Douluo: From Rusted Spear to Emperor-Slaying Spear

Chapter 21 The younger generation of the Shui family actually came to me for treatment
"Let us invite the Emperor-Slayer White Devil and the Human-Faced Phantom Demon to enter!"

As the host spread out his hands, each of them took their place, and Ji Wuming and a graceful woman with a well-proportioned figure walked towards the fighting arena. The temperament exuded by the woman was unique.

"It's been a long time since I've seen a human-faced phantom monster. I didn't expect her to grow up again!"

"Do you want to die? If she hears these teasing words, believe it or not, the moment you step out of the black market, your head will fall off."

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Amidst the heated discussion among the spectators, the two came to the fighting arena. The human-faced phantom demon placed her left hand on her waist, licking the dagger in her right hand. She looked extremely charming and said nonchalantly,
"White Demon, I've heard of your name, but it's a pity that Scar is useless. I'm really curious about your true appearance under the mask. Why don't you surrender and let me take you in as my servant? That way, you can survive."

"Ha, Human-faced Phantom Demon, I think you're afraid of losing. If that's the case, why are you participating in this fighting spirit competition?"

Ji Wuming responded to her harsh words with the momentum of a strong man.

At this point, the two men were showing the same momentum as before the game, and were observing each other vigilantly.

The host flew high in the sky and announced loudly,
"The competition between the two strongest great spirit masters begins now."

As soon as the host finished speaking, the human-faced phantom demon immediately used its second soul skill.

"A realm of inquiry."

A faint light quickly shot into Ji Wuming's brow. The energy light speed was so fast that even Ji Wuming could not avoid it. The two stood motionless on the fighting spirit stage, and their consciousness had been pulled into another world.
At this moment, Ji Wuming stood in the center of the hellfire, with several iron chains directly imprisoning him. Dozens of dark, unopened, peerless swords that were still being forged shattered in front of him.
The human-faced phantom monster hidden in the illusion could not help but feel a little terrified when he saw the extremely gloomy, fiery, and murderous illusion in front of him.

She had fought against many soul masters, and most of the illusions she created were about dirty love affairs between men and women. She never expected to witness such a scene of slaughter today.

But what does it matter? Seeing the white devil struggling in vain, the human-faced phantom monster that merged into the illusion became more and more excited.

"In this illusion, no matter how hard you struggle, it's futile."

"I am the master!"

“That is the master!!”

“That is the master!!!”

The majority of the audience watching carefully from outside were very nervous as they saw the gradually distorted and painful expression of the Killing Emperor White Devil.

"Isn't the White Demon going to lose? You have to hold on. You must not die. You must not die."

"White Demon, my happiness for the rest of my life depends entirely on you. Please don't die at the hands of a control-type soul master."

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At the same time, within the illusion, just as countless broken sword fragments shot towards Ji Wuming, Ji Wuming's aura suddenly exploded, and thick blood energy filled his body.

"Bang bang bang..."

The chains that bound Ji Wuming broke one after another. He stared at his surroundings fiercely, holding the Blood Thunder Spear in his hand, and instantly unleashed his first and second soul skills. The rain of swords hit his body, and it immediately shattered and turned into ashes. Ji Wuming suddenly stabbed in the same direction.
"If the illusion is broken, the caster will suffer backlash."

After using the second soul skill three times in a row, a total of nine attacks,
With a "bang", countless pieces of the illusion shattered and turned into powder. The illusion disappeared, and the two returned to reality. At this moment, the human-faced phantom monster retreated dozens of steps, spitting out a mouthful of blood, sweating profusely, and looked horrified.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I'll agree to whatever you want."

"No, no..."

At this moment, she knelt on the ground, repeating these two words of begging for mercy in her mind and mouth.

Ji Wuming would not give her another chance to use his second soul skill. While she was immersed in the side effects of the illusion, he held the spear and used his second soul skill again. The tip of the spear pierced her throat deeply.
"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. It's either you die or I die."

The moment the Blood Thunder Spear was drawn out, the frightened human-faced phantom monster fell heavily to the ground.

Upon seeing this, all the spectators in the audience stood up, shouting at the top of their lungs for the Emperor-Slayer White Demon and cheering for his victory.

At this moment, after Ji Wuming had used his second soul skill four times, his physical strength and soul power had seriously declined. He gasped for breath and walked down the soul fighting stage with a sad face.
The illusion cast by the human-faced phantom demon was exactly the illusion created by him feeding his body to the sword. If he had not been subjected to the backlash of the blood energy from the Blood Thunder Spear when his mental power was imprisoned, he would have died from a mere illusion-type second soul skill.

It seems that he must be on guard against control-type soul masters in the future, especially those with certain illusion-type martial souls. If there is another duel like this, he cannot guarantee that he can successfully break the illusion like he did in the previous battle.

After recuperating for two hours and recovering his soul power, Ji Wuming collected his 150,000 gold soul coins and quickly disappeared into the darkness. As he walked out of the black market and came out of the city,
After nearly half a year of fighting, his perception of the surroundings became very sharp. In less than a minute, Ji Wuming realized that a group of about ten followers, whose specific purpose was unknown, were following him.

It goes without saying that this team of ten people is most likely someone who is planning to rob and kill him, steal his property, or even a spy from a certain force who is ready to take a look at his true appearance.

Ji Wuming didn't have time to kill them, so as not to cause himself more trouble. So he immediately ran into a dense forest and used the vegetation to block the sight of those followers.

The ten people who finally chased into the dense forest looked at each other.
"Boss, we seem to have lost him!"

"Just throw it away. Luckily, the White Demon didn't kill us indiscriminately, otherwise we would have been dead by the time he noticed us. Do you really think the White Demon didn't notice us?"

As he spoke, the leader of the ten-man team shook his sleeves and left immediately.

At this time, Ji Wuming, who had escaped perfectly, was finally able to take off the black robe and mask and put on the storage ring again.
However, just as he re-entered Hanhai City, Dean Shui ran towards Ji Wuming anxiously and said, "Xiao Ji, I finally found you. I have something important to discuss with you."

"Dean, what has made you so flustered?"

Ji Wuming looked at the anxious Dean Shui in front of him and was also confused about his situation. A Soul King wanted to ask a great soul master like him for help?

"Let's talk as we walk!"

Dean Shui led him to the Worldfake Hotel, then he suppressed his excitement and explained,

"Xiao Ji, Director Lu and I are both from the Shui family in Tianshui City, and this time we are looking for you to treat a descendant of our Shui family."

"Find me?"

At this moment, Ji Wuming roughly guessed the identity of the younger generation, but he was not a doctor, so how could he help people cure diseases?
　In order to shape the character of the protagonist, the fighting spirit in the past two days is indeed a bit watery. The pace will be faster later. Dear readers, please bear with me, and please read on and collect it!
　　
　
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