Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

Below, Wang Teng felt a tingling sensation in his arms. He immediately circulated his soul power to quickly dispel the numbness.

Immediately afterwards, he clasped his hands together and gripped Xiao Wu's ankles tightly.

"what!"

Wang Teng exerted his strength, twisted his body and shoved Xiao Wu into the ring of flames beside him.

The flames were almost within reach, and the heat wave hit us in the face.

"Little dance!"

Outside the arena, Tang San's expression changed drastically, and Blue Silver Grass sprouted from beneath his feet.

Just then!

"Whoosh!"

A figure flashed by like a ghost.

It turned out that Flander had rushed into the arena at some point, snatched Xiao Wu from Wang Teng's hands, and then flapped his wings and flew into the sky.

Soon, Flander, carrying Xiaowu, landed lightly outside the arena.

Flander's entire rescue was so fast that it took everyone a while to react.

Xiao Wu was placed on the ground by Flander and looked at Wang Teng in a daze.

Then, she subconsciously squatted down and rubbed her ankle, which Wang Teng had held, where it still ached slightly.

"Good lad."

Flander turned to look at Wang Teng, a satisfied smile on his face, and nodded repeatedly.

Xiao Wu raised her head, her face full of indignation, and said, "Wang Teng, how come you're so strong?"

"Are you a Beast Soul Master, or am I?"

On the field, Wang Teng slowly retracted the spinning top, and the surrounding flames gradually dissipated.

Then, he nodded to Xiao Wu without saying anything more.

Zhao Wuji stepped onto the stage and loudly announced, "Wang Teng has won this battle of spirits!"

A round of applause and whistles rang out from the sidelines.

Dai Mubai stood at the front of the crowd, arms crossed, his expression turning serious.

He looked at Wang Teng in the arena, his eyes filled with a hint of seriousness.

Because it will be his turn to play in the next game.

Tang San walked to Xiao Wu's side and asked in a low voice, "Xiao Wu, are you alright?"

"fine."

Xiao Wu stood up, stretched her ankles, and said, "I just didn't expect him to be so strong. I was careless."

Flanders clapped his hands and said, "Alright, alright, everyone spread out and get ready for the next round."

The crowd stepped back slightly, giving the area more space.

Oscar leaned closer to Ma Hongjun and whispered, "Hey, who do you think will win if Boss Dai faces off against Wang Teng?"

Ma Hongjun rolled his eyes and said, "Is that even a question? It's definitely Boss Dai. The Evil-Eyed White Tiger is no pushover."

"Not always."

Ning Rongrong chimed in from the side, cheering for Wang Teng, "You saw Wang Teng's performance just now. He withstood Xiao Wu's attack head-on. His strength is no less than that of a Beast Soul Master."

Zhu Zhuqing remained expressionless, but her gaze remained fixed on Wang Teng, as if she were giving him an encouraging look.

Teacher Li Yusong stood beside Flander, looking at Wang Teng on the field, and praised, "This child has a deep understanding of soul skills and a very clear combat strategy."

"Knowing their strengths and weaknesses, they formulated tactics from the beginning and executed them very well."

Flanders nodded in agreement, saying, "That's right."

"However, the real test will come when we face Mu Bai next."

Wang Teng did not leave the arena, but stood still to regulate his breathing.

Although he won, he was quite exhausted, especially after taking Xiao Wu's kick at the end. His arms are still a little sore.

Then, Wang Teng looked up at Dai Mubai, who was already standing on the playground, and Dai Mubai was also looking at him.

Their eyes met, and sparks seemed to fly in the air.

Zhao Wuji stepped onto the stage again. After glancing at both sides, he shouted loudly, "Next match: Wang Teng vs. Dai Mubai."

"Both sides, please prepare yourselves. We will begin in one incense stick's time."

Wang Teng took a deep breath, took out a small water pouch from the storage soul tool at his waist, and drank two mouthfuls.

Then he closed his eyes and began to silently circulate his soul power to adjust his state.

Dai Mubai took off his outer clothes, revealing his muscular upper body, and began to stretch his muscles.

His muscles are smooth and powerful, and every movement he makes contains explosive power.

Xiao Wu stepped back to Tang San's side, rubbing her ankle as she whispered, "Third Brother, do you think Wang Teng can beat Boss Dai?"

Tang San pondered for a moment: "It's difficult."

“Boss Dai’s soul power is higher than his, and his White Tiger Martial Soul is also a top-tier beast Martial Soul with extremely strong attack power.”

"Moreover, Boss Dai is not lacking in defense, which means that Wang Teng's flame defense move may not be able to stop Boss Dai."

"Besides, Boss Dai is experienced in combat and is not as careless as you were just now."

"Hey, what do you mean by 'careless'?"

Xiao Wu punched him in dissatisfaction.

Tang San smiled but didn't say anything. Instead, he turned his gaze back to Wang Teng, who was meditating with his eyes closed in the arena.

At this moment, the sun rose higher and higher, and golden sunlight bathed the entire playground.

The time it takes for an incense stick to burn quickly passed.

Zhao Wuji raised his hand again and shouted, "Both sides, enter the arena!"

Wang Teng opened his eyes, stood up, and walked to the center of the field.

Dai Mubai strode into the arena, and the two stood about ten meters apart.

"Release your Martial Soul!"

With a flash of silver light, the spinning top reappeared in front of Wang Teng, buzzing and spinning.

White light surged around Dai Mubai, and a deep tiger roar resounded throughout the entire arena.

His body began to swell, his muscles bulged, sharp tiger claws grew from his hands, and a faint "king" character pattern appeared on his forehead.

The phantom of the Evil-Eyed White Tiger appeared behind him, exuding an oppressive aura.

"Contest--"

Zhao Wuji suddenly swung his hand downwards.

"start!"

Before Zhao Wuji could finish speaking, Wang Teng had already made his move.

Without any hesitation, he immediately used his second soul skill, and the Crimson Flame Divine Bird Spinning Top and the Silver Wing Flying Bird Spinning Top reappeared on either side of his body.

As soon as the two tops landed, they began to spin wildly, creating a whooshing sound.

"Wow—"

A clear, melodious chirp.

A phantom image of the Crimson Flame Bird appeared above Wang Teng's head, its entire body fiery red with its wings outstretched.

Immediately afterwards, blazing flames erupted from the two spinning tops.

Chapter 190 Combined Attack Technique: Beacon Fire Across the City

The flames, the spinning top, and the phantom of the Flaming Bird sacred beast above Wang Teng's head seemed to have established some kind of connection, echoing each other and cooperating perfectly.

In the blink of an eye, a protective shield formed by flames completely enveloped Wang Teng.

The protective shield was about three meters square, shaped like an inverted bowl, and firmly protected Wang Teng in the middle.

Besides that, the most eye-catching thing is the color of the outside of the protective shield.

The flames on the outside of the protective shield were purplish-red, clearly different from ordinary flames.

Clearly, this was Wang Teng releasing the evil fire within the Silverwing Bird Spinning Top.

The crimson flames licked the air, making a soft crackling sound.

Wang Teng knew very well that Dai Mubai was not in his league.

The Evil-Eyed White Tiger's martial soul is domineering, its soul skills are fierce, and it can both attack and defend, which perfectly counters his fighting style that requires time to plan.

Therefore, Wang Teng went all out from the start, with no intention of holding back.

So, while maintaining the flame shield, Wang Teng retreated in large strides.

He wanted to replicate the tactics from the previous game, create distance, and fight a war of attrition.

However, Wang Teng had only taken a few steps back when his pupils suddenly contracted.

Because Dai Mubai on the other side made a move.

Moreover, it charged directly at him with an extremely ferocious attitude.

"Third Soul Skill: White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"

The thousand-year-old purple soul ring lit up instantly.

Dai Mubai's already imposing figure swelled even more, his muscles bulged, and the tiger stripes glowed with a faint white light.

He stomped one foot on the ground, and like a tiger unleashed from its cage, he pounced on Wang Teng with a whooshing sound.

As for the distance between the two?