Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1234 Phoenix Cry Mysterious Ice: Faction Battle
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The independent courtyard is located deep in the dormitory area, and it is still some distance away from the fighting spirit area.

There are thirty-six fighting arenas, including both outdoor arenas and indoor venues.

This time, they chose an indoor fighting arena, whose structure is quite similar to an indoor basketball court.

Because of this, the Fighting Spirit Arena has a certain soundproofing effect. When Chen Xiaojun passed by just now, although he vaguely heard some cheers, he did not pay much attention to it.

As Chen Xiaojun and Xiaoyi walked along, all they could hear around them, apart from the sounds of fierce fighting, were the audience members holding their breath, and occasionally uttering low exclamations and gasps of surprise.

Looking up, dozens of flaming fist shadows merged together and concentrated at one point to form a blazing flaming phoenix head.

Phoenix Comet Fist!
This is Ma Liang!

The person on the opposite side was suddenly wrapped up and then blown away.

The man who was blown away drew a messy arc in the air like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily on the edge of the fighting arena, raising a cloud of dust.

There was a burst of exclamations from the audience, and then it quickly quieted down. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the stage, afraid to miss any wonderful moment.

Chen Xiaojun and Xiaoyi were standing in the crowd, also watching intently.

Xiaoyi couldn't help but gently tug at Chen Xiaojun's sleeve: "Ma Liang's Phoenix Comet Fist is pretty good."

Chen Xiaojun narrowed his eyes slightly, looking back and forth between Ma Liang and the man who fell to the ground, and said in a deep voice: "Although the competition on the fighting spirit stage is a competition to determine the winner, the attacks are also ruthless."

"However, judging from the man's breathing, although he is a little disordered, he does not seem to be in danger of death."

As he was speaking, the man who had fallen to the ground was seen struggling to stand up slowly.

His clothes were tattered and his face was covered in dust and scratches, but his eyes revealed a stubbornness that refused to admit defeat.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and shouted, "Come again!"

Before he finished speaking, he rushed towards Ma Liang like an angry bull.

He wielded a long black ice sword in his hand, the blade flashing with cold light, and slashed straight at Ma Liang with a fierce momentum.

Ma Liang looked calm. Facing the fierce knife attack, he dodged it easily by leaning sideways.

At the same time, he waved his claws quickly, and streaks of blazing flames gushed out from his fingertips, interweaving into a huge fire net in the air, covering the man's head.

Seeing this, the man hurriedly swung his sword and cut off the flames one by one.

However, the flames were like a thorn in his flesh, endless and incessant, making him overwhelmed.

Just when he was distracted, Ma Liang seized the opportunity, flashed, and instantly came behind him and kicked him in the back.

The man fell to the ground again. This time, he struggled for a long time before he slowly got up. His aura was obviously much weaker.

But he still gritted his teeth and refused to admit defeat.

The audience in the audience was also infected by the fierce battle and burst into cheers.

Chen Xiaojun watched the battle on the stage, turned to Xiaoyi and said, "This battle of souls, in which winning or losing is decided, can really inspire people's potential and allow them to see the excitement that is hard to see in normal days."

Xiaoyi nodded but said nothing.

For both of them, what matters is not only the combat power, but also the rationality of the use of soul skills, the coherence of moves, tactical intentions and other combat talents, as well as the fighting will.

The fight is still going on, the two people on the stage are fighting back and forth, neither of them giving in.

Suddenly, there appeared a shadow of a fire phoenix that was over ten meters long. The sound of the phoenix's cry was deafening, echoing throughout the entire fighting arena.

Phoenix Meteor Fist!
As soon as this move was used, everyone recognized that it was Ma Liang's unique skill!

The combination of the first soul skill [Phoenix Burst Fist] and the third soul skill [Phoenix Shock Wave]!

The air in the indoor fighting arena was burned into a red-gold color, and tiny sparks were suspended in the dome barrier.

A ten-meter-tall fire phoenix swooped down with a wave of fiery air, and the strong wind raised by its wings plowed black gullies in the black steel ground.

The locked opponent's black ice blade shadows crossed into a barrier, instantly condensing into seven layers of prism crystals, but all of them vaporized the moment the phoenix shadow touched them.

The scarlet mark gushing from the phoenix's beak turned into a shower of meteors, and each cluster of flames was wrapped in explosive force.

The crisp sounds of several soul guide lenses exploding were heard from the audience, and distorted space ripples appeared in the steaming mist caused by the heat wave.

In the turbulent flow of red gold and black ice soul power, the phoenix wings suddenly reflected the strange phenomenon of the sun and the moon shining together. The moment the third soul ring bloomed, all the dissipated energy rolled back to the fist like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

Looking at the man fighting with Ma Liang, he was instantly covered by the shadow of a fire phoenix, followed by a loud bang.

The clanging fragments of black ice had not yet hit the ground, but had already melted into flowing liquid soul silver in the high temperature.

The man was blown away by the fierce attack of the Fire Phoenix.

The blood mist exploded into a bloody curtain within the barrier, but was instantly evaporated by the remaining holy fire.

The therapist in the front row of the spectator booth rushed forward and pressed hard on his opponent's chest.

The healing spirit power that overflowed from between the fingers collided with the remaining pressure in the air, producing fine electric light.

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“This is too cruel.”

"I really can't believe that our elegant and gentle 'Chang'an Jade Man' can be so wild and fearless in a fight!"

"What they play is explosion."

"That's because my opponent is quite strong. He's a fierce player from the senior class. Naturally, I have to go all out and not show any mercy."

"Is this the strength of the junior high school team's regular players?"

"Yeah, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed they were so strong." "Seeing is believing, what a pity. If I had known this, I would have definitely gone to watch the China-UK finals."

"Hindsight!"

"Are all the junior high school candidates already Soul Masters?"

"Yes, even Gao Cuilan, I remember she was level 35 before, and she became a Soul Master after a transformation. She also displayed such a powerful attack skill in the battle before."

"Is there anything strange about this? They are already gifted geniuses, and with the full support of their family resources, they will have a huge improvement as the competition approaches."

"The most unexpected one is Zhu Wuneng!"

“I never expected that the casting for this competition would turn into a fierce showdown between camps.”

"Look, Zhu Wuneng is out."

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"Marshal Canopy!"

"Marshal Canopy!"

"Brother-in-law, come on, beat them up!" (Where did they get in?)
Zhu Wuneng leaped onto the stage with a nimble posture. He gently patted Ma Liang's shoulder, who was frowning slightly with an expression of reluctance, and then slammed the Nine-toothed Rake heavily to the ground, splashing some dust.

He held his head high, pointed his finger at the other side, and shouted: "You guys, do you still want to continue fighting?"

The faces of the group of people opposite suddenly became gloomy as water, and the atmosphere was so solemn that it seemed as if water could drip out.

The man who had just fought with Ma Liang was already considered a master among their group, with a soul power level as high as 48!
Such strength is already outstanding among his peers. You know, it is not easy to reach the realm of Soul King.

Don’t underestimate that golden generation. Apart from Gu Wuyan, there were six soul kings.

The reason why they are so dazzling is because of their extraordinary talents. Not only do they possess mutated martial souls, but they also have innate soul power of more than level eight.

This kind of innate talent is known as a "great genius" in the world of soul masters, but in fact, there are very few of them.

Among the thousands of students in Chang'an College, if we exclude the elite small group like Chen Xiaojun, there are definitely no more than ten people with innate soul power level eight.

If we go a step further and exclude the seven people of the golden generation, there are only a handful of such geniuses in the entire school, probably less than three.

This shows that such talent is extremely rare.

Therefore, three years ago, when the talented young man who was ranked first and even surpassed Su Ningxia was secretly poached by Tiandou Academy, everyone in the academy sighed and was heartbroken.

It should be noted that the eighth level of innate soul power is one of the important thresholds for senior students to reach the realm of Soul King.

Of course, the reason why the golden generation was able to successfully advance to Soul King, in addition to their own outstanding qualifications, was inseparable from the strong support of their respective family resources.

Without the silent support of the Wuchen family behind the scenes, how could Liu Ruyan, Shen Youchu and others be so successful?

In contrast, Chen Ze and Chu Youwei's road to promotion was much more bumpy, and they only entered the Soul King realm this year.

Therefore, looking back at the past competition years, it was already a rare achievement for Chang'an College to have two or three Soul Kings in charge.

And among the group of people challenging them today, there is not a single Soul King.

To Chen Xiaojun, the ten thousand year spirit ring is not a big deal, or even very important.

After all, the abundant resources he possessed were enough to allow him to easily make up for the baptismal effect brought by the ten thousand year soul ring on his path of cultivation.

(PS: For him, high-level resources have long been a daily routine, even to the point of being "vomiting" from saturation.)
However, for the students in school, having a ten thousand year spirit ring makes a world of difference to one or not.

At the Soul Sect level, unlike the huge gap between high-level Soul Masters due to differences in soul power levels, the competition between students is more reflected in the details.

Zhu Wuneng and his companions, who possess top-level martial souls, use the essence of soul power purity and strong soul power reserves brought by top-level martial souls and high-level meditation methods to make up for the soul power gap caused by age differences.

The large amount of high-level inheritance and rich combat experience possessed by the small team are even more powerful, giving it an unshakable advantage.

As time goes by, this seemingly insignificant contest gradually breeds, ferments, and develops, causing waves out of nowhere.

The students began to spontaneously gather together for warmth, forming clearly defined camps.

Zhu Wuneng and others naturally became representatives of the children of aristocratic families.

Uh, Ma Wencai is here too. He can’t be absent at this time. Although he didn’t play much, his performance was pretty good.

Of course, he was not a starter for the middle school team, but only played as a substitute.

Their opponents are mostly master spirit masters of common origin.

Yes, these seniors, they are the masters besides the golden generation, and most of them are civilian academics.

As for the remaining ones on the other side, they are a small group of people who are watching and occasionally come to join in the fun.

They came from middle-class noble families, maintained a neutral attitude, and played a delicate role in the confrontation between the two major camps.

The onlookers unknowingly split into three camps.

Over the past three days, the fierce battles on the fighting spirit arena were not decided by a single match of only a dozen or so, but hundreds of exciting duels were staged one after another.

It's not about a few games or wins, but a continuous cycle until the opponent is convinced and no longer has to make excuses.

On the first day, those civilian masters relied on the information gap that they had some understanding of Zhu Wuneng's small team while the small team had no understanding of them, so the fight was difficult to determine the winner.

Although they are slightly at a disadvantage, it is enough to make them excited, rubbing their hands, and eager to give it a try.

However, the good times did not last long. On the second day, the situation took a turn for the worse.

As the small team members gradually became familiar with the moves of these civilian masters, the battle situation began to become one-sided, the civilian masters suffered more defeats than victories, and their morale was crushed.

Today, the situation is even more bleak. It is almost impossible for civilian masters to find a chance of winning. They suffer defeat after defeat, which is truly regrettable.

(End of this chapter)