Douluo: Son of Chenxin, kill the god with one sword!

Chapter 18: Personal battle alone!Ten consecutive victories, shocking Soto City!

Soul Master who is only 12 years old!

The host just finished speaking.The entire fighting spirit arena suddenly set off a stormy wave that could not be calmed down for a long time!

The spirit fighting arena has always been about strength.

The information was so shocking that people began to doubt the reliability of the information from the Soto Spirit Arena.

Almost everyone in the ring suspected that they heard it wrong.

But the facts lay before us.

Soto City Great Spirit Arena never lies.

Everyone in the stands looked at each other, and the sound that had been silent for a moment suddenly roared like a mountain and a tsunami.

"A 12-year-old soul master? Is he the legendary innate soul power?"

"But even if you are born with full soul power, you may not be able to become a soul master at this age, right?"

"Don't be so excited, maybe you're just a showman."

"Fantasy? Don't be ridiculous! That's the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect. If someone is really innately full of soul power, with the resources of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, what's so strange about a 12-year-old Soul Master??"

As the high-altitude cableway reached the stands, the announcer and host, who was wearing a well-fitting suit, couldn't help wiping away a cold sweat.

He held the file in one hand and the sound tube in the other.

My body wasn't sure whether it was excitement or fear.

Such a young Soul Lord was in disbelief when he saw the file at first.

But he can't control that much, after all, this is just his own job.

But when he learned about the opponent Chen Yuan requested, he was even more shocked.

Chen Yuan proposed to the arena party that there was only one condition for matching his opponent.

strong enough.

The stronger the better.

The organizers have never seen the combat power of a person who can reach Soul Master at the age of 12, so they thought that it might be from one of our disciples.

Therefore, the ranking is directly based on the highest specifications of the same level.

The person who fought against Dust Source: Dewey.

A madman who was born to fight, his martial spirit is a top-notch beast martial spirit, full of rage and rage.

A superb attack-type beast martial spirit, its soul power has reached an astonishing level 39.

And according to major rumors.

It's not that Dewey couldn't upgrade to the Soul Sect, but that he wanted to be stuck in the Soul Sect realm to become invincible at the same level.

Its martial spirit, Furious Bear, can greatly improve one's physical fitness in a short period of time, integrating offense and defense.

It can be said that when Dewey is in a violent state, no one under the Soul Sect can break his defense.

It is precisely because of this that Dewey's record has reached a terrifying 36 battles and 35 wins!
Until Chenyuan stepped onto the ring.

The host shouted the name of Chenyuan's opponent at the top of his lungs: "Let us shout for the master of the Soul Arena, the furious bear! Dewey!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden sound of steel plates flying out from the opposite side of the ring, and the three-meter-high steel door flew out and hit the bottom of the ring.

"Let a newcomer fight Dewey in his debut match? That's crazy! How on earth is the Soto Spirit Arena arranged?"

"Haha, I think it's just to add to Dewey's record. Even if he is really a 12-year-old soul master, how can he beat Dewey?"

"It's so tender!"

All in all, almost no one is optimistic about Chenyuan.

Only Ning Rongrong found the entrance to the ring. Looking at the shocking proportion, he directly put all the soul coins he brought on Chen Yuan.

Others didn't know it, but she knew exactly what Chen Yuan's strength was.The enthusiastic fans on the stage chanted Dewey's name, which was enough to witness his dominance in the Soto Spirit Fighting Arena.

In the darkness, scarlet eyes slowly moved out, and a two-meter-tall man walked out with his upper body bare.

His hands were shackled with pig iron shackles, dark brown messy hair flowed all the way to his waist and abdomen, and his tendons were sharply angular. From a distance, he looked like a brown bear.

Dewey walked to Chenyuan step by step, with less than three meters between them.

Dewey grinned, and the explosive muscles on his body surged as if he were alive. He easily broke the shackles with his hands and stood there moving to restrain them.

He looked at Chen Yuan's body with disdain and said with a smile: "You are just a brat with no muscles. You met me when you first participated in the Soul Fighting Arena. You are unlucky."

Chen Yuan didn't care about this, so what about the realm of Soul Master? How many swords could this Dewey hold up?
The sword box suddenly appeared behind him, six swords were swinging sideways, and Huang Lu flew out into Chen Yuan's hands.

He held the sword across Dewey's throat and said without changing his expression: "Did you win 34 victories with your mouth?"

"This is a spirit fighting arena. If you want to fight, fight. Why are you talking such nonsense?"

The bold and arrogant look of confidence made the audience on the stage exclaim.

How dare an unknown person take the initiative to anger Dewey?Does this guy think he has a long life?

With just one sentence, the veins on Dewey's body were exposed, like a dragon and a snake slithering away.

In addition to his rage, the hair on Dewey's body grew wildly: "Boy, you are not the first guy who dares to be so arrogant in front of me, but in the end they all ended badly."

"Do you know?"

Dewey's endless chatter made Chen Yuan impatient.

Chenyuan tilted his head and ignored his next words. Instead, he asked the host in the sky: "The battle has begun now, right?"

The host wiped his cold sweat and responded with lack of confidence: "Now, it is indeed the beginning."

The newcomer actually ignored Dewey's words. Dewey hated it when someone interrupted him.

The host simply couldn't imagine how the furious Dewey would treat Chenyuan.

Sure enough, Dewey looked angrily at Chen Yuan, who had just turned his head in front of him, and smiled angrily. The furious martial soul attached to his body and his body improved to a higher level again.

Now that the battle has been confirmed, there is no need for Chen Yuan to continue to waste time with him.

In the sword box, the dragon, snake and three thousand were walking quickly, accompanied by the yellow hut in their hands, and the three pieces came out at once.

Dewey still kept the look of a winner and babbled: "Boy, after you lose, remember to remember my name deeply."

Before he finished speaking, Dewey felt like he was spinning.

He fell to the ground with a heavy sound and severe pain.

Then there is no more.When Dewey returned to the country, he didn't know why he was already lying in the open space outside the ring.

He looked at Chen Yuan who was still fighting on the stage and was unconvinced. He was about to go up to fight, but was stopped by the host on the side with a wry smile: "You have already lost enough to be embarrassed, so don't go up and be embarrassed again, Dewey."

"Just accept your fate, you are not someone you can afford to offend."

Dewey didn't know anything about fighting, but everyone on the stage saw it clearly.

Just after the host confirmed that the battle started.

The source of dust holds Huang Lu.

A thousand swords in an instant!
The three swords hit Dewey hard on the back of the neck, jaw, and Tianling respectively!
The powerful force of the moment knocked Dewey unconscious on the spot.

Everyone had a hunch that if Chen Yuan hadn't saved his life, Dewey might have died on the spot.

In the high platform viewing room.

The host just now knelt on the ground and asked with a grimace.

"Master, what should we do?"

(End of this chapter)