Douluo Continent has a system, but I don't want to use it.

Chapter 20 First Soul Battle

Seeing the vines wrapping around it, the lion hurriedly changed direction to dodge. However, this reduced its speed.

Seeing that the Mad Lion's speed had decreased, Fang Tian suddenly took a step forward and slashed diagonally at the Mad Lion's chest and abdomen with his right hand.

The first spirit ring around the Mad Lion lit up briefly, and it suddenly accelerated backward to dodge the blade.

"Despicable and shameless, actually using external objects!" Mad Lion cursed angrily after nearly being cut down in one move.

"Hehe, the Arena doesn't explicitly prohibit the use of weapons, so you can use them as usual," Fang Tian retorted with a smile.

The Mad Lion was momentarily speechless at that remark, then quickly retorted, "Everyone comes to Soul Battle to improve themselves. These external items become useless once you reach a high level. How can you improve yourself by relying on external items? Then what's the point of coming to Soul Battle?"

As he spoke, the mad lion accelerated again and swung its claws at Fang Tian.

Fang Tian dodged the attack and replied, "My sword is also a part of me. If my level increases, I can get a better sword. Why can't I improve myself?"

While refuting Mad Lion's words, Fang Tian controlled a vine to wrap around Mad Lion's left leg.

Mad Lion dodged the attack: "Waaah, you're infuriating! You unpredictable bastard! I'm going to break your legs today!" Mad Lion said, slapping Fang Tian's face with his palm.

"Anyone can talk big, come on!" Fang Tian challenged.

And so, Fang Tian and Kuang Shi seemed to have switched to a turn-based strategy, taking turns attacking, but after five minutes, neither of them had landed a hit. The audience below was utterly speechless; were they playing house?

The Mad Lion was getting a little anxious. He realized that after five minutes of fighting, Fang Tian wasn't even out of breath, while his own soul power was almost half depleted.

Mad Lion suddenly realized that if things continued this way, he would surely lose.

"Berserk!" The Mad Lion's second spirit ring suddenly lit up, activating his trump card.

The lion suddenly grew about twenty centimeters taller, its muscles bulging so much they even tore its clothes. Its eyes turned completely blood red, inspiring fear in all who beheld it.

Fang Tian knew from the situation that this was an explosive soul skill, and all he had to do was hold on.

Fang Tian's expression was serious, and he was on high alert.

"Roar!" The mad lion roared and charged towards Fang Tian, ​​its speed twice as fast as before!

"This berserk state is indeed powerful! It has actually doubled the speed. Judging from the Mad Lion's physical condition, its strength has probably doubled as well!" Fang Tian thought to himself.

Fang Tian dodged at full speed, his body even leaving afterimages!

While dodging, Fang Tian did not forget to control the vines to entangle and harass the Mad Lion.

At this moment, Fang Tian's martial spirit potato seedlings had spread to an area of ​​thirty meters in radius. Within the range of the vines, tendrils continued to wrap around the Mad Lion.

The lion's reason was somewhat clouded at this point, and it could no longer completely avoid the vines' entanglement. Once entangled, it could only forcefully break free.

During the brief moment of escape, Fang Tian would seize the opportunity to strike him with a knife.

Due to the berserk state, the Mad Lion's defense was also enhanced. Fang Tian's blade was just an ordinary blade, and at this moment it could only cut through the Mad Lion's skin and cause it to bleed.

Although Fang Tian couldn't inflict decisive damage on Mad Lion, Mad Lion appeared extremely disheveled. Covered in cuts, his clothes were tattered, and his expression was one of madness!

Mad Lion chased Fang Tian all over the field, but couldn't even touch the hem of Fang Tian's clothes.

At this moment, cheers rose from the stands, and people waved their arms, watching the chase in the arena with excitement.

But if you can't catch up, you can't catch up. No matter how strong you are, you won't achieve anything if you can't hit the enemy.

In the midst of the relentless chase, three minutes quickly passed. And just then, the Berserk Soul Skill's duration finally expired.

As the berserk state ended, the mad lion suddenly shrunk. He lost his footing and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Fang Tian quickly used the vines to bind him up, and Mad Lion opened his mouth and shouted the word "I admit defeat".

"In this battle of spirits between Mad Lion and Green Vine, Green Vine wins!" The referee quickly ran up to announce the result of the battle, and then checked Mad Lion's condition. He found that it was only a superficial injury, so he had someone take Mad Lion to receive treatment.

After receiving the ten gold soul coins he earned from his victory in the Soul Battle, Fang Tian did not leave the Great Soul Arena. Instead, he went to the audience seats to watch other Soul Masters' battles, hoping to improve his combat experience more quickly.

While watching others fight, Fang Tian pondered how he would deal with it if he were in that situation.

During this time, a Soul Master caught Fang Tian's attention. She was a female Soul Master with a sword-wielding martial soul, and she appeared to be about sixteen or seventeen years old.

Fang Tian noticed her because her martial spirit was very similar to his own Goose Feather Blade. She was also a Great Soul Master, just like him.

Although this girl fought very tenaciously during the Soul Battle, the difference in speed and strength still caused her to lose on the Soul Battle stage.

To be honest, Fang Tian was quite shocked to see the young lady, covered in wounds, still stubbornly getting up and continuing to fight.

"Could it be that this female soul master has some reason or hatred that compels her to become stronger?" Fang Tian pondered.

"Hey bro, do you come here often to watch Soul Fighting?" Fang Tian asked a young man in his mid-twenties who was standing next to him, trying to strike up a conversation.

"Yes, brother, I often come to watch the Soul Battle, and I'll place a bet when I see a Soul Master I like. Are you looking for information on a particular Soul Master?" The audience member next to Fang Tian glanced at him and quickly put on a smile.

"Don't worry, brother. I know all the information about the Soul Masters who come to the Soul Battle regularly. I'm known as the 'Know-It-All' of Soto City; there's nothing in Soto City that I don't know."

Fang Tian looked at the so-called informant next to him, who was patting his chest and making a guarantee, and a strange feeling rose in his heart.

"Does that brother know anything about the female Soul Master on stage just now?" Fang Tian asked tentatively.

"Haha, brother, you've come to the right person. I happen to know this guy's information. Do you want it, brother? As long as..." The guy held out his hand, making a gesture of asking for money.

Fang Tian stared speechlessly at the outstretched hand of this "brother." "You really know how to do business!" Fang Tian thought to himself.

Fang Tian reluctantly took out a gold soul coin and placed it in his "brother's" outstretched hand: "This is all I have. If you're not willing, I'll go ask someone else."

"No way, brother, no one else knows as much detail as I do. My reputation for being a gossip is well-deserved, young and old alike. Please add a little more."

"That's all. If you don't want it, give me back the money and I'll ask around." Fang Tian wasn't going to put up with him.

A frequently appearing Soul Master must have some information that is well-known to everyone, and that's exactly the information Fang Tian needs. Even spending a single Gold Soul Coin feels like a waste to Fang Tian.

"No, no! Brother! I'll take this deal. I'll tell you the information about the female Soul Master on stage right now." The "brother" quickly put the gold soul coins in his hand into his pocket.

(End of this chapter)