Douluo Continent: The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, who intercepted the immortal herb

Chapter 38 Before the arena, he first stood up for Xiao Wu.

As soon as he finished speaking...

The young man in the brocade robe in the middle of the road frowned.

He stared at Xiao Wu, as if he hadn't expected that a work-study student from Nottingham City would dare to speak like that.

"you"

He had just opened his mouth.

Su Chen had already gotten out of the car.

The sole of the boot touched the ground; it felt very light.

The surroundings suddenly fell silent.

The young man in the brocade robe instinctively swallowed the rest of his sentence, shifting his gaze from Xiao Wu to Su Chen's face.

His Adam's apple bobbed.

His tone wasn't as aggressive as before.

"I'm just relaying a message from my young master."

Su Chen walked to Xiao Wu's side and looked up at her.

"Have you finished bringing them?"

The boy nodded subconsciously.

"Get out of here after you're done."

Su Chen's tone was indifferent.

"Tell Zhou Ling as well."

Whether she ends up with dignity is not up to him.

"But even if he loses badly today, he shouldn't cry."

The boy's face turned pale and then flushed.

The guards behind him instinctively took a half step forward, then abruptly stopped.

They had all been given instructions before they came.

This guy from Nottingham is not someone you can mess with lightly.

The boy gritted his teeth.

"I will convey your exact words."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left.

They walked much faster than they had when they arrived.

Xiao Wu stood there, watching the group walk away, and let out a soft hum.

"They run pretty fast."

She turned her head to look at Su Chen.

"How did my reply go?"

"good."

"It's alright?"

Su Chen glanced at her.

"That's enough momentum."

"There are just too few words."

Xiao Wu blinked.

"So what would you say?"

I don't usually say that.

"Then what are you doing?"

"Just attack."

Xiao Wu was taken aback at first, then burst out laughing.

"This is better than my previous one."

Shen Zhi dismounted and walked ahead to lead the way.

"Don't linger at the entrance."

"They're already waiting inside."

There were even more people outside the Fighting Spirit Training Ground.

The flag fluttered loudly in the wind.

The entrance was flanked by guards from Soto and instructors from the academy, with a wooden sign hanging high, the name of the first session written in large characters.

Zhou Ling, to Xiao Wu.

Su Chen glanced around.

There were more than just trainees in the audience.

There were also some well-dressed noblemen watching the play with their arms crossed, their eyes filled with scrutiny and disdain.

They are watching Xiao Wu.

They were watching him too.

A work-study student from Nottingham.

The most talked-about Holy Son of the Spirit Hall recently.

The arena in Soto City is no longer just a test.

It's more like a group of people waiting to inspect the goods.

At the entrance, a middle-aged coach in charge of registration quickly stepped forward.

"Shen Zhi, you've finally brought the person here."

As he spoke, he turned his gaze to Su Chen and lowered his head.

"Your Highness, Holy Son."

"The venue is ready, and a separate row of spectators has been reserved."

"This way, please."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Xiao Wu again.

"Xiao Wu is a contestant, so she needs to go backstage to prepare first."

Xiao Wu frowned.

"What are you preparing?"

"Drawing lots, verification, changing shoes, and—"

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"No need to change it."

Su Chen interrupted him directly.

He glanced at Xiao Wu's training boots.

"She's wearing these."

The middle-aged coach paused for a moment.

"But the arena has a unified standard."

"Then let's change it."

Su Chen's tone was not harsh.

"Her shoes fit better than the ones you prepared."

The middle-aged coach's lips twitched, and he immediately swallowed the rest of his sentence.

"Yes. Then we won't change it."

Xiao Wu looked down at the training boots on her feet.

Su Chen had personally re-tied her shoelaces before she left.

Her lips twitched, but she didn't say anything.

Su Chen continued to ask.

"Is she the only one who can get into the backcourt?"

"Yes, according to the rules."

"That's not the case now."

Su Chen raised his hand and tossed a small token to the other party.

It was a special pass prepared in advance by the Soto branch temple.

"I'll take her inside."

The middle-aged coach received the token and nodded quickly.

"Of course, of course."

Xiao Wu walked beside Su Chen, lowering her voice.

"You even have to meddle in this?"

"Otherwise what?"

"I'm not a child."

"You're the one going into the ring now."

Su Chen turned his head to look at her.

"This is not the time to be stubborn."

Xiao Wu's ears felt a little hot, but she still refused to admit it.

"I wasn't trying to be brave."

"Um."

"Your 'hmm' sounds like you didn't believe me."

You misheard me.

The backcourt is a long, narrow passage.

The walls on both sides were freshly painted with lime, and there was still a slight smell of lime. The ground underfoot was covered with coarse sand, and there was a slight friction sound when you stepped on it.

The further in you go, the clearer the drumbeats and shouts outside become.

Like the tide, it comes in wave after wave.

As Xiao Wu walked, her pace slowed down a little.

She didn't look up, but kept her eyes fixed on the bright exit in front of her.

Su Chen figured it out.

"Are you nervous?"

"Who's nervous?"

Xiao Wu replied immediately.

They replied very quickly.

It's also a bit hard.

Su Chen didn't expose her, but simply picked up a clean glass from the table next to him, poured half a glass of warm water, and handed it to her.

"Take a sip."

Xiao Wu took it and drank it in small sips.

The cup was warm to the touch.

As the air slid down my throat, the tightness in my chest eased a little.

"Zhou Mausoleum has twenty-eight levels."

She put the cup back and suddenly spoke.

"I know."

"If he's really heavier and harder than I think..."

"Then let's not confront it head-on."

Su Chen answered quickly.

"You've been practicing for this for the past three days, haven't you?"

Xiao Wu looked up at him.

Su Chen leaned against the wall, his voice steady.

"Remember these three sentences."

"First, don't let him corner you."

"Second, if you can't touch it the first time, leave immediately."

"third."

He paused for a moment.

"Don't look at the fist, look at the shoulder."

Xiao Wu stared at him and nodded.

"Anything else?"

"There's another clump."

"What?"

"You're faster than him."

Xiao Wu was stunned.

The light from Tongxingli fell on Su Chen's profile, making his features clear, but his tone was calmer than at Hai Shi.

"You're faster than him in speed, change of direction, and close-range judgment."

"He's stronger than you; he can overpower even top-tier companies."

"So this isn't a question of whether you can handle it or not."

"Will Bai be able to meet you?"

After hearing this, Xiao Wu's tense shoulders gradually relaxed.

She stared at Su Chen for two seconds, then suddenly smiled.

"Now that you mention it..."

"I suddenly realized that Zhou Ling was nothing special."

"That's just how it is."

Su Chen raised his hand and gently tapped her forehead with his finger.

"Go."

Xiao Wu instinctively covered her forehead.

"You flicked me again."

"To wake you up."

"I was already awake."

"Then go up there and give him a good beating."

That's too blunt.

Xiao Wu couldn't hold back for a moment, and her eyes lit up.

"OK."

"You'll see."

Just then, footsteps came from the other side of the passage.

Very heavy.

Not a single person.

First came two boys who looked like lackeys, then a tall boy with broad shoulders walked in from the other end.

He was wearing the crimson training uniform of the Soto City Intermediate Academy, with a black belt on his wrist, short hair, and high brow bones.

As soon as they entered, their eyes fell directly on Xiao Wu.

"You're Bai Xiaowu?"

Xiao Wu raised her chin.

"You mean Baizhouling?"

Zhou Ling didn't stop walking; he only stopped three steps away.

He first glanced at Xiao Wu, then looked at Su Chen.

"Even the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall accompanies others to the backstage area?"

Su Chen ignored his sarcastic remarks.

"Fight your battle."

"6

"Stop talking nonsense."

Zhou Ling smiled.

There wasn't much goodwill in that smile.

"OK."

"Then I'll just say it directly."

"Xiao Wu, for a part-time student from Nottingham City to be standing here is already an honor."

"When you get on the field, I won't cheat you."

"If you admit defeat now, I'll let you walk the path on your own."

Xiao Wu was so angry she laughed.

"You speak just as rudely as that person at the door earlier."

"Is this the case throughout Soto?"

Zhou Ling's expression turned slightly pale.

"You're quite stubborn."

"Don't cry later."

"6

Su Chen then looked up.

"Do you know what's the most annoying thing about you, Xing?"

Zhou Ling looked at him.

"Where?"

"Talking too much before winning."

The passageway fell silent.

The expressions of Zhou Ling's two henchmen changed.

Zhou Ling stared at Su Chen, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"You're not playing today."

"right."

"Then you'd better not get involved."

"You think you're worthy of my interference?"

Su Chen's tone was icy cold.

"If you're really that capable, try running into her first."

Zhou Ling felt a shiver run through his chest.

He had been arrogant and domineering in Soto City for a while, and this was the first time he had been suppressed like this.

But it was Bai Suchen who said those words.

He cannot have an attack.

They didn't dare to lash out too much.

Zhou Ling stared at Xiao Wu, then suddenly smiled.

"it is good."

"Then I'll show you how she loses."

After saying that, he turned and left.

The two henchmen quickly followed.

Only after the footsteps faded into the distance did Xiao Wu purse her lips.

"His smile is really ugly."

"Um."

"You're just happy."

""

"Then let me put it another way."

Su Chen looked at her.

"He'll look even worse later."

Xiao Wu was stunned for a moment, then laughed so hard her shoulders trembled slightly.

At the end of the passage, a bell suddenly rang.

The competition is about to begin.

A stagehand hurried over.

"Xiao Wu, get ready to go on stage."

Xiao Wu stood up straight and took a deep breath.

Before leaving, she suddenly turned back.

"Su Chen".

"Um."

"You'll keep watching, won't you?"

Su Chen didn't waste any words.

"I am here."

These two words are not repeated.

It fell beside my ear, but it was really...

Xiao Wu nodded.

He turned and walked toward the brightly lit exit.

She walked slowly, but each step was more steady than before.

Her scorpion braid hung down her back, and a carrot hairpin swayed gently in her hair.

Like a very small anchor.

It's like the confidence she has now that she can hold onto.

Su Chen followed to the edge of the spectator area.

As soon as the export channels opened, the clamor of foreign companies poured in.

The Fighting Spirit Training Grounds are much larger than those at Notting Academy.

The arena is a perfect circle with black stones lining the edges and a layer of fine sand covering the center. Stepping on it will cause you to sink in a little, just enough for a person to gain leverage and slide.

Looking around, everyone was already seated.

Zhou Ling stepped forward first, and was flexing his wrists.

He didn't release his martial spirit, but instead looked around, clearly enjoying the feeling of being watched by everyone.

The instructor in charge of the assessment stood to one side and announced it loudly.

"The first round of the Soto City special recruitment assessment."

"Zhou Ling, to Xiao Wu."

The words fell.

Xiao Wu walked onto the stage from the other side.

The sidelines were initially silent, but then a burst of disdainful chatter erupted.

"Just her?"

"A little girl?"

"Is there really no one in Nottingham City?"

"She's quite good-looking, but I wonder if she's lucky enough to withstand a punch from Zhou Ling."

Su Chen stood at the very front of the spectator stands, his gaze sweeping across the area.

He didn't say anything.

But the voices that were still talking suddenly became much quieter.

Shen Zhi stood beside him and whispered his approval.

"The venue is well-prepared."

"He tried stepping on the sand layer yesterday, judging by its thickness."

"Um.

""

Aren't you worried?

"Worrying is useless."

Su Chen stared at Xiao Wu.

"She has to win on her own."

First up.

After stretching his neck, Zhou Ling stared at Xiao Wu.

"I'm asking you one last time."

"It's not too late to admit defeat now."

Xiao Wu stood at the other end of the arena and did not immediately return.

She pressed her feet down to test the softness of the sand, then looked up at Zhou Ling.

"You talk a lot of nonsense."

Zhou Ling's face darkened.

Seeing that the atmosphere was right, the instructor immediately raised his hand.

"Both sides prepare."

"Assessment rules: touch the target and stop; going out of bounds results in a loss; malicious injury is prohibited."

"start-"

The last two words had just been uttered.

Zhou Ling stomped his foot hard, and the edge of the black stone trembled with a muffled sound.

The beast spirit instantly possessed him.

Two yellow spirit rings rose up one after the other.

His shoulders and back bulged up as if by magic, and he leaned forward, taking the first step directly to the center line.

It was fast and heavy.

A cheer immediately erupted upon seeing the city of Soto.

"Enter Zhou Ling!"

"Crush her in one fell swoop!"

"Don't give her a chance to escape!"

Xiao Wu did not greet her.

She shifted her toes slightly and tilted her body slightly, giving way by half a step.

Zhou Ling's eyes sharpened, and he immediately pressed down, leaning forward with his shoulder and using his left leg to cover the gap.

It was precisely that rhythm that had been repeatedly broken down over those three days.

Force into position, accelerate, and press the edge.

Su Chen stood still for a moment, his eyes not moving.

Just as Zhou Ling stepped in with his left leg, he lightly tapped the railing with his fingertip.

On the first stage, Xiao Wu's gaze seemed to have caught the rhythm of the game before Bai could react.

She didn't retreat in a straight line.

First, take half a step to the left.

Zhou Ling indeed followed suit.

Just then, Xiao Wu suddenly turned her foot, her whole body like a shadow sweeping across the ground, cutting diagonally out from his right side.

It moved so fast that only a fleeting pink afterimage remained.

The cheers from the crowd abruptly stopped.