up his yellow soul ring and activated his soul skill.

I saw the long green sword throwing out a blast of wind as it swept forward, slashing straight at Ah Qi.

During the retreat, Ah Qi leaned back, put one hand on the ground, and lowered his waist to avoid the incoming sword.

The sharp wind blew past her face, and Ah Qi could feel a slight sting on her face.

After dodging the enemy's attack, Ah Qi's hand holding the ground suddenly exerted force, and her body rolled sideways to draw a graceful curve.

Taking advantage of the gap between Duanmuji's soul skills, Ah Qi successfully got close to the opponent's inside line.

The other fist gathered bright blue light, and the fierce and swift fist hit Duanmuji directly on the chest.

"Soul skill, crushing blow."

The fist flashed past, and Duanmuji's chest visibly sunk inwards.

"Yuck!"

Duanmuji's throat felt sweet and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

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