Douluo: The Son of Martial Soul, Deceiving All the Women

Chapter 130 The Arena Shrouded in Yellow Smoke
After Bai Yu finished speaking, everyone's gaze turned to the window, staring intently at Yu Xiaogang on stage number 3.

At this moment, Yu Xiaogang was unaware that everyone in the private room was waiting for him to reveal the characteristics of his martial arts technique, and they didn't care about his win or loss at all.

He had mixed feelings at the moment, both excited and embarrassed. He was excited because he finally had the ability to demonstrate his skills and prove that he was not a useless person!

As for the awkwardness? That's entirely because of his soul skill, which is truly unbearable!
Yu Xiaogang then shook his head, no longer thinking about these messy things. Since he was already on the stage, he might as well finish the fight first!
Otherwise, admitting defeat now would be even more embarrassing.
"Haha, old man! You're so old, and you're still out here fighting spirit battles? If I break your arms and legs, you won't try to extort money from me, will you?"

Across from Yu Xiaogang, a man with a slightly dark complexion and a burly build looked at Yu Xiaogang's old face and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Upon hearing his opponent's taunt, Yu Xiaogang's face instantly darkened. He snorted coldly and thought to himself:

"Hmph, laugh now, but you won't be laughing in a minute!"

"I was originally planning to go easy on you, but since you're so arrogant, I, Yu Xiaogang, will make you remember this battle forever!"

Seeing that Yu Xiaogang did not respond, the dark-faced man curled his lip and cursed the old man in his heart. He was quite pretentious. He was so old and only level 32.

It's one thing to be low-level, but to actually come here to fight in the Soul Arena? I'll beat you so badly your own mother won't recognize you today, or I'll change my surname!

Then the dark-faced man looked at the referee and shouted:
"Hey, can we start now? I can't hold back any longer. I'm going to break this old man's legs today!"

Upon hearing someone on stage call for the start, the host and referee of ring number 3 raised his megaphone and coughed lightly.

"Ahem, it seems our contestants are getting impatient, but please give me a moment so I can give a brief introduction."

"Welcome, distinguished guests, to watch the one-on-one battle on Arena 3. One of the two who are about to enter the arena is an old acquaintance of ours, codenamed Black Bear!"

"You're all probably familiar with Black Bear, right? He's already won five consecutive matches in the previous solo battles. Let's see if he can achieve a sixth consecutive win today!"

"As for the other player, he is a newcomer, codenamed Sunflower Ancestor. It's a pretty badass name. I wonder if this newcomer can end Black Bear's winning streak?"

"Alright, enough chit-chat. Now, both sides, please release your Martial Souls. Let the battle begin!"

As soon as the referee finished speaking, the black bear summoned its martial spirit, making its already imposing figure even taller, and pounced directly on Yu Xiaogang.

"Bear Possession, First Soul Skill, Heavy Strike!"

A mocking glint flashed in Yu Xiaogang's eyes as he slowly released Luo Sanpao.

Then, with a swift movement, he flashed to the other side of the arena, his speed so fast that he even left an afterimage.

The black bear missed its target with its paw, and for a moment its eyes were filled with confusion before it quickly regained its senses and looked to the side.

But it was too late. His reaction was a beat too slow. Yu Xiaogang had already raised his arm, and Luo Sanpao was standing on it, his backside facing the black bear.

Yu Xiaogang gave a low shout, his first spirit ring lit up, and he flung Luo Sanpao into the air.

"The fart is like thunder, and the sky and the earth are shattered with three cannons!"

A blue light flashed in Luo Sanpao's eyes, and his body suddenly grew larger. With a loud bang, a cloud of yellow smoke shot out from the back door and rushed towards the black bear.

The black bear's pupils trembled violently, and a bad premonition arose. When it saw the cloud of yellow smoke, it felt even more desperate and instantly felt that life was not worth living!

"No, stop!" the black bear shouted, but it was no use. The yellow smoke still hit him hard!

The black bear was pushed back two steps, perfectly illustrating what it means to be not very harmful, but extremely insulting.

At this moment, the black bear was blinded by rage, its eyes bloodshot, whether from choking or anger, it was hard to tell.

"Old man, you're asking for death! How dare you insult me ​​like that! I'll kill you today! Ugh... cough cough... ugh!"

The black bear roared and then squatted down, almost crying out in disgust.

It can only be said that he lacked experience; he didn't know that the best way to deal with being in poisonous gas is to hold your breath and not speak!

In contrast, Yu Xiaogang seemed very experienced. He remained calm, took out a mask, and put it directly on his face.

The chaotic battle on stage caused an uproar in the audience, with laughter and shouts of mockery.

"Haha, great show! The old guy really knows his stuff!"

"Brother, you're right, haha, the older you get, the weirder your methods become! Black Bear, can you get up? You're not just going to lie there like this, are you?"

"Damn it, it's just a fart! Black Bear, get up right now and kill that old bastard! I bet you won!"

Whether it was from the shouts of the audience or from his own recovery, Black Bear actually stood up, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Yu Xiaogang.

Then, with his mouth tightly shut, he took a step forward and lunged at Yu Xiaogang again.

Watching the black bear's movements, Yu Xiaogang shook his head with arrogance in his eyes, thinking to himself, "Slow! So slow! Too slow!"
When he tested it before, although he did feel that he was very fast, without comparison, he didn't know exactly how fast he was.

However, Gangzi now realized that, in his eyes, this black bear was just like that idiot!
If the arena space weren't so limited, he was confident that he could make his opponent unable to even smell his exhaust fumes within ten breaths!

Then Yu Xiaogang moved again, dodging the black bear's attack, and aimed Luo Sanpao at the black bear, his second spirit ring lighting up.

"Farts are like smoke, hypnotizing Luo Sanpao into a deep sleep!"

In an instant, the smoke on the arena visibly thickened, to the point that it obstructed vision.

Black Bear's face was truly black at this moment, even blacker than the bottom of a pot. He felt a slight tingling sensation in his body and was somewhat listless.

But those are minor issues. The most crucial thing is that he can't breathe!
With this concentration, you can already tell what it tastes like just by looking at it. If you were to inhale it, what good would it do?

Thinking of this, Black Bear's face hardened, and he knew he had to deal with this old man quickly. Immediately, his third soul ring lit up, and he charged forward again.

"Third Soul Skill, Bloodthirsty Frenzy!"

As a Thousand-Year Soul Skill that enhances attributes, its boost to the Black Bear is quite significant.

Unfortunately, even though he increased his speed, he still couldn't keep up with Yu Xiaogang and could only eat his exhaust fumes from behind, and was also occasionally hit by a cannonball.

The referee, who should have been standing by the ring, had retreated far away, looking at the area shrouded in yellow smoke, and swallowed hard.

(End of this chapter)