Douluo Continent: My life is ruined, but I become stronger by taking on disciples.

Chapter 112 Zhu Zhuqing wins; the storm is coming.

On the stage, Zhu Zhuqing's figure flickered like a ghost, dazzling the eye.

Ning Wuchen's expression was solemn, and he was completely unable to catch a glimpse of Zhu Zhuqing.

He originally thought that with his level 51 Soul King strength and the control ability of his Martial Soul, he could restrain Zhu Zhuqing, a speed-attack type Soul Master.

However, Zhu Zhuqing's speed far exceeded his expectations.

Even compared to some Soul King-level agility-type Soul Masters, she is in no way inferior.

"Damn, I didn't expect her to be so fast!"

Ning Wuchen mentally complained, and fine beads of sweat unknowingly appeared on his forehead.

The hand holding the Seven Hells Soul-Suppressing Tower trembled slightly due to the severe depletion of soul power.

His attack methods are quite different from those of a power-attack type Soul Master.

Unlike weapon spirits and beast spirits, which can attack directly, it requires releasing a spirit skill every time.

Therefore, his soul power was consumed very quickly.

Therefore, when Ning Wuchen fought Zhu Zhuqing, his advantage in soul power was actually not that great.

Zhu Zhuqing heard the cheers from the audience and knew that Oscar had won.

"Oscar has already won, so I can't fall behind! During this period of probing, I've already determined the control range of his soul skill."

She knew that although Ning Wuchen's martial soul control ability was powerful, the range it covered was not large, and was even a bit small.

As long as he maintains high-speed movement, his soul skill is just for show.

Thinking of this, Zhu Zhuqing's gaze fell on another arena.

Oscar was waving excitedly at her and cheering her on.

"Thank you, Oscar, I will never lose!" Zhu Zhuqing thought to herself, deciding to take the initiative.

In an instant, his first spirit ring lit up.

Then, like a black lightning bolt, she rushed towards Ning Wuchen in a strange arc.

The speed was dazzling, and dozens of afterimages appeared on the entire arena.

Ning Wuchen was startled upon seeing this and hurriedly activated the Seven Hells Soul Suppressing Tower.

"Second Soul Skill, Suppress!"

Before she could finish speaking, an invisible force field suddenly appeared, attempting to suppress Zhu Zhuqing.

However, Zhu Zhuqing suddenly froze, avoiding the target, and instantly rushed in the direction of her thought.

"Damn it!" Ning Wuchen cursed under his breath, his face growing increasingly grim.

However, a cold smile crept into his heart.

A glint of light flashed in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes as she continued to accelerate and approach Ning Wuchen.

However, just as she was less than ten meters away from Ning Wuchen, a sudden gust of wind arose all around.

"Finally, they've fallen for it! Fourth Soul Skill, Bind!"

Ning Wuchen's smug voice rang out at this moment, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

In an instant, the gale around Zhu Zhuqing suddenly condensed into wind ropes as thick as bowls, directly binding her limbs.

"Got you!"

A ruthless glint flashed in Ning Wuchen's eyes. Without the slightest hesitation, he took out the Zhuge Divine Crossbow from his soul tool.

"Go to hell!"

He suddenly pulled the trigger, and with a whoosh, dozens of steel crossbow bolts gleaming coldly shot through the air toward Zhu Zhuqing.

The arrowheads of the crossbow bolts were all coated with a black liquid, indicating that they had been poisoned.

This move was undeniably ruthless.

Ning Wuchen's sudden use of a hidden weapon, an act that disregarded martial ethics, immediately drew ridicule from the audience.

"So these are the disciples of the three upper sects? They are truly of noble character."

"It's truly eye-opening that a Soul King has to use external force to fight a Soul Master."

"They have no shame at all."

However, Ning Wuchen ignored the audience's ridicule.

"Hmph, a bunch of frogs in a well. If we can obtain a 100,000-year-old soul bone, what does it matter if we are disgraced? Compared to a 100,000-year-old soul bone, all fame is insignificant."

What is a face?

Can a face bring a 100,000-year-old soul bone to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?

Ning Wuchen was very confident that as long as he defeated Zhu Zhuqing, without the restraint of agility-type soul masters, he would be the champion of this exchange competition.

By then, the 100,000-year-old soul bone might not be his, but he could still dream of the 50,000-year-old soul bone.

After all, a 100,000-year-old soul bone is something even a Title Douluo would covet; a Soul King like him wouldn't be delusional.

However, Zhu Zhuqing had long suspected that Ning Wuchen was carrying hidden weapons.

After all, during the competition for seats, almost every disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School carried hidden weapons.

As the representative sent by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to participate in the Soul Master Exchange Competition, how could he not have some hidden weapons on him?

"Is that so? You want to kill me? You're not capable!"

Zhu Zhuqing sneered. Her body, bound by the wind ropes, became illusory, turning into a mere afterimage.

"What?!" Ning Wuchen's pupils shrank suddenly, his heart filled with shock.

With a few thuds, the crossbow bolts pierced through Zhu Zhuqing's afterimage, and the afterimage completely dissipated.

Ning Wuchen frantically searched for Zhu Zhuqing's figure, when suddenly a chill ran down his spine.

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Zhu Zhuqing's true form had appeared behind him at some unknown time.

"Oh no! Fifth Soul Skill..."

Zhu Zhuqing didn't give Ning Wuchen a chance to use his fifth soul skill, and her fourth soul ring suddenly lit up.

A flash of black light appeared, and she viciously clawed at Ning Wuchen's back.

"Sizzle!"

A tearing sound rang out, followed by a scream.

Ning Wuchen's back was torn open, and bright red blood instantly stained his clothes, turning them into strips of cloth.

Zhu Zhuqing gave him no chance to catch his breath, launching a barrage of attacks.

Her claws flashed like the Grim Reaper's scythe, each swing leaving a trail of blood on Ning Wuchen's back.

Before the audience could react, Ning Wuchen collapsed in a pool of blood, gradually losing his life.

The audience was silent for a moment, then erupted in deafening cheers.

Zhu Zhuqing's performance of defeating a stronger opponent with a weaker one has shocked everyone.

It's unbelievable that a level 42 Soul Master could defeat a level 51 Soul King!

Lan Minghua smiled slightly, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

He turned to look at Feng Xiaotian and Shui Bing'er, and said calmly, "How was it? Your second senior sister's strength didn't disappoint you, did it?"

Feng Xiaotian and Shui Bing'er looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock.

Both of them were outstanding talents in the contemporary Elemental Academy, and they believed that they had few rivals among their peers.

However, they never imagined that Oscar and Zhu Zhuqing, who were even younger than them, would be so powerful.

Feng Xiaotian has always considered himself a genius. Whether it is his innate full soul power or his self-created soul skills, either one is enough to make him proud.

But after becoming Lan Minghua's apprentice, he realized that he was like a frog in a well.

He exclaimed sincerely, "Master, Second Senior Sister is amazing!"

Shui Bing'er nodded in agreement upon hearing this.

Lan Minghua nodded, his gaze returning to the arena.

Then, he said calmly, "Don't be surprised yet, your third and fifth senior sisters haven't performed yet."

Upon hearing this, Feng Xiaotian and Shui Bing'er straightened their expressions and continued watching the battle on the arena.

Lan Minghua didn't rush to pay attention, but instead observed the expressions of Gu Rong and the others with great interest.

Their expressions at that moment were truly fascinating.

"Before the exchange competition even started, you were already thinking about how to distribute the prizes among the top three. In the end, none of the three teams had a single player make it into the top eight. It's really laughable."

At this moment, the atmosphere in the room where Gu Rong, Tang Xiao, and Yu Yuanzhen were located was unusually heavy.

Gu Rong's face was gloomy as he said coldly, "Damn it, all of our people have been defeated, leaving only Lan Minghua's disciple and the people from the Spirit Hall."

"In that case, let's begin the plan. After all, reputation isn't determined by the victor!"

Yu Yuanzhen and the other two exchanged glances and then sent messages to their respective people.

The siege has begun.

(End of this chapter)