Douluo Amon: I am the Heavenly Venerable of the Dragon King.

Chapter 153 Don't you have any faults at all?

Just now, Nan Fusheng used his third soul skill to directly control the Zheng brothers, Zheng Long and Zheng Hu, to attack the opponent.

The strength of the Spirit Thread ability depends on the strength of Nan Fusheng's spiritual power. Furthermore, the closer one gets to Nan Fusheng, the more powerful this ability becomes.

With Nan Fusheng's current mental strength, even if this is just an avatar, when his own consciousness is added to the avatar, it is enough to raise the avatar's mental strength to the Spirit Abyss Realm.

As for their opponents, Zheng Long and Zheng Hu, their mental strength was at most at the Spirit Realm. How could they possibly resist Nan Fusheng, especially since the two of them were constantly getting closer to Nan Fusheng's position?

"Those who can get into Shrek Academy are indeed quite capable. My name is Zheng Qiaran, ranked thirtieth on the list of young geniuses. Everyone calls me: Green Serpent Zheng Qiaran. What about you?"

"Nan Fusheng." Nan Fusheng calmly replied to Zheng Qiaran's question.

"Nan Fusheng?" Zheng Qiaran recalled whether he had ever heard of this name before, or whether the young genius had ever been associated with someone named Nan Fusheng.

Unfortunately, after racking his brains for a while, Zheng Qiaran couldn't find any information about Nan Fusheng in his mind. However, Zheng Qiaran didn't underestimate the other party because of this.

Putting everything else aside, Nan Fusheng's defeat of Zheng Long and Zheng Hu just now was enough to make her wary.

Furthermore, the soul skills of spirit-type soul masters are known for their "unpredictability," and you never know what kind of abilities they might possess. If you underestimate them, you might actually suffer a setback.

"Then let me see what you're capable of!" A glint flashed in Zheng Qiaran's eyes, and a light shone from his body, covering his entire body in a layer of emerald green.

However, compared to the Zheng brothers, Zheng Long and Zheng Hu, the emerald green color on her body was much brighter. The small emerald green snake coiled around her arm shone brightly, and then spewed a thick green mist towards Nan Fusheng.

At the same time, she moved close to the ground, quickly approaching Nan Fusheng. Mental-type Soul Masters generally possess strong mental power, but their physical strength is only slightly better than that of support-type Soul Masters.

Therefore, the best way to deal with a spirit-type Soul Master is to get as close to them as possible and end the battle in one go.

Otherwise, if the opponent uses that soul skill whose ability is still unknown, the situation will become unfavorable for her.

Zheng Qia Ran was well aware of her own abilities and was more suited to team battles; close-quarters combat was actually not very friendly to her.

However, there was nothing she could do, as she had no teammates by her side. Moreover, her opponent was merely a fragile spirit-type Soul Master, and in close combat, she, with her poison attribute, had a natural advantage.

Thinking this, Zheng Qia Ran couldn't help but increase her speed even further.

"Wait, is this girl really that bold?"

Although the thick green fog in front of him obscured Nan Fusheng's vision, it could not block his spiritual perception. Nan Fusheng could clearly sense that Zheng Qiaran was launching a surprise attack from directly in front of him.

Yes, right in front of him. Zheng Qiaran didn't even change direction, like to ambush him from the side, but charged straight at him.

"Door."

Yellow, purple, and purple. Three spirit rings rose from beneath Nan Fusheng's feet. These were the spirit rings possessed by his clone. Having two thousand-year spirit rings made him a genius, but not quite astonishing.

The second spirit ring lit up, and a silver vortex appeared above Nan Fusheng, absorbing the dense fog containing the deadly poison.

"Got it." As Nan Fusheng cleared the thick fog, Zheng Qiaran had already ambushed him. Her body shimmered with emerald light, making it impossible to tell which soul skill she was using.

Zheng Qiaran went limp, as if she had lost her bones, and quickly wrapped herself around Nan Fusheng, binding him tightly.

Her right hand also turned emerald green and lunged straight for Nan Fusheng's neck. At the same time, the emerald green snake emitted a jade-like light and opened its mouth to spray poison mist at Nan Fusheng.

"I think you're getting excited too soon."

Just as Zheng Qiaran's right hand was about to touch Nan Fusheng's neck, and the corners of her mouth began to turn up, Nan Fusheng's voice rang out.

"This is!"

Zheng Qiaran suddenly realized that his movements were becoming stiff. His right hand, which was supposed to poke Nan Fusheng, stopped abruptly when it was still a fist's distance from Nan Fusheng's neck.

Even his own soul, which was supposed to spew poisonous mist at Nan Fusheng, strangely stopped moving.

At this moment, Zheng Qiaran was like a beautiful snake, tightly wrapped around Nan Fusheng's body. Nan Fusheng could even feel the girl's budding softness pressed tightly against his back.

The two were in an incredibly ambiguous position no matter how you looked at it. That is, if you ignored Zheng Qiaran's right hand, which was flashing with green light, and the snake-like spirit with its mouth wide open.

"Damn it! What kind of ability is this? Mind control? Is this how he took down Zheng Long and Zheng Hu before?!"

Zheng Qiaran's feelings were different from Nan Fusheng's. At this moment, the girl was trying her best to regain control of her body, but no matter how she urged her soul power, her body did not show any signs of moving.

She could even sense the spirit's consciousness, but judging from the information it transmitted, it couldn't control its own body either. This was truly a miscalculation; she hadn't expected the opponent's abilities to be so bizarre!

"Well then, hello Zheng Qiaran, and goodbye."

After Nan Fusheng finished speaking, he directly controlled Zheng Qiaran's soul and bit her arm.

The poison from the spirit began to spread to Zheng Qiaran's body, and then, it was absorbed.

"Immune to the toxins of spirits?"

Nan Fusheng muttered to himself, then looked at Zheng Qiaran, who had a smug look on his face, and couldn't help but feel speechless. What are you so smug about? I still have the upper hand in the current situation, okay?

"Well then, this is really goodbye."

After saying that, Nan Fusheng directly manipulated Zheng Qiaran to slide off his body. During the slide, the girl's soft breasts kept rubbing against his body.

Zheng Qiaran, who had just slipped off Nan Fusheng, finally realized just how ambiguous her actions had been. The girl's face turned slightly red, but she still glared at Nan Fusheng.

Although she chose to become entangled with Nan Fusheng, aside from that point, isn't Nan Fusheng completely without fault?

However, before the girl could convey her shame and indignation to Nan Fusheng, her body involuntarily fell to the ground and then disappeared in a beam of light.

The rules of this competition state that if a player touches the ground with all four limbs or their torso, they will be eliminated.

(End of this chapter)