Douluo's main body is respected

Chapter 30: Battle against Hu Yanmeng

After the first fighting spirit match, since one-on-one can only participate in one match per day, Yang Xiong returned to the hotel alone to review the details of the battle.

Yang Xiong was a little nervous at the beginning of this soul fighting competition, but all these years of training were not in vain, and the countless resources invested in him were not in vain. Although he did not use soul skills, he should be the strongest among the great soul masters in terms of strength, speed, flexibility, etc., and he didn't know if there was any difference compared to those real top-grade martial souls.

However, there are not many opportunities to encounter top-level martial spirits in the fighting arena. After all, there are not many core members of the sect walking around.

The next day, Yang Xiong meditated alone in the hotel during the day, and continued to go to the fighting arena to compete at night.

When Yang Xiong competed again, this opponent was even taller than yesterday's opponent. It seemed that his height had reached two meters and two meters, like a huge fat man. His weight was at least over four hundred kilograms. His upper body was still mostly naked, and he wore long trousers on his lower body. He looked extremely tough.

Compared with him, Yang Xiong, who is only 1.7 meters tall, looks relatively smaller.

Yang Xiong couldn't help but complain: Are there many people in Douluo Continent who are exhibitionists? Do they not like to wear combat uniforms in order to show off their muscles?

However, when the host mentioned the other party's martial spirit, Yang Xiong was also surprised, because this person's soul power was level 28, and his martial spirit was diamond mammoth.

Yang Xiong was also surprised. The Diamond Mammoth was the inherited martial spirit of the Elephant Armor Sect, one of the four lower sects. It was known as the best defensive martial spirit in the world and was definitely a very powerful martial spirit. It was probably much stronger than the contestant from yesterday.

What was even more unexpected was that this person did not use a nickname in the ring, but directly used his name Huyan Meng. Moreover, the 28-level Huyan Meng actually achieved a record of nine wins and one loss, which was very good.

After stepping onto the ring, Hu Yanmeng saw Yang Xiong's figure and record and showed disdain on his face: "Little friend, you'd better go back quickly. This kind of ring competition is not for a child like you to participate in."

Yang Xiong smiled slightly: "You are just a little older, I want to see what strength you have."

Hu Yanmeng's face suddenly darkened: "Since you like to brag like a little boy, I will crush your bones and let you know the true cruelty of fighting spirits."

Yang Xiong smiled but said nothing. He really didn't want to pay too much attention to this kind of powerful talker. It seemed that everyone in the Xiangjia Sect had this kind of arrogant character.

However, when the real competition started, Yang Xiong discovered that this guy was not only tough in words, but also in body.

During the preparation time for the fighting spirit competition, both sides summoned their martial spirits and spirit rings. Huyan Meng also had two yellow spirit rings, but after being possessed by the huge diamond mammoth, his whole body seemed to become stronger. At least in terms of momentum, he was much stronger than the wild bull player yesterday.

After the host announced the start of the competition, Huyan Meng rushed towards Yang Xiong like a wild bull and punched him directly, which looked extremely simple and rough.

Yang Xiong also swung his fist to meet the attack, but after their fists collided, both of them actually took a step back at the same time. Even Yang Xiong was surprised. You know, he had used 60% of his strength in that punch just now, but the two sides could only end up in a draw.

Especially Hu Yanmeng's fist was extremely hard, and Yang Xiong felt as if he was hitting granite.

Hu Yanmeng was also a little surprised: "Boy, you are quite strong. Let me see how your fist can break my defense."

Hu Yanmeng was extremely fast, and despite his enormous size, he was surprisingly agile, with each punch and kick packing immense power. Not to be outdone, Yang Xiong overpowered Hu Yanmeng in both strength and speed, landing several punches on him and even delivering a powerful kick to his left shoulder.

But Huyan Meng was not affected at all. His whole body was as hard as iron, and even Yang Xiong's continuous attacks were easily blocked by him.

After fighting for three full minutes, Hu Yanmeng burst into a wild laugh. "Boy, your strength is quite good, but it's a pity that you can't break my defense. If this is all you have, you can't defeat me."

Hu Yanmeng's second soul ring flashed, and his originally strong body expanded again. It was obvious that his strength was much stronger than before. This was his second soul skill: Fierce Horse Strength.

Yang Xiong still fought with 60% of his strength. After just one strike, he felt a huge force coming from his body, and he actually retreated two meters. However, Huyan Meng did not move at all.

At this moment, Yang Xiong couldn't help but smile: "This is quite interesting, otherwise this fighting spirit would be meaningless."

When Huyan Meng attacked again, Yang Xiong's speed was much faster than before. He blocked Huyan Meng's attack with a knife. His hands suddenly changed at this moment. His five fingers were like sharp claws, quickly grabbing Huyan Meng's arm.

Hu Yanmeng's defense was indeed strong. Even if Yang Xiong only used 60% of his strength, it was enough to defeat yesterday's opponent. Only five faint blood marks appeared on Hu Yanmeng's hands.

But before Huyan Meng could react, Yang Xiong swept his right leg and hit the joint of Huyan Meng's left leg directly. Huyan Meng felt pain all over his body and his body became a little unstable at that moment.

Yang Xiong seized the opportunity at this moment, grabbed Hu Yanmeng's shoulders with his hands like claws, and at the same time hit Hu Yanmeng on the head with his elbow. Finally, he kicked up with his right foot, kicking Hu Yanmeng seven or eight meters away.

Hu Yanmeng was continuously attacked by Yang Xiong, and he looked in very bad condition. There were five blood holes on his shoulders, and the corners of his eyes were bleeding. It seemed that even the Elephant Armor Sect's head was relatively weak.

Yang Xiong did not pursue the victory. He just wanted to hone himself through fighting. Victory or defeat was not the most important thing.

Hu Yanmeng was extremely strong. He quickly got up from the ground and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Good boy, this is the first time I've been injured after all these fighting spirit matches. It seems I have to show some real strength."

Yang Xiong stretched his arms and legs and said, "I hope your strength is a little stronger than your words, otherwise you won't be able to defeat me."

The first soul ring on Huyan Meng's body flashed, and a layer of khaki energy seemed to cover his originally strong body, like a protective shield. This was his first soul skill: Mammoth Control.

Yang Xiong was also a little surprised: "It's not a purely defensive skill, but a physical defense amplification soul skill. This is rare."

"But I'm puzzled. With your strength and physical fitness, especially your strong defense and two rare amplification soul skills, you should be unmatched among the great soul masters. How did you lose that match?"

　I plan to learn Bajiquan later. I always feel that this kind of fighting lacks some artistic conception and intensity.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)