Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul, Luo Sanpao, Allows Me to Defy Fate

"puff!"

The captain of Riftwind Academy felt as if he had crashed into a high-speed moving iron mountain. The dagger in his hand was knocked away, three ribs in his chest broke instantly, and he was thrown backward by the impact.

Yu Xiaoheng suddenly turned around and grabbed his ankle.

"Get down here!"

Swing it up.

It crashed down.

boom!

The agility-type Soul Master was slammed hard onto the arena floor, the floor shattered, and he immediately rolled his eyes back and fainted.

Sold out instantly.

It sold out in seconds again.

At this moment, Yu Xiaoheng exuded a terrifyingly violent aura.

The blood and qi in my body are boiling, and every muscle is cheering.

That invisible "membrane" cracked with each physical collision.

The power of rage is flowing through his entire body.

"not enough!"

"Again!"

Yu Xiaoheng roared and charged at the remaining dozen or so Soul Masters who were already terrified.

A tiger among sheep.

In the VIP section.

The leaders of the various sects stopped talking and looked solemnly at the figure below who seemed to be insane.

Ning Zhenyuan, the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, gently tapped the armrest of his chair.

"This child has too much violent tendencies."

"But this physical body... it's simply unbelievable. Without even using his Martial Soul True Body, he can crush a Soul Master of the same level with just his physical strength. Just who is this Nameless one?"

"It's not aggression, it's fighting spirit. He's using battle to train his body. This method is very dangerous, but it's also the most effective."

the other side.

Tang Wei, the sect leader of Haotian Sect, had a somber expression.

Looking at Yu Xiaoheng's powerful and unparalleled fighting style, he felt a sense of familiarity.

This pure suppression of power is even more domineering than their Haotian Sect.

"If this child is not eliminated, he will surely become a great threat in the future."

Tang Wei said in a low voice, his voice only audible to those around him.

In an inconspicuous corner of the audience seats.

Wearing a mask, Tang San activated his Purple Demon Eyes, scrutinizing every detail on the arena.

In his view, although the flow of soul power within Yu Xiaoheng's body was violent, it was not chaotic.

On the contrary, in this extreme catharsis, it seems to be pushing the boundaries of the body.

"Very strong."

Tang San gave his own assessment.

"This style of play may seem reckless, but it actually uses the pressure from the opponent to hone one's skills."

"Given the current situation, these twenty-one people simply cannot stop him."

Tang San calmly analyzed the situation, then shook his head.

"But it's meaningless."

"This explosive fighting style consumes a huge amount of physical and spiritual energy."

"Even if he wins this match, how will he defend the next round after exhausting himself?"

"The Spirit Hall's rule is a series of battles, with other teams following behind."

“Nameless, you won this round, but you lost the whole game.”

"Those who do not know how to conceal their talents and conserve their strength are ultimately just acting with reckless courage."

Chapter 366 What is Tang Hao? We only see Wuming, who is very strong!

Arena Number Eight. Atop the ruins.

"Huh...huh..."

The heavy breathing sounded like an old bellows being pulled.

Yu Xiaoheng bent over, his hands resting on his knees. Sweat mixed with someone's blood dripped down his strong muscles onto the broken granite, forming a small pool of blood.

The burning sensation of "rage" is receding like the tide.

The roaring sound that could be heard, where blood was rushing against the walls of blood vessels, gradually subsided.

Just now, the combined attack of the twenty-one people did break through that membrane, allowing him to touch the threshold of the second level of the Golden Dragon Element Body Tempering Technique.

But that's about it.

With all the opponents fallen, that deadly pressure disappeared.

Without the external force to beat him, the purple-gold holy dragon bloodline that had just been boiling inside his body began to slump again, and the pleasure of tearing muscles and then rebuilding them came to an abrupt end.

"That's... all?"

Yu Xiaoheng straightened up and even felt a sense of emptiness.

If we don't strike while the iron is hot, all that beating we took will have been for nothing.

He casually wiped the blood off his face, his gaze sweeping over the restless teams below the stage.

Greed filled every pair of eyes.

In their view, Nameless was already at his limit, his soul power exhausted and his physical strength depleted. Just one more straw would break the camel's back.

This is exactly what Yu Xiaoheng wanted.

He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth stained with blood, and beckoned to the audience with his finger.

"What? Is nobody here?"

"If you're afraid of dying, go back and drink your milk."

The audience erupted in uproar.

"Insanity!"

"He can barely stand, yet he dares to provoke us!"

A burly man in a bright red team uniform suddenly jumped onto the ring, followed by six equally burly team members.

Then, like seven fiery meteors, the seven people blocked all of Yu Xiaoheng's escape routes from different directions.

This attack, though not as powerful as the combined attack of the previous twenty-one people, was still enough to severely injure a Soul Master who had exhausted his resources.

Yu Xiaoheng stood still, neither dodging nor avoiding.

He even opened his chest.

Since the goal is to train the body, there's no need for defense.

"Come!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The seven attacks landed squarely on Yu Xiaoheng.

Flames exploded, and the smell of charred flesh instantly filled the air.

A gasp rippled through the audience.

"bingo!"

"it's over!"

However, the burly man's smile froze on his face before it could fully bloom.

In the smoke and dust, an abnormally large hand suddenly reached out and grabbed his throat.

"Cough...cough..."

The burly man struggled desperately, but found that the hand was as immovable as an iron clamp.

The smoke dissipated.

Yu Xiaoheng remained standing there.

His body had even more wounds, and large patches of his skin were charred black, making him look extremely miserable.

But the fire in his eyes burned even brighter.

"The pressure is still too light."

Yu Xiaoheng shook his head in disappointment.

"Go down."

With a burst of strength in his arm, he swung it around violently.

The burly man, weighing over 180 pounds, was thrown off the ring like a sandbag and slammed heavily against the railing.

Followed by.

boom!boom!

Two more punches.

Two agility-type Soul Masters who attempted a sneak attack had their noses broken by Yu Xiaoheng using the most primitive method—his fists—and were knocked unconscious.