Douluo: From Rusted Spear to Emperor-Slaying Spear

Chapter 19 Scar King dies, fighting spirit continues

As soon as the host finished speaking, loud support and cheers rang out from the stands. The vast majority of the spectators excitedly supported the person they had bet on, Scar King, while only a few supported Ji Wuming.

The Scar King on the opposite side opened his arms and looked up at the dome, feeling the support from the crowd with great arrogance. The next moment, his eyes were fixed on Ji Wuming, his eyes were filled with strong murderous intent and a hint of contempt.

"Host, when does the match begin? I can't wait to see this Emperor-Slayer White Devil die under my sword."

Faced with the momentum that Scar King was unleashing at this moment, the host also felt a chill on his back. This man had achieved 15 consecutive victories in just one year since he came to the underground fighting arena, and his opponents would almost never last more than ten rounds before dying under his sword.

His true strength is probably comparable to that of a low-level Soul Master.

"Two contestants, in this life-or-death battle, there will only be one winner. Now the battle of spirits officially begins!"

The host immediately flew away from the fighting arena, and a nine-ring broadsword appeared in Scar King's hand. He quickly released his first soul skill, and three swords slashed towards Ji Wuming. At the same time after releasing his soul skill, he rushed towards Ji Wuming.

Ji Wuming tightly grasped the Thunder Spear in his right hand and turned it inwards, circulating his soul power under his feet. He dodged the three sword beams at such a fast speed.

Many spectators in the audience stood up involuntarily, looking at Ji Wuming on the fighting stage in surprise.

"Is this the speed of an ordinary Great Spirit Master? Could it be that Emperor Slayer White Demon has cultivated some self-created spirit skills?"

"If it weren't for this, how could a mere newcomer dare to blindly sign up for a life-or-death duel?"

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At this moment, Scar King saw Ji Wuming dodging his first soul skill like a ghost, and he couldn't help but pay more attention to the newcomer in front of him.
Just before he was about to activate his second soul skill, Ji Wuming quickly activated his first and second soul skills.

"The war spear transforms into a dragon, and kills with three levels of thunder!"

"Second soul skill, Tyrant Tiger Blade Slash."

The nine-ring broadsword is like a flaming tiger. In Scar King's hand, it looks even more domineering and murderous.

When the two men came into contact, Scar King quickly held his sword across his chest, using the back of the sword to block Ji Wuming's attack, but was pushed back more than ten steps by the powerful spear attack. The nine rings rang out simultaneously, and the back of the sword trembled incomparably.
Just as he was about to start counterattacking, Ji Wuming's second attack came straight at his face, and the speed was even faster than before.
Seeing this, Scar King used his first soul skill again, preparing to forcibly influence Ji Wuming's attack route, but Ji Wuming was not affected by this. He held the spear with both hands, and swung the spear horizontally with force. The huge force generated by the spear handle hit Scar King's abdomen.
Then, while the enemy was still unstable, the third attack was launched.

"Pfft-"

The spear pierced through his chest. Scar King looked at Ji Wuming in horror. The big knife in his right hand fell straight down, and then two mouthfuls of blood spurted out of his mouth.
"How could I lose? No, I can't."

Before he could finish, Ji Wuming pulled out the Blood Thunder Spear. Scar King let out a cry of pain and then fell to the ground. A large amount of blood flowed from his wound. He was already deader than dead.

Although it was Ji Wuming's first time killing someone, he did not feel the kind of panic and fear that comes from killing someone. Instead, he felt extremely relaxed.

"This..." When this scene happened, the whole place fell into a dead silence. Almost all the spectators stood up and looked at the Scar King who was killed in the fighting arena in surprise.

"In less than five rounds, the storied Scar King, a rare opponent, is dead? And this newcomer's rusty spear actually has three attacks?"

"He was a powerful being who could rival a Soul Master, yet he was defeated by a newcomer. Could it be that Emperor Slayer White Demon is a Level 29 Great Soul Master?"

At this moment, Ji Wuming looked at the host who had come over and was still hesitant to announce the results of the competition, and said indifferently: "Host, it's time to announce the results of the competition!"

"Congratulations, Emperor Slayer White Devil, for successfully killing Scar King. Everything Scar King owns will now belong to Emperor Slayer White Devil."

When the host's closing remarks sounded, the whole audience was boiling, especially the businessman sitting in the front row, whose excited smile was beyond words.
"It was a clean and decisive win. I really made the right bet."

Then the businessman's mood fluctuated again, and he muttered to himself,
"Why? Why didn't I bet a little more at that time? 90,000, 180,000 Gold Soul Coins, that's double the amount, twice as much!"

He knew very well that since the White Demon Emperor Slayer had become famous in today's battle, the proportion of gambling fights would be greatly reduced. If he had known this earlier, he should have bet half of his wealth when he made the bet.

Ji Wuming took away all the gold cards and some valuable items from the dead Scar King, turned to look at the host beside him, and asked indifferently,
"Is his body mine too?"

"Yes, everything on the deceased belongs to the winner, including his body."

The host didn't dare to look Ji Wuming in the eye. He looked at the audience in the stands and explained to Ji Wuming.

Ji Wuming looked at Scar King's body underground, hesitated for a while, and then returned to the waiting room.

In fact, he really wanted Scar King's body and devoured all of his aura, but in a place like the Fighting Spirit Arena where there were many people and eyes, taking away the loser's body was fine once or twice, but after a long time, it would inevitably attract investigation from some people.
If this incident exposed the greatest secret of his martial spirit, then the loss would outweigh the gain. In that case, he simply didn't want the bodies of these losers.

As Ji Wuming walked out of the fighting arena and came to collect the winnings from the gambling, many people wanted to come and talk to him, but when Ji Wuming looked at the crowd, they scattered like birds and beasts, wandering around indifferently.

When Ji Wuming saw this, he also realized that he had just fought to prove his strength to them, so it was understandable that he did not dare to come forward to talk to them.
He came to the Soul Fighting registration counter again, paid an equal amount of Gold Soul Coins, and said coldly, "Match me with a new Soul Fighting player!"

The registration staff took a look at Ji Wuming and immediately matched him with a new Great Soul Master fighting match.
"Mr. Bai Mo, your next fighting spirit will be held in half an hour."

"Ok!"

Ji Wuming turned his head to look at the specific information on the big screen of the fifth competition area. It had been updated again. The betting amount was directly reduced to one to one, and the opponent randomly matched this time was a player named Gong Changyan, whose martial spirit and battle record were fully displayed on the big screen.

The news of Ji Wuming's soul fighting again shocked the audience who were still immersed in the last Scar King soul fighting.

"Doesn't this Emperor-Slaying White Devil need to recover his soul power and hide his strength? How dare he continue fighting with his soul?"

(End of this chapter)