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

Chapter 39 Xiao Wu wins her first battle and is completely numb; Zhou Ling is crippled on the spot.

The moment the cheers stopped.

Zhou Ling's expression changed.

His last step was very full, and his left leg was already locked at the correct angle to cover.

As he had anticipated, Xiao Wu's retreat would only allow him to drive her to the side.

But now, Xiao Wu not only didn't retreat, but instead brushed past him on his right side.

They were too close.

Too fast, too light.

Zhou Ling could even smell the faint scent of soap in her hair.

"Trying to run away?"

He gave a low shout, twisted his waist sharply, and swept his right arm horizontally.

That was a heavy blow.

A muffled sound seemed to emanate from the air.

Xiao Wu didn't embezzle.

She lightly touched the ground with her toes, her body floating back half a foot, barely managing to avoid being hit.

Zhou Ling's attack missed, so he immediately pressed forward.

Step on the sand with your right foot.

Push in with your left shoulder.

The rhythm was perfectly maintained.

The noise from the stands in Soto City immediately rose again.

"Zhouling is not in chaos!"

"She might dodge once, but she can't dodge a second time!"

"The difference in strength is too great; she'll be finished if she gets even a touch!"

Xiao Wu didn't even look at those people.

She only had eyes for Zhou Ling's shoulders and feet.

Su Chen said this from the audience.

Don't look at the fist.

Look at the shoulders.

Once the shoulder line moves first, the subsequent force cannot be concealed.

Zhou Ling pressed down another step.

Xiao Wu suddenly slashed diagonally to the right.

Zhou Ling sneered and immediately followed up with his left leg.

But just as he filled in, Xiao Wu twisted her foot again.

She folded back as if she were pressed against a sandy surface.

Feint.

The second layer.

Zhou Ling's eyes darkened.

This time, he was really taken aback.

His center of gravity shifted halfway outwards, making it difficult to retract completely.

Taking advantage of this half-beat, Xiao Wu cut directly into his paint.

Zhou Ling's heart tightened.

It's close to my body.

What he hates most are opponents who are fast in close combat but don't engage in direct confrontation with him.

"Get out of here!"

Zhou Ling growled and slammed his elbow down.

Xiao Wu didn't take the hit directly.

She shrank her shoulders, slid her body over his elbow, her right hand followed Zhou Ling's forearm, and her left foot was already between his legs.

Leverage resources.

Fitted to the waist.

Twist your body.

She practiced this set of movements countless times in the training field.

boom.

Zhou Ling's tall body was pulled to one side.

But it didn't collapse.

He's a level 28 graduate after all; his foundation is solid.

His feet sank, and he managed to withstand the first blow.

The stands in Soto City erupted immediately.

"I told you I couldn't fall!"

"The difference in strength is too great!"

"Once Zhou Ling gains a foothold, she's finished!"

offstage.

Shen Zhi stared at the field, his breathing noticeably tense.

"The first attempt failed."

"She has to step down."

Su Chen looked at Xiao Wu on the stage but didn't reply.

But the fingertip on the railing tapped lightly.

On the arena.

Xiao Wu seemed to instinctively hear the rhythm.

She didn't linger.

The moment the first fall failed, the person had already retreated.

A fierce glint flashed in Zhou Ling's eyes.

"You want to leave now?"

He finally seized the opportunity, and his second spirit ring suddenly lit up.

A thick layer of earthy yellow light instantly enveloped his right arm and shoulder.

He charged straight at Xiao Wu like a ferocious beast that had just crashed into her.

This is not a test.

This is going to crush them in one fell swoop.

It's even faster than before.

The strength is also greater.

He stomped a series of deep sounds on the black stones at the edge of the arena.

Xiao Wu's breath hitched.

She could sense that she couldn't be touched this time.

The rhythm is broken the moment it's touched.

She slipped and slid sideways.

Zhou Ling followed closely behind.

Press down again.

Press them any further.

One step at a time.

It was obvious that he wanted to keep her on the edge.

The cheers from the stands grew louder and louder.

"Yes, press it down like that!"

"Don't let her get ahead of herself!"

"Just ram them out!"

Xiao Wu had retreated to within three steps of the edge of the arena.

Beyond that, it's out of bounds.

Zhou Ling finally managed a slight smile.

"It's over."

His right shoulder sank, and he crashed into the ground hard.

And in that very instant.

Xiao Wu's expression suddenly changed.

She didn't back down.

Instead, he pressed forward half a step towards Zhou Ling.

The stands were filled with astonishment.

Zhou Ling himself was also taken aback.

He didn't expect Xiao Wu to move in the opposite direction from this position.

This step is too risky.

That's so weird.

But because of this oddity, his shoulder line became messed up first.

Xiao Wu had been waiting for this chaos.

She lowered her body, her whole body like a taut whip, following the trajectory of Zhou Ling's charge, and instantly wrapped around his waist.

The left leg is hooked and bent.

Right shoulder thrusts into hip.

Pull and twist with both hands.

"Get down!"

Her voice wasn't loud.

But the movements were fierce.

Zhou Lingqian's momentum was already heavy, and she borrowed it all this time.

boom!

He was lifted half an inch off the ground.

The next second, Zhou Ling's tall body slammed horizontally out.

The sand and gravel exploded.

The sound of voices also exploded.

Zhou Ling rolled twice and slid to the edge of the ring, barely managing to steady himself by bracing himself with his right hand.

But Xiao Wu didn't give him a chance.

She has caught up.

fast.

too fast.

The scorpion braid swung behind her in a clean arc.

As soon as Zhou Ling looked up, Xiao Wu kicked his wrist, which was supporting him on the ground.

His hands went numb.

His body instantly disintegrated.

Using this as leverage, Xiao Wu flipped herself up in mid-air and wrapped her legs around his shoulders and neck.

Soft techniques, locks.

Zhou Ling's expression finally changed.

"roll!"

He growled as he tried to pull at Xiaowu's leg.

But Xiao Wu didn't give him any chance to exert his strength. She bent her waist and suddenly exerted force with her legs, making her whole body like a tightly locked lock.

screw.

bring.

fall!

boom!

Zhou Ling was violently pulled away from the edge of the arena by her.

The moment his body crashed to the ground, the entire audience fell silent.

Take a breath.

Two breaths.

The host suddenly snapped out of his daze, rushed to the edge of the stage, glanced at Zhou Ling's landing spot, and then looked at Xiao Wu, who was still standing steadily on the stage.

"Zhouling has crossed the boundary!"

"Xiao Wu wins the first round!"

The words fell.

The entire Soul Fighting Training Ground seemed to have been suddenly pierced through by something.

Soto was initially eerily silent.

Immediately afterwards, several students from Notting College who had come along shouted themselves hoarse.

"We won!"

"Sister Xiaowu won!"

"He fell out! He really fell out!"

Wang Sheng was so excited at the back of the crowd that his face turned red, and he clapped his hands loudly.

"I knew Xiao Wu was good!"

Shen Zhi stood there, staring at Xiao Wu on the stage, without saying a word for a long time.

That was a clean win.

It's not about luck.

It wasn't due to mistakes.

They directly dismantled Zhou Ling's most proficient rhythm and then threw him off the ring in front of everyone.

On the stage.

Xiao Wu was panting heavily.

My chest was heaving rapidly.

Stray hairs clung to the sides of her face, and beads of sweat slid down her chin.

But her eyes were surprisingly bright.

She glanced at the host and coach to confirm that she had really won before suddenly turning her head to look at the audience.

They spotted Su Chen at a glance.

Su Chen stood at the very front.

There was no applause.

They didn't shout.

He just looked at her and raised his chin slightly.

That movement wasn't significant.

Xiao Wu, however, seemed to be instantly ignited.

She couldn't help but smile.

Won.

She really won.

And in front of so many people, they thoroughly defeated Zhou Ling, who had such a foul mouth.

Zhou Ling then climbed up from the stage.

His hair was a mess, his lip was slightly scraped, and his face looked ashen.

He stared intently at Xiao Wu on the stage.

"I haven't lost yet."

The host frowned as he coached.

"You've gone out of bounds."

"That's what she stole."

You'd better think carefully before you speak.

Su Chen finally spoke.

He stood below the stage, his voice not loud, but he directly cut off Zhou Ling's words.

Zhou Ling suddenly looked at him.

Su Chen's eyes remained calm.

"You set the rules for the ring yourself."

"You yourself accepted the decision to forfeit the ball because it went out of bounds."

"Now that you've lost, you want to renege?"

Many Soto City students in the stands looked uneasy.

Because they were watching the whole thing.

How Xiao Wu entered, how she deceived, how she used leverage, and how she led Zhou Ling out of the arena—it was all crystal clear.

Not a speck of dirt.

There wasn't a drop of water in it.

Zhou Ling's chest heaved even more.

He's not a sore loser.

He never expected that he would lose to a work-study student from Nottingham.

In front of so many people, he was thrown off the stage in the most humiliating way.

Xiao Wu stood on the stage, looking down at him.

"Weren't you quite the talker back in the backcourt?"

"Why aren't you saying anything now?"

Zhou Ling's face tensed up.

Xiao Wu wiped the sweat from her forehead and added another sentence.

"By the way, what did you say earlier?"

"You think you'll have a dignified ending?"

She gave a soft hum.

"It seems you don't leave yourself much dignity."

This sentence was uttered.

Nottingham College was all smiles during the interview.

The people in Soto looked even darker.

Zhou Ling clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white, clearly wanting to go again.

But I raised my hand to stop him.

"Step back."

"You have already lost to me."

"7

Zhou Ling stared at Xiao Wu on the stage, and after a long while, he swallowed his anger.

He turned and walked away.

But after taking only two steps, he stopped again.

"Xiao Wu".

He didn't turn around, his voice was deep.

"Your victory in this match doesn't mean it's over."

Xiao Wu simply said she was sleepy.

"If you're not convinced, then practice your talking skills more."

"Or practice more on how not to fall off the rim."

Zhou Ling tensed his shoulders, but in the end, he still strode away.

Xiao Wu watched him leave the stage, and finally felt relieved.

She then jumped off the ring.

My legs felt a little weak when I landed.

The combination of high-intensity changes of direction and two bursts of soft-touch techniques took a toll on her than she had anticipated.

Her feet swayed.

Su Chen reached out and helped her up.

It wasn't a hug.

He simply supported her elbows steadily, helping her shift her center of gravity.

"Okay, Sister Xiaowu."

Su Chen looked at her.

"We really won."

Xiao Wu, who was still panting, immediately smiled upon hearing this.

"Of course."

"You said you would beat him yourself."

After she finished speaking, she seemed to suddenly remember something and immediately looked up.

"You promised me, you won't go back on your word, will you?"

Su Chen looked at her sweat-dampened forehead.

"Won't."

"Have you thought it through?"

"

Xiao Wu opened her mouth.

He had a lot to say, but suddenly his words caught in his throat.

She had actually thought of several options.

For example, ask Su Chen to bring her delicious food every day from now on.

For example, having Su Chen continue to train her individually.

for example----

Her ear tips slowly started to feel warm.

In the end, he could only manage to utter one sentence.

"I need to think about it some more."

Su Chen smiled.

"OK."

"Put it in the account first."

Xiao Wu snorted, but the corners of her mouth curled up even more.

Shen'er walked over at this moment.

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

"Soto City can't renege on this deal."

"However, precisely because they won so beautifully, things won't be easy from here on out."

Su Chen looked up.

"What do you mean?"

Shen hadn't spoken yet.

A louder commotion suddenly erupted on the other side of the stands.

The crowd spontaneously parted to make way for them.

A tall, slender girl dressed in black emerged from the end of the passage.

Her hair was tied up high, and she carried a slender iron spear in her hand. She walked slowly, but the spear tip dragged on the ground with a series of scraping sounds.

She didn't look at anyone else.

He only looked at Su Chen.

"The Zhou Mausoleum has been abandoned."

""

"Then you'll play in the next round."