Chapter 203: Swift Victory >

hes of dragon-type creatures, and even among the purest True Dragons, there are many kinds. 。"I'm sure you haven't heard of it either," 。" Come on, tell me about this Seven Colored Dragon Martial S...As for Ye Xinglan, he was already in the right! There's nothing wrong with him eating a lot. The other party is being unreasonable. 。If people don't look up to him, why does he have to go out of his way to make friends They are from different worlds to begin with, just two parallel lines. 。Inside the competition venue, the battle is raging with intensity. 。The because their soul rings aren't generally very high, at most three rings, and it's a one-on-one match, so the arena isn't particularly large. 。Each playing area is only about thirty meters in diameter. 。Patches of land adjoin each other, with various martial souls and soul skills on display, dazzling the onlookers. 。Tang Wulin was watching intently. These people were very likely to be his opponents in the future, and he only had one ring, one soul skill 。To defeat the enemy is not so easy. 。Soon, the second round ended, and it was time for the third-round contestants to enter. 。Tang Wulin glanced at his number plate. According to yesterday's draw, he was competing in the sixteenth match of the third round. 。The competition stage is circular and surrounded by a specialized Soul Guidance protective shield to prevent the power of soul skills from leaking out. 。This is still his first time participating in this kind of competition, but he isn't very nervous. 。After all, having gone through the training of ascending the Spirit Stage and with numerous real battles in daily life, excitement far outweighs everything else. 。How far can he really go in the individual competition His opponent soon appeared on the stage, a slender young boy. Judging from his physique alone, he seemed even smaller than Tang Wulin. 。Moreover, his eyes were clearly panicked and slightly tense. 。There is a referee at every competition table, and the referee here is a middle-aged man. 。The competition rules are very simple, use your attack methods as much as possible. 。You don't need to worry, I will intervene at the right time to ensure your safety. 。One side surrenders, or loses its ability to fight. 。All will be ruled against. 。If the disparity is too great, I will also make a judgment. 。You have thirty seconds to prepare. 。In the last five seconds, I will count down. 。

Start preparing

As soon as the referee's words fell, Tang Wulin's opponent's feet flashed with light, and two soul rings had risen up. The two yellow soul rings shone brilliantly together 。Wasn't there still thirty seconds Tang Wulin was utterly confused by the other party's actions. 。"His martial soul will be consumed when released! And is he showing his martial soul to himself in advance

The opponent's martial soul is a silver-white staff with a black dragon coiled around it, the Dragon Staff..." 。Quite remarkable weapon spirit 。However, with the word "dragon" in it, isn't it... Tang Wulin's heart skipped a beat. 。 。He wasn't really afraid at all. 。His opponent seemed to realize he was getting flustered, and hurriedly retracted his martial soul, his eyes fixed intently on Tang Wulin. 。With the referee's countdown ending, Tang Wulin slammed his left foot onto the ground, and shot out like a cannonball. 。He is not a Soul Master specializing in agility and attack, but his burst of power is incredibly rapid. At a distance of thirty meters... 。It's just a few steps to get in front of them. 。His opponent hastily released his martial soul, jabbing forward with the dragon-coiling staff in his hand. However, his soul ring beneath his feet did not flicker, indicating that he had not unleashed a soul skill. 。For Tang Wulin's sudden burst of speed, he was clearly taken aback. 。He wasn't really unwilling to unleash his soul technique, he just forgot in that moment...

"Hmph!" A cold snort suddenly exploded in his ear. The young man only felt his brain go fuzzy, and then... 。He saw Tang Wulin raise his right fist, the golden scales shimmering with light, and a terrifying pressure he couldn't describe instantly appeared in his heart. 。He was already nervous, and under this sudden pressure of dragon might, he simply plopped down on the ground. 。Tang Wulin raised his hand and slapped open the Banlong Staff. His right hand formed a claw and landed above his head, of course, he didn't strike down, nor did he release the Golden Dragon Claw. 。"Stop!" The referee was almost instantly in front of them, blocking Tang Wulin's right hand. 。Of course, he also felt that Tang Wulin hadn't gone all out. 。"You're far too inexperienced for this! Are you really participating in a competition like this" the referee said to the pale, dejected boy sitting on the ground. 。"I, my soul skills are very strong, I'm still capable..." The referee snorted coldly, "Go back and practice your combat skills first before coming again." 。Even if your Soul Skills are powerful, they're useless if you can't use them. Have you used yoursThe competition ended, the first round of eliminations, Tang Wulin won. 。The referee nodded approvingly at him, giving him a new number tag so he could participate in the second round of the competition. 。From beginning to end, Tang Wulin didn't even release his spirit. He defeated his opponent. 。After this match, Tang Wulin's confidence soared. His opponent didn't seem as formidable as he had imagined. 。The morning match ended sooner than expected, and the team competition was scheduled for the afternoon. So he simply went back to the hotel directly. 。When he came back, Xie Xian and Gu Yue had also returned. Xu Xiaoyan hadn't left the hotel at all. 。"How are you doing" Tang Wulin asked Xie Xie and Gu Yue. 。Of course it passed smoothly. 。"Look at our strength!" Xie Xihe said with a hint of pride. 。Gu Yue also nodded to Tang Wulin. 。Tang Wulin smiled and said, “It seems like we all successfully passed the first round. Congratulations everyone.” 。"Our goal isn't the championship, is it In team games, we can still get through. " 。"Actual combat experience is really important," Tang Wulin sighed. "My opponent was a Level 20 Soul Master, but he didn't even get to use his soul skills before he lost. " 。Although he was a bit resentful, if this were a real battlefield, he would have fallen to me already. 。“The process doesn't matter, the result is what counts.” 。Power is inherently multifaceted, with soul power and soul skills representing just a fraction of its entirety. 。Even the most powerful Soul Master, if they relax, could be killed by a child with a dagger. 。So, practical experience, reaction, and vigilance are all very important. 。"I just hope that in the next round, I won't draw you," Tang Wulin said with a smile. 。" Gu Yue was slightly taken aback, then she smiled as well. Yes! She wouldn't have wanted to meet Huo Yuhao either. "Everyone's in good shape, boss. What brings you here this afternoon" Xie Xie asked Tang Wulin. 。Tang Wulin said: “I think the contestants' abilities are also uneven. We just need to perform normally.” 。Don't worry, everyone. Our normal strength went through the first round without any problem. 。 " "Well" 。The other three people also nodded. 。Wu Changkong didn't know where he had gone. When the afternoon team match was about to begin, it wasn't their dance teacher who came to lead the team, but the headmaster, Long Hengxu. 。"Little ones, are you all ready" Seeing these children, Long Hengxu couldn't help but smile. 。He had already checked today's scores. He hadn't planned on having these children participate in the individual competition, but unexpectedly, all three who participated successfully passed the first round. 。This is definitely a good start. 。Of course, he didn't know that Tang Wulin was still competing in the forging competition over there. 。"Are you ready " 。"Tang Wulin answered for his companions," 。Long Hengxu nodded, “Then it’s up to you guys.” 。I wonder if your dance teacher has told youme out! I can't take it anymore, it hurts too much!" 。It hurts to the bone. 。That kind of cramping pain is so hard to bear. 。“No, I can’t faint,” Yuan En Ye Hui glared at Xie Xie, “If the nerve toxin...