"Strength Clan... the two Soul Emperor." Yu Tianheng whispered to himself, "Brother Zhou, can they win?"
"It's difficult." Dugu Yan stood aside with a solemn expression, not hiding his worries, "Soul Emperor and Soul King are completely different concepts, not to mention Strength Clan's power is famous throughout Soul Master World. Even if Young Master Zhou and the others can leapfrog the battle, facing two Soul Emperor who are trying their best..."
The four single-attribute clans each have their own advantages and disadvantages, and Strength Clan is much more powerful than the ordinary Power Attack System Soul Master.
"But..." Yu Feng suddenly interrupted, "Brother Zhou and the others never seem to do anything they are not sure about."
Everyone was startled.
Yes!
Ever since I got to know Zhou Qiubai and Yang Guyun, these two people have given me the impression that they are calm and calm. They are like supermen.
"In five days, let's go take a look together." Yu Tianheng made the decision.
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Five days passed by in a blink of an eye.
In the past five days, Heaven Dou City's discussion about this competition has intensified.
Someone placed a bet at the opening, and the odds were one-sided.
If Strength Clan wins, you will pay one point to one point. If Spear and Sword Peerless wins, you will pay ten points to one point.
Almost no one believes that Zhou Qiubai and Yang Guyun can win.
Some people even thought that this was simply an exhibition match, and that Strength Clan would give Yang Wudi face and let Yang Guyun lose more easily.
But anyone who really knows Tai Tan's character knows that.
Absolutely impossible.
That Old Ape, the word "release water" does not exist in the dictionary.
The fifth day, evening.
Great Soul Arena, on the main stage, the audience seats are already full.
Even though the corridors and aisles were packed with people, many latecomers could only stand outside the venue and listen to what was going on inside through the soul-guiding loudspeakers.
At the VIP table, all members of Imperial Fighting Team were present.
The most eye-catching thing is the middle-aged man with a thin face wearing a plain Confucian shirt in the center of the VIP table.
He actually came too.
Confucian Sage, who usually lives in seclusion, came to watch the game in person today.
Unfortunately, the VIP seats are all one-way glass, and almost no one knows about it except the top executives of Soul Fighting Arena.
On the left, Taishan and Taihai have arrived.
On the right, Zhou Qiubai is wearing White Clothes, with a long sword hanging from his waist, while Yang Guyun is wearing black clothes and holding Black Spear.
Even before both parties took the stage, there was already an invisible pressure in the air.
Clang--!
The referee stepped onto the ring and announced loudly, "Today's competition will pit Strength Clan Taishan and Taihai against Spear and Sword Peerless Zhou Qiubai and Yang Guyun!"
"Rules: If one party loses combat effectiveness, falls off the ring, or admits defeat, it is over!"
"Now, please invite both contestants to the stage!"
Before he finished speaking, Tailong Shan and Tailong Hai roared at the same time, and their figures suddenly skyrocketed!
"Roar!"
With two roars, the two of them Martial Soul were instantly possessed!
Their bodies swelled in an instant, their height exceeded two and a half meters, black hair appeared on the surface of their skin, and they exuded a violent aura of power.
Yellow yellow purple purple black black.
This is Strength Clan.
Pure power, ultimate oppression!
On the other side of the ring, Zhou Qiubai and Yang Guyun were still standing quietly.
They didn't release Martial Soul, they didn't show Soul Ring, and their breath didn't even change at all.
No matter how violent the storm is, I will remain unmoved.
This strange contrast caused the entire audience to fall silent.
"This... why don't they release Soul Ring?"
"No way, Soul Emperor also plays like this?"
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Just when everyone was confused, Zhou Qiubai moved.
Yang Guyun followed closely, and Returnless Spear pointed diagonally at the ground.
The two walked to the center of the ring, ten feet apart from Tailong Shan and Tailong Hai.
"Zhou Qiubai(Yang Guyun)."
The two of them clasped their fists and said with smiles, "Please enlighten me."
Taishan and Taihai looked at each other, and a trace of solemnity passed through their hearts.
These two young men, faced with the full pressure of the two Soul Emperor, remained calm and showed no fear.
This determination alone is no small feat.
"Strength Clan, Taishan(Taihai)." The two of them responded in a deep voice, "Please!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Taishan attacked.
There is no need to test or beat around the bush, Strength Clan's fighting style has always been upright and he never plays tricks.
He stepped suddenly, and the entire arena seemed to be swept up by a strong wind, with cracks like Spider Web spreading in all directions.
Second Soul Ring lights up.
This is Strength Clan's signature Soul Skill Giant Strength.
The Spirit Beast they Strength Clan selected are all power type, and as the representatives of the power type, the Giant Strength Ant family is the best object for them to obtain Soul Ring.
Ants can lift objects four hundred times heavier than themselves, and Giant Strength Ant can double that.
Although not as good as Qian Jun Ant, it can still be considered a powerful power type Spirit Beast.
His whole body shot out like a cannonball, and punched Zhou Qiubai straight in the face.
Before the fist wind arrived, the force had already swept over him, and the air was squeezed into ripples visible to the naked eye, emitting a harsh scream.
At the same time, Taihai also jumped towards Yang Guyun. His movements were more steady than Taishan, but his strength was not reduced at all.
Third Soul Skill, Mountain Collapse.
Keep moving forward wherever your fist moves.
The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, formed an encirclement.
Soul Emperor-level momentum swept the entire venue like a frenzy, and many people in the audience closed their eyes unconsciously.
They seemed to have seen the tragic scene of the two young men being shattered to pieces under this violent blow.
But at this moment, everyone's pupils suddenly shrank.
Zhou Qiubai, moved.
Not retreating, not defending, but taking a step forward to face Taishan's punch that could crack mountains and crack rocks.
Wearing White Clothes, he looks like autumn leaves fluttering in the wind.
His steps were as light as stepping on the clouds, but this seemingly random step allowed him to slip through the gap of the Taishan fist wind at the critical moment.
Not to dodge, but to blend in.
Taishan felt his eyes blurred, as White Clothes had passed him by.
Alarm bells rang loudly in his heart. He was Soul Emperor, and he actually felt a sense of uneasiness from Soul Elder's hands.
So I want to close my fist and change my moves, but the inertia of a full blow can't be stopped just by saying stop.
At this moment, he saw a flash of sword light in his peripheral vision.
White Clothes Sword's sword tip gently touched the inside of his wrist with a soft force.
The touch was so light that it was almost invisible, but Taishan's arm lost all strength in an instant, and his fist deflected involuntarily and hit the empty space hard.
Bang!
The wind of the fist crashed against the protective shield at the edge of the ring, causing ripples like ripples.
And Zhou Qiubai has already taken three steps back lightly, while White Clothes remains the same.
Like the wind blowing on your face, like the moon without a trace.
"This... how is this possible?" someone in the audience exclaimed.
That was Soul Emperor's full blow, but it was resolved so easily by Soul Elder?
In the VIP table, a hint of surprise flashed in Chen Xuan's eyes, which soon turned into appreciation.
He picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and whispered to himself, "What a man who can overcome strength with softness."