Douluo: God-level choice, breaking off the engagement with Ning Rongrong at the beginning

Chapter 21 Tang San, you were born like this!

"Ten thousand year soul ring?"

Almost everyone in the restaurant is a soul master, and everyone knows the meaning of a ten thousand year soul ring.

"Young man, has no one ever taught you that if you don't have the strength, you should put away your edge?"

Ye Zhiqiu looked at Su Mo's four soul rings and said lightly.

But his heart was already in turmoil.

As a Soul King, the highest soul ring he had was only a thousand years old. How did the young man in front of him manage to obtain two ten-thousand-year soul rings?
"Do you dare to challenge me in single combat?"

Su Mo slowly walked in front of Ye Zhiqiu and spoke softly.

But he couldn't help but feel a wave of emotion in his heart, simply because Ye Zhiqiu was much stronger than him in terms of soul power.

Ye Zhiqiu is probably already above level 55, and Su Mo cannot see through his realm at all.

"I advise you to call the teacher out. If we fight one-on-one, I will not hold back."

Ye Zhiqiu was only about 1.7 meters tall. He looked up at Su Mo and didn't want to argue with him.

It was only because the soul power of the young man in front of him was exactly level 50, and with his ten thousand year soul ring, it was possible that he would be defeated.

"Su Mo, don't be impulsive!"

Xiao Wu hurriedly advised.

The later the realm, the greater the gap. The soul power of a Soul King is more than three times stronger than that of a Soul Sect.

"Su Mo, I'm here to fight with you!"

Dai Mubai suddenly spoke and then walked towards Ye Zhiqiu.

"That's good, so people won't accuse me of bullying the younger generation."

Ye Zhiqiu raised a smile, it was normal to lose in a group fight.

"I'm coming too!"

"I'm coming too!"

Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing spoke one after another.

Although they were only great soul masters, they still didn't want Su Mo to be bullied.

"Huh, what are you pretending for?"

Ning Rongrong muttered to herself, not thinking that Su Mo could defeat Ye Zhiqiu at all.

No one present understood the difference between a Soul Sect and a Soul King as clearly as she did. It was a world of difference.

Tang San stared at everyone in silence, but his heart was extremely excited.

He wished Su Mo was beaten to death here, so that no one would compete with him for Xiao Wu.

Although Xiao Wu ignored him these days, Tang San just thought that it was his elbow that made Xiao Wu angry.

Su Mo looked at everyone and felt a little touched.

He shook his head at everyone: "If you really want to help me, then let me fight him one-on-one."

"Su Mo! You are still acting on impulse even at this time."

Dai Mubai frowned and couldn't help but shout.

Su Mo just shook his head silently with a determined look.

"Walk?"

Su Mo looked at Ye Zhiqiu provocatively.

"go!"

Ye Zhiqiu frowned slightly.

The man in front of him wanted to be beaten so much, and he couldn't stop him.

The two walked quickly out of the hotel and came to an open space.

Everyone in the restaurant came out to watch the fight, not even interested in eating.

After all, the battle between a Soul King and a Soul Sect member who possesses a ten-thousand-year soul ring is something that you will never see again in your lifetime.

"What's your name?"

Ye Zhiqiu suddenly asked.

"Fifty-level weapon soul master, Su Mo."

Su Mo spoke calmly without hiding anything.

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge uproar ensued.

Tang San looked at Su Mo in disbelief. He had always thought that Su Mo was still level 41 and he would be able to surpass him after practicing for a while.

Who would have thought that Su Mo would reach level 50 in just a few days? This breakthrough speed was astonishing.

"Humph, so what if you're level 50? When Grandpa Jian comes, he'll kill you instantly."

Ning Rongrong had already thought of how Su Mo would die in a few days. She wanted to cut off piece by piece of Su Mo's flesh and let him bleed to death.

"Level fifty-three Beast Soul King, Ye Zhiqiu."

Ye Zhiqiu also revealed his realm and name. He already regarded Su Mo as a qualified opponent.

He immediately stopped hesitating and released his third soul skill.

"Xuan Shui is stirring!"

Instantly, an inky cold current came out of his mouth.

"Sword light shield."

A blood-red light shield suddenly appeared, protecting Su Mo.

As the cold current attacked, Su Mo hurriedly sent his soul power to the light shield, barely blocking the attack. "Mysterious water surges!"

Ye Zhiqiu took advantage of the victory and pursued, shooting out a cold current from his mouth.

But Su Mo didn't want to get entangled, so he dodged the attack by turning sideways and released his second soul skill.

"Sword world prison!"

Hundreds of blood-red swords surrounded Ye Zhiqiu, ready to strangle him at any time.

"Black turtle protects the body!"

Ye Zhiqiu growled.

His body was instantly completely covered by the tortoise shell.

Su Mo's mind moved, and hundreds of sharp swords turned from defense to offense.

A tinkling sound was heard, and after hundreds of attacks, Ye Zhiqiu's tortoise shell only had a few more cracks.

Watching the sword formation disappear, Ye Zhiqiu released his soul skills at an extremely fast speed.

"Mysterious water is frozen."

A black light with an extremely cold force swept towards Su Mo. Even with the protective shield, Su Mo still felt the chill.

Cold sweat unconsciously broke out on his forehead. Although Ye Zhiqiu's attack was not very good, his defense was a little too abnormal.

Looking at Su Mo who was unharmed, Tang San secretly thought it was a pity.

He hoped desperately that Su Mo would die on the spot, so that no one would compete with him for Xiao Wu.

"Xuan Shui is stirring!"

Ye Zhiqiu attacked again, his eyes full of fighting spirit.

Su Mo's defense was already similar to his, but his attack was slightly inferior.

If Su Mo was a Soul King, he would definitely lose.

This also made Ye Zhiqiu's attack more powerful, and he could not lose.

Several streams of water carrying cold currents shot towards Su Mo.

Su Mo could only keep dodging because too much soul power was needed to repair the shield.

If he were to withstand these attacks head-on, he would have to spend one-third of his soul power just to repair the shield.

"I'm going to find Teacher Zhao."

Dai Mubai frowned slightly, said something and turned away.

But Tang San released the Blue Silver Grass to stop it.

"Tang San! What do you mean?"

Dai Mubai roared, and his martial spirit instantly possessed him.

He angrily tore off the blue silver grass and walked towards the hotel.

Tang San stopped him again and said calmly:
"Don't you know that Teacher Zhao has gone to bed? It's not a good idea to disturb him so late at night."

Ning Rongrong saw that the two were on the verge of a fight, and immediately released her martial spirit to help Tang San.

She held a grudge against Dai Mubai for beating her yesterday.

"The seven treasures have names. One is called strength, and the other is called speed."

Tang San gained a boost and his strength far surpassed Dai Mubai.

"I advise you not to disturb Mr. Zhao, he is already very tired!"

His tone was threatening, ready to strike at any moment.

"Okay, okay, I was wrong. You were born like this!"

Dai Mubai glared at Tang San angrily and had to give up.

After the enhancement, Tang San's strength was close to that of Soul Sect, and he could not compete with him at all.

A room on the second floor of the hotel.

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, his face livid.

He never expected that Tang San would actually stop Dai Mubai.

He was awakened by the fight downstairs and wanted to take action when Su Mo couldn't hold on any longer.

But looking at the situation, we have to take action now.

"Say goodbye to your friends!"

Ye Zhiqiu released a black light, ready to end the battle.

At this time, Su Mo had already consumed most of his soul power.

It was because the opponent's tortoise shell was too abnormal that his several sword world cages were blocked and he could not cause any damage at all.

But soon, Su Mo remembered the soul bone he had just fused the day before yesterday.

Now that the situation has come to this, we might as well fight to the death.

"Sword world prison!"

Su Mo dodged the black light and released the sword world again.

"Huh, you haven't given up yet?"

Ye Zhiqiu just smiled faintly and didn't care.

At this moment, on Su Mo's right arm, a blood-red sword energy was slowly condensing.

(End of this chapter)