Douluo: Reincarnation of Kuiba, Wuhun Chongtian Lance

Chapter 16 Stud is a kind of wisdom

"War Spirit, kill this brat and make him lose his mind!"

"I'll bet two glasses of Bloody Mary that the brat can't survive two moves!"

"Ahaha, I bet three cups that the brat will be cut in half by the fighting spirit within five moves!"

The cheers in the stadium reached a climax, and all the spectators had red eyes and waved their fists.

Looking at them, they all wish they could replace Zhan Hun to fight Huan Ming.

Without exception, no one is optimistic about Huanming.

But that is also human nature. If Huanming himself was not sure, he would probably have bet on Zhanhun to win.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"Kill him! Kill him!"

"I'm going all in, Fighting Spirit, I'm going to take care of this brat in one move!"

"All in is a kind of wisdom, I will also go all in!"

"..."

This was probably a battle with very little suspense, so all the audience bet on Zhan Hun to win.

The difference in odds is also quite outrageous. It is not difficult to imagine that if Huanming wins, eighty to ninety percent of the Fallen present will lose all their money!
Seeing Huanming standing still like a piece of wood, Yunsha in the audience narrowed her eyes.

For some unknown reason, she made an outrageous decision.

"come here."

"Ms. Yunsha, how can I help you?"

"I bet ten glasses of Bloody Mary on... Kuiba to win."

Yunsha didn't know what was wrong with her, maybe it was because of Huanming's calmness.

It is also possible that Huanming gives people an inexplicable sense of security that makes people subconsciously believe in him.

So, Yunsha finally bet on Huanming to win.

Anyway, she is in the service of the King of Slaughter, so ten glasses of Bloody Mary would not cause any serious harm to her.

On the contrary, if "Kuiba" really won, she wouldn't have to worry about Bloody Mary for a long time in the future.

No matter how you look at it, it's a good deal, so why wouldn't she do it?

*
Amidst the excited cheers, the fighting spirit prepared to take action.

But Huanming took off his mask at this time. He would not need it after today.

Zhan Hun was stunned, "Little ghost, you actually took off your mask?"

"I'm not someone who looks shameful, nor am I someone who hides in the shadows, so why should I wear a mask?"

Throwing the mask on the ground, Huanming smiled faintly.

Looking at Huanming's slightly immature face, Zhan Hun seemed to have been greatly provoked once again.

"There is a road to heaven but you don't take it. There is no door to hell but you break in. Die!"

Then the long sword in his hand flashed with cold light, and his body suddenly rushed towards Huanming's position!
"Hang! Hang!"

The two meridian gates opened for a moment, and Huanming easily dodged the fatal blow.

Zhan Hun was shocked. This kid is so fast!
Soon, he saw Huanming appeared more than ten meters away from him.

That calm look seemed to be mocking his incompetence.

"Damn it!"

The fighting spirit changed direction and rushed forward again in a flash!
Huanming didn't want to play the cat and mouse game with him. Such a game was too simple.

This is an insult to both him and his opponent.

Dealing with your opponent as quickly as possible is the true respect for your opponent.

"boom--!"

I saw Huanming burst out with power in an instant, repelling the attacking fighting spirit.

This action also quieted the noise in the venue.

Everyone looked at Huanming with incredible eyes, as if they couldn't believe it.

Immediately afterwards, the muscles in Huanming's arms began to bulge, which contrasted greatly with his body shape.

"Ao...Ao!" A low growl like a wild beast came out of Huanming's mouth, and a terrifying power gathered in his fists.

The fighting spirit was stunned and forgot to attack for a moment: "This is, this is... a soul skill?!"

It was agreed that soul skills cannot be used in the City of Slaughter. What’s going on now?

He also plays at the market!

Advanced pulse technique-Ba Tian Kuang Long Po!

"Ow!!"

A soul-stirring dragon roar sounded, and then another loud bang spread throughout the center of the killing arena!
"boom--!"

Before the people in the audience could see what was happening, they saw a cloud of gray smoke appear on the stage.

Yunsha couldn't sit still anymore. She stood up, her pupils full of astonishment.

After a while, the gray smoke gradually dissipated, revealing the fighting spirit lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

Looking at Huanming on the other side, his face looked normal, as if nothing had happened.

Silence, deathly silence at the scene!

"I now declare that contestant number 333 "Kuiba" has won, and the winning streak of the fighting spirit contestants has ended!"

Hearing the announcement, the audience in the auditorium also became enraged.

"Damn it, there is something fishy going on!"

"Why can he use spirit skills? Isn't it said that no one in the Slaughter City can use spirit skills?"

"This is cheating, cheating! I protest!"

"Zhanhun, you are such a loser, are you worthy of us? Give me back! Give me back!"

The broadcasting voice sounded again: "Strictly speaking, the City of Slaughter has never prohibited the use of soul skills, provided that you are able to use them. Now that the winner has been decided, no one is allowed to make a noise, otherwise they will be thrown into prison and punished as blood slaves!"

The so-called blood slaves are the most lowly people in the City of Slaughter.

They are slaves, and their only value of existence is to provide free Bloody Mary to the fallen.

The group of people without masks that Huanming saw before going on stage were blood slaves.

"Fuck! My Bloody Mary!"

These words echoed in the hearts of countless fallen people.

But no matter how angry they were, they didn't dare to make any more trouble. No one dared to violate the rules set by the King of Killing.

If you offend the King of Killing, the result will be a life worse than death.

In short, they have remembered this kid named "Kuiba" and will definitely take revenge when they find a chance!

Why revenge, you ask?

It’s very simple. It was his fault that he won the fighting spirit and made them lose the Bloody Mary. “Kuiba” deserves to die!
It is easy to dodge a spear but hard to guard against an arrow from the dark. They just don't believe that they can't kill "Kuiba"!
Never try to communicate with gamblers, because in a sense, they are no longer human.

"Clap! Clap!"

Yunsha stood very close to the arena and clapped generously.

Huan Ming looked at it and smiled slightly: "I'm sorry, I made you lose."

"No, but I bet on you to win. I should thank you for letting me win a lot of money." Yunsha couldn't help but curve her red lips hidden under the veil.

This little guy really surprised her.

"You bet on me to win?"

"Yes, it seems that I am an excellent gambler." Yunsha chuckled twice and said:

"Little guy, you should have said earlier that you could use soul skills. I've been worried that you were going to be beaten to death in the audience."

Being able to use soul skills in the City of Killing would have a different meaning.

The value of "Kuiba" will rise sharply, and if nothing unexpected happens, the King of Killing will summon him soon.

Huanming glanced at the fighting spirit lying on the ground, and seeing that the other party was breathing out more than breathing in, he sighed helplessly.

After stepping off the stage and standing in front of Yunsha, he denied:

"You misunderstood. That's not my soul skill."

(End of this chapter)