Douluo: I am a rotten beast, I will become stronger if I accept disciples

Chapter 112 Zhu Zhuqing wins, the storm is coming
On the ring, Zhu Zhuqing's figure flashed like a ghost, making it difficult to take in the sight.

Ning Wuchen's face was solemn and he was completely unable to catch sight of Zhu Zhuqing.

He originally thought that with his strength as a level 51 Soul King and his ability to control his martial soul, he could restrain Zhu Zhuqing, an agile attack-type soul master.

However, Zhu Zhuqing's speed far exceeded his expectations.

Even compared with some Soul King-level agility attack soul masters, she is not inferior.

"Damn, I didn't expect her to be so fast!"

Ning Wuchen complained in his heart, and beads of sweat unknowingly seeped out of his forehead.

The hand holding the Seven Hells Soul-Calming Tower was trembling slightly due to the severe consumption of soul power.

His attack methods are somewhat different from those of the attacking soul masters.

Unlike weapon spirits and beast spirits, which can attack directly, they need to release soul skills every time.

Therefore, his soul power was consumed very quickly.

Therefore, when Ning Wuchen fought against Zhu Zhuqing, his advantage in soul power was actually not that great.

Zhu Zhuqing heard the cheers from the audience and knew that Oscar had won.

"Oscar has already won, so I can't fall behind! During this period of testing, I have already measured the control range of his soul skills."

She knew that although Ning Wuchen's martial soul's control ability was powerful, the coverage range was not large, and was even a little small.

As long as he keeps moving at high speed, his soul skills are just a decoration.

Thinking of this, Zhu Zhuqing's gaze fell on another arena.

At this moment, Oscar was waving at her excitedly and cheering her on.

"Thank you Oscar, I will never lose!" Zhu Zhuqing said to herself, and she decided to take the initiative.

In an instant, the first soul ring on his body suddenly lit up.

Then she rushed towards Ning Wuchen like a black lightning, turning in a strange arc.

The speed was so fast that it was dazzling, and dozens of afterimages appeared on the entire ring.

Ning Wuchen was shocked when he saw this and hurriedly activated the Seven Hells Soul-Calming Tower.

"Second soul skill, suppress!"

Before he finished speaking, an invisible force field suddenly appeared, trying to suppress Zhu Zhuqing.

However, Zhu Zhuqing's body suddenly stopped, she avoided her position, and instantly rushed in the direction of her thoughts.

"Damn it!" Ning Wuchen cursed inwardly, his expression becoming increasingly ugly.

However, a sneer appeared in his heart.

A gleam of brilliance flashed in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes, and she continued to speed up and approach Ning Wuchen.

However, when she was less than ten meters away from Ning Wuchen, a strong wind suddenly blew around her.

"Finally, I've been fooled! Fourth soul skill, bind!"

Ning Wuchen's triumphant voice sounded at this time, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

In an instant, the strong wind around Zhu Zhuqing suddenly condensed into wind ropes as thick as bowls, directly binding her limbs.

"Got you!"

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Ning Wuchen's eyes, and without the slightest hesitation, he took out the Zhuge Divine Crossbow from his soul guide.

"go to hell!"

He pulled the trigger suddenly, and with a whoosh, dozens of cold-gleaming steel crossbow arrows flew through the air towards Zhu Zhuqing.

The arrowheads of the crossbows were all covered with a trace of black liquid, which was obviously poisoned.

This move is truly vicious.

Ning Wuchen's sudden use of hidden weapons and unethical behavior were immediately ridiculed by the audience.

"Is this the disciple from the Upper Three Sects? He is truly a man of high moral character."

"A Soul King actually has to use external force to deal with a Soul Sect. It's really eye-opening."

"I don't even want this face."

However, in the face of the audience's ridicule, Ning Wuchen turned a deaf ear.

"Hmph, a bunch of frogs in a well. If you can obtain a 100,000-year soul bone, what does it matter even if you are ruined? Compared to a 100,000-year soul bone, all fame is nothing."

What is a face?
Can the face bring a hundred thousand year soul bone to the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect? Ning Wuchen was very confident that as long as he defeated Zhu Zhuqing, without the restraint of the agile attack type soul master, he would be the champion of this exchange competition.

By that time, the 100,000-year soul bone might not be his, but he could still dream of getting the 50,000-year soul bone.

After all, a hundred thousand year soul bone is something that even Titled Douluo covets, and he, a Soul King, would not be so delusional.

However, Zhu Zhuqing had long suspected that Ning Wuchen was carrying a hidden weapon.

After all, during the competition for seats, almost every disciple of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect carried a hidden weapon.

As a representative of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect who came to participate in the Soul Master Exchange Competition, how could he not have any hidden weapons on him?

"Really? You want to kill me, but you can't!"

Zhu Zhuqing sneered, and her body bound by the wind rope became illusory, actually just an afterimage.

"What?!" Ning Wuchen's pupils suddenly shrank and he was horrified.

With a few puff sounds, the crossbow arrow pierced through Zhu Zhuqing's afterimage, and the afterimage completely dissipated.

Ning Wuchen frantically looked for Zhu Zhuqing's figure, when suddenly a chill came from his back, reaching the top of his head.

Zhu Zhuqing's true form had appeared behind him at some point.

"Not good! The fifth soul skill..."

Zhu Zhuqing did not give Ning Wuchen the chance to use his fifth soul skill, and the fourth soul ring on her body suddenly lit up.

A black light flashed, and she grabbed Ning Wuchen's back with her claws.

"Stab!"

A tearing sound was heard, followed by a scream.

Ning Wuchen's back was torn and the bright red blood instantly dyed his clothes red, which had turned into strips of cloth.

Zhu Zhuqing didn't give him any chance to breathe, and a violent storm of attacks followed one after another.

The shadow of her claws was like the Grim Reaper's scythe, and every swing left a trail of blood on Ning Wuchen's back.

Before the audience could react, Ning Wuchen fell in a pool of blood and gradually lost his life.

There was silence in the audience at first, and then it broke into deafening cheers.

The weak defeated the strong, and everyone was shocked by Zhu Zhuqing's performance.

It is unbelievable that a Soul Master at level 42 could defeat a Soul King at level 51!
Lan Minghua smiled slightly, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

He turned to look at Feng Xiaotian and Shui Bing'er and said calmly, "How is it? Did your Second Senior Sister's strength not disappoint you?"

Feng Xiaotian and Shui Bing'er looked at each other, their eyes full of shock.

Both of them are the best in the contemporary Elemental Academy and think they are hard to find rivals among their peers.

However, they never imagined that Oscar and Zhu Zhuqing, who were younger than them, were so powerful.

Feng Xiaotian has always thought of himself as a genius. Whether it is his innate full soul power or his self-created soul skills, any one of them is enough to make him proud.

But after becoming Lan Minghua's disciple, he realized that he was just a frog in the well.

He sincerely exclaimed: "Master, Second Senior Sister is so amazing!"

Shui Bing'er nodded in agreement after hearing this.

Lan Minghua nodded and looked back at the ring.

Then, he said calmly, "Don't be surprised. Your third and fifth senior sisters haven't performed yet."

Hearing this, Feng Xiaotian and Shui Bing'er straightened their expressions and continued to watch the fight on the ring.

Lan Minghua was not in a hurry to pay attention, but instead looked at the expressions of Gu Rong and others with interest.

Their expressions at this moment are so wonderful.

"Before the exchange competition even started, you were already thinking about how to distribute the prizes among the top three. In the end, none of the three teams made it to the quarterfinals. It's really laughable."

At this moment, the atmosphere in the room where Gu Rong, Tang Xiao, and Yu Yuanzhen were sitting was extremely heavy.

Gu Rong's face was gloomy, and he said in a cold voice: "Damn it, all our people were defeated. Only Lan Minghua's apprentice and the people from the Spirit Hall are left."

"In that case, let's begin the plan. After all, the winner has the final say on reputation!"

Yu Yuanzhen and the other two looked at each other and passed the message to their own people.

The siege begins.

(End of this chapter)