Douluo: This soul master is too introverted

It’s a pity that his speed still seems to be more than one level lower than Su Ming’s.

Power-type soul masters are inherently slow, not to mention Zhao Wuji, who has no martial soul, is heavy and has short legs.

The eye-catching scene made Shao Xin and the others unable to bear to look directly at it, and they wanted to say "the same as Li Yunlong"...

——Lao Zhao, the idea is good and deserves praise!

As for Tang San and Xiao Wu, their expressions were a little strange. When did Su Ming become a power-type spirit master?

boom!

Su Ming dodged sideways.

Facing Zhao Wuji's powerful attack, he used his left arm to block it.

Then, he lunged with his right foot to gather strength and attack with another punch.

With an emphasis, Zhao Wuji slowly raised his head.

"Boy, I got you!"

Zhao Wuji had a grim smile on his face, veins bulging on his arms, and he was tightly gripping Su Ming's right fist.

You are still far from having the combat skills to adapt to changing situations!

not good!

Tang San and Xiao Wu thought to themselves that this was not good. Zhao Wuji deliberately wanted to use this to make up for his shortcoming in speed.

But before they could even scream in surprise, they saw Su Ming bending down and leaning back with one foot on Zhao Wuji's knee.

The picture is so familiar.

Damn!

Zhao Wuji understood instantly, but the loach he had caught couldn't escape, so he increased his strength immediately.

Although Su Ming's waist flexibility is not as good as Xiao Wu's, he is better in physical strength. He bent his waist and exerted force, and Zhao Wuji's feet left the ground instantly.

Boom!

Two figures were thrown out at the same time.

Su Ming didn't expect that Zhao Wuji would choose to kill 800 enemies and injure 1,000 of his own.

He landed heavily on the ground, seemingly unaffected, and instantly turned around and kicked towards Zhao Wuji's arm.

Zhao Wuji had just woken up from the heavy fall when Su Ming kicked him with great force. Feeling severe pain, he subconsciously loosened his arm.

Roll over. Get up.

Zhao Wuji looked as if he had eaten a fly and his face looked extremely bad.

After fighting for a few minutes.

Zhao Wuji couldn't tolerate it and said angrily, "Boy, if you have the guts, let's fight head-on."

“……”Shao Xin and Lu Qibin covered their faces helplessly.

Shame on you!

Chapter 70: It’s a great pleasure, Zhao Wuji admits defeat!

In Douluo Continent, there is a restrained relationship between soul masters.

The agility attack type restrains the control type.

The control system restrains the assault system.

The strong attack system restrains the agile attack system.

Soul masters of the agility attack system pay attention to surprise, and their spirits are mostly swift beast spirits, such as cats, leopards, snakes, falcons and so on.

The overall physical fitness of agility attack soul masters is naturally not as good as that of lion, tiger and other beast soul masters.

The strong attack system has amazing defense, but the agile attack system is unlikely to be directly effective with one attack.

But the agile attack system cannot withstand a single attack from the strong attack system.

Su Ming is faster than Zhao Wuji, but don’t forget, he is equally strong.

After several fights, Zhao Wuji was already at a disadvantage.

He hated this kind of fight the most. He couldn't use his spirit skills, couldn't exert his strength, and his punches would miss.

They are all power-type soul masters, and only real men can fight head-on!

"Head on?"

Swish, Su Ming retracted his bow stance, stood up and slowly walked towards Zhao Wuji.

Come on! !

Zhao Wuji raised his eyebrows and greeted him with a snort of laughter.

"No way, are they really going to fight with real fists?"

Dai Mubai's mouth twitched violently, the shadow of Zhao Wuji's practical class surged into his heart, and he shuddered subconsciously.

"I never thought that one day, the great Acala would actually lose to a twelve-year-old boy. Sigh."

A long sigh was heard, as if lamenting that time is unforgiving and one has to accept old age.

Shao Xin looked at Lu Qibin with amusement. Although he was surprised, he had nothing to worry about.

He is a food-type soul master, much younger, chewing dessert and saying:

"Old Lu, the battle isn't over yet, it's still unclear who will win or lose!"

Not over yet?

Lu Qibin rolled his eyes at him, "Is this not over yet? How much benefit did Zhao Wuji give you to make you speak for him like this?"

Shao Xin smiled awkwardly and scratched his head, too embarrassed to refute.

Judging from the battle just now, Zhao Wuji has already lost, as there is not much difference in strength between the two.

But unfortunately, Zhao Wuji was too slow, and he would definitely suffer a great loss if he continued to fight.

In other words, he had already lost from the moment he accepted the challenge...

Shao Xin looked at Su Ming with his eyes full of novelty on his chubby face.

It was the first time I met such a terrifying young man, and I didn't know how he cultivated.

In the field, Su Ming and Zhao Wuji came together again like magnets.

They were facing each other, less than fifty centimeters apart.

The corner of Zhao Wuji's mouth turned up, with a strong admiration in his arrogance.

"Boy, you have cultivated your physique to this level at your age. I was definitely not as good as you back then."

"No wonder I suggested a pure physical battle. I underestimated you."

Su Ming moved his fingers one by one, and finally clenched them into a fist. He said coldly, "If you can't beat me, you can use your spirit to possess me."

"I also want to see how many soul skills I can carry you invincible."

"Puh!" Zhao Wuji immediately curled his lips and spat out a mouthful of saliva, roaring in embarrassment:

"Damn it, you dare to mock me."

"Go ask around in the soul master world and find out if I, Acalanatha, Zhao Wuji, am a coward who goes back on his word?"

snort!

Zhao Wuji wiped his mouth, his eyes filled with coldness, "You should be able to feel that my strength is greater than yours. If we really fight head-on, it's not certain who will win or lose."

"Then come!"

"Come on, come on!"

As the last word "come" fell, Zhao Wuji threw a punch fiercely.

Su Ming's eyes were piercing, he didn't hide at all, he just bent his arms to block.

Bang! A dull thud sounded.

His forearm was shaken away, and Su Ming felt the blood and energy in his arm meridians churning. He felt numb and had difficulty using his strength, and his feet also shifted slightly to the side.

But the next second, Su Ming greeted Zhao Wuji with his right fist.

Back then, I was able to fight my way out of the siege of a dozen bishops in the Spirit Hall. Why would I be afraid of you?

There was no fear in Zhao Wuji's eyes. He bent his arm and threw a hook punch, blocking from bottom to top.

With a bang, the violent force went straight from the bones to the shoulders, and even he gritted his teeth slightly.

The two men's eyes flashed with brilliance at the same time.

The next second, the speed of the punch suddenly increased.

Boom, one punch.

Boom, two punches.

Boom, three punches.

……

The two of them used a real man's battle to deeply interpret what it means to face off head-on.

No fancy extra moves.

Block/dodge, attack.

Block/dodge, attack.

boom! boom! boom!

One punch followed another, and the sounds of "swish swish" were almost connected.

The fist generated a terrifying gust of air, boom, boom, boom, that even the surrounding fences were blown down.

Zhao Wuji's fist was heavy, and Su Ming felt something stirring inside his body.

But Zhao Wuji was definitely not feeling well either.

But the two of them were like crazy, becoming more and more addicted to fighting.

The two pairs of bright eyes seemed to be telling each other that they would never be the first to fall.

There is no man who doesn't like a fistfight...

The fist enlarged before my eyes.

The fist scraped across the skin.

The sound of fists hitting flesh.

That kind of excitement!

That kind of wildness!

No matter what kind of fighting method you use, it is incomparable.

If it were to be accompanied by music, only the confrontation between Dragon Ball Super, Goku and Jiren could produce such intense sparks.

Gollum~

Looking at the scene before them, everyone was dumbfounded.

Even Oscar, the sausage man who had just arrived, had a lot of his untidy beard shaved off.

Too, too cruel!

Oscar pushed Dai Mubai's waist with his elbow, and stammered, "Dai, Boss Dai, don't you power-type soul masters like to fight like this?"

Dai Mubai's face turned dark and the corners of his mouth twitched violently.

It's good enough if they hit each other a few times. Power-type soul masters are also soul masters, and what they compete on is soul skills.

In less than a few minutes, the two had already fought countless times.

It can be clearly seen that Zhao Wou-ki didn't land many heavy blows on Su Ming, but every time Su Ming blocked and evaded, he would punch back Zhao Wou-ki heavily.