In Douluo Continent, the Pope used me as a substitute for my first love.

Chapter 309 Wang Zhao: Rat, obediently become the stepping stone for my new identity to be revealed!

At this moment, Wang Zhao listened to Tang Hao's words and couldn't help but click his tongue twice in his heart.

As expected, his Necromancer's Scythe Martial Soul with only one Soul Ring was very deceptive. Without suspecting anything about "twin Martial Souls," even the most wary Soul Master would inevitably underestimate him.

After all, the traditional concept of soul rings among soul masters in Douluo Continent is that unless it is a legendary blood-red 100,000-year soul ring, it is absolutely impossible for a soul ring to contain more than one soul skill.

Not to mention, while Wang Zhao's strange gray spirit ring is somewhat odd, it's not impossible that some people believe it to be a low-age or mutated "ten-thousand-year black spirit ring"...

And all of this was exactly what he wanted.

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Wang Zhao felt that he had finally acquired a new martial soul that he could be proud of, and it would be unreasonable not to take this opportunity to create a "new identity".

He quickly realized that his identity as the "Holy Son" of the Spirit Hall had never been officially revealed. Since that was the case, he might as well let this identity be used to create a different kind of "Necromancer Holy Scythe Spirit Master" through his third spirit.

This persona is quite unique. His martial soul is a scythe, with necromancy attributes, yet it is not "cold" at all, but rather as warm as light. His soul power level seems to be exceptionally high, yet he only has a strange gray soul ring. Furthermore, he seems to have a lot of "soul skills," even an absurd number, but in reality, they are all soul skills disguised as necromancy magic...

Well, in this way, it will be possible to completely distinguish the identity of "Holy Son of the Spirit Hall" from Wang Zhao's identity as "Lord of the Dragon King Hall".

In the eyes of the world, if the Spirit Hall were to produce another peerless genius like Wang Zhao of the Dragon King Hall, possessing the monstrous strength of a Title Douluo at a young age, it would undoubtedly put great pressure on the group that had been plotting to form the Anti-Spirit Alliance.

In turn, this would solidify Wang Zhao's position as a "traitor" hidden within the Anti-Martial Soul Alliance.

After all, Wang Zhao knew very well that although Ning Fengzhi and Xue Ye's group treated him kindly and acted as if he were a sharp sword against the Spirit Hall, they were actually quite wary of him.

At least in recent years, Wang Zhao could clearly sense that as the Dragon King Palace and the Free Guild grew larger and larger, their development was gradually hampered by many subtle obstacles. Unsurprisingly, it was Xue Ye, the feudal-minded emperor "Old Goose," who, together with Ning Fengzhi, wanted to restrict his development.

That being the case.

Letting the "Holy Son of the Spirit Hall" put a little pressure on those troublemakers will make Wang Zhao's life much more comfortable...

These thoughts had been surfacing in Wang Zhao's mind since he quietly arrived at this place. That's why he summoned his Necromancer's Holy Scythe Martial Soul, entered the scene "openly and squarely," and took the initiative to injure and block Tang Hao, who was about to leave. He then revealed his identity through the "Holy Son's Token."

Indeed, Wang Zhao's idea was to make this "Daily Douluo" who had once killed Qian Xunji, the former Pope of the Spirit Hall, the stepping stone for his Holy Son to "debut at his peak" and become famous in one battle!

Of course, the premise is that Wang Zhao needs to force Tang Hao to use his Clear Sky Hammer first, and truly put the infamous title of "Fallen Soul Master" on him.

As he pondered this, Tang Hao's peerless iron fist had already reached Wang Zhao. Wang Zhao remained calm, merely curling the corner of his mouth before suddenly spinning the Necromancer's Holy Scythe in his hand.

Seeing this, Tang Hao couldn't help but grin maliciously.

He thought that at such a close distance, and given Wang Zhao's current posture, it was impossible for the Spirit Hall's Holy Son to actually manage to strike him directly with the blade of his long-handled scythe, a weapon spirit with extremely high difficulty in operation.

Even if he could do it, given his punching speed, it would definitely be too late. If this holy son who likes to play tricks isn't stupid, he would definitely choose to use the hilt of his sword to block him.

In that case, it's time to see who has the greater strength. As a top-tier power-type Clear Sky Hammer Soul Master, Tang Hao believes he is second to none. Even though he hasn't summoned his own Martial Soul yet, not just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can challenge him!

"Bang!"

Soon, as expected, Wang Zhao's necromancer's scythe handle clashed with Tang Hao's fist, which was striking forward. For a moment, neither could gain the upper hand, as if their forces were evenly matched.

What...what?!

Tang Hao was surprised by this.

What's going on with this Holy Son of the Spirit Hall? How can he be so powerful?

There were no obvious signs of soul skill enhancement on his body, which meant that even if this Holy Son of the Spirit Hall did not use his own martial soul, he could still fight me with just his fists.

Tang Hao's mind was in turmoil, but his actions were swift. Seeing Wang Zhao's hands tightly gripping the scythe handle, he decisively unleashed his other fist, which was gathering power at his waist.

The fact that you were able to barely contend with me in terms of strength is probably because you used both of your hands against my one hand, which is certainly something to be proud of.

Tang Hao thought to himself.

He immediately concluded that Wang Zhao was able to block his first punch because Wang Zhao was gripping the handle of the Necromancer's Scythe with both hands, using the strength of his hands to help him.

That being the case.

If he uses his other fist, how should this Holy Son of the Spirit Hall deal with it?

In the midst of this tense atmosphere, Tang Hao suddenly heard a "hehe".

"Bang!"

Immediately afterwards, another explosive collision sound rang out. Tang Hao looked down and saw that Wang Zhao had directly confronted him with his fist!

What the hell?

This Holy Son of the Spirit Hall doesn't have both hands... When Tang Hao's peripheral vision caught sight of Wang Zhao's Necromancer's Scythe, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Suddenly, Wang Zhao used one hand to hold the Necromancer's Scythe, blocking his right fist, while his other hand was free and clenched into a fist to block his left fist.

Tang Hao finally raised his head slowly again.

Zhengjian, Wang Zhao’s face was full of smiles.

"you……"

"What about me?"

Are you surprised by my power?

As Wang Zhao chatted and laughed, he swiftly swung and spun the Necromancer's Scythe in one hand, seizing the opportunity when Tang Hao was momentarily stunned, and quietly moved the blade up to his front.

Then, a swift and decisive slash.

"Whoosh!!!"

In an instant, a deep gash appeared on Tang Hao's chest, and blood gushed out from his body like a jet of water.

"You're nothing special."

Hearing the mocking words of the Spirit Hall's Holy Son, who was so close at hand, about his "profound skill," Tang Hao's breathing became heavier.

(End of this chapter)