Chapter 377: Martial Soul Teleportation, Second Stage!

"Swish, swish, swish!"

In the Hell Slaughter Arena, one could almost only see nine shadows flickering rapidly.

When it comes to speed, Qin Jian is indeed inferior to these Spirit Douluos.

So he just stood in the center, holding the Silver Dragon Spear, waiting quietly.

"If nine Spirit Douluos join forces, even a Title Douluo couldn't win without using soul skills, right?"

"Theoretically that's the case, but he is the Silver Dragon King!"

"That's true, the Silver Dragon King has always been an existence that breaks the rules."

"..."

I don't know when it started, but even when Qin Jian is competing, the Fallen Ones watching his matches still dare not slaughter or indulge themselves at will in the stands.

They behave just like the audience at the Great Spirit Arena in the outside world, a scene of peace...

"Nine Spirit Douluos, I wonder if he can successfully win..."

Tang San stood by the railing at the very front, purple light suffusing his eyes.

"He... won't lose." Hu Liena smiled lightly.

Tang San couldn't help but glance at her, only to find the expression on her face was like faith, firm and unwavering.

"How on earth did this guy brainwash people? This is the Golden Generation of the Spirit Hall... they are very likely to become successors..."

Tang San looked at the scene in the arena with a look of profound admiration.

"Tang San."

At this moment, Hu Liena's voice suddenly rang out, and Tang San turned his head: "Hmm?"

"After Qin Jian passes the one-hundredth match, the three of us will have to pass through the Hell Road together. What are your thoughts on this?" Hu Liena said indifferently.

Tang San couldn't see any information on her face, so he said: "Naturally, we should join forces and break through together. What other thoughts could there be?"

"The teacher said that the Hell Road is strange and varied, each one different, so she didn't tell us how to prepare..."

Hu Liena said: "And her biggest warning was not to trust anyone in the Hell Road, because any companion you trust might stab you in the back at the most critical moment."

She looked at Tang San, her eyes filled with obvious distrust.

Tang San was speechless: "So it's distrust of me, then what about you and Qin Jian?"

Hu Liena rolled her eyes slightly: "Of course I'm different with him. We are lovers, we are the same person; there is no such thing as trust or distrust."

The little-woman expression that appeared on her face made Tang San click his tongue in secret, and he once again expressed his respect for Qin Jian in his heart.

"You and Qin Jian are the same person; although I can't say the same for me and Qin Jian..."

Tang San smiled slightly: "But I am his classmate, roommate, comrade-in-arms, and brother. With that said, can you trust me now?"

Hu Liena was slightly startled, silent for a moment, then shook her head: "I can't. Actually, you can't fully trust me either, right? We only joined forces because of Qin Jian."

Tang San nodded and said: "Indeed, the person we both trust most is him. With him here, we have the possibility of joining forces."

"So I didn't ask these things expecting us to build trust immediately..."

Hu Liena looked at Tang San seriously and said: "I hope to make an agreement with you: no matter what situation occurs in the Hell Road, neither of us will be the first to launch a sneak attack from behind."

"Is that so?"

Tang San thought for a moment and said: "I agree."

Hu Liena nodded: "That's good."

The two looked back at the arena, where the situation had already changed.

Because the nine Spirit Douluos seemed to have practiced in advance, they had actually turned into three groups, besieging Qin Jian group by group.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Just like when hundreds or thousands of people are besieging someone, it is impossible for everyone to attack; only a dozen or so were fighting at the same time.

And attacks at the Spirit Douluo level are even more prone to interfering with each other, so by forming groups of three, they could maximize the effect of their attacks.

"Ding, ding, ding..."

In the center, because Qin Jian's speed could not keep up, he stood still, wielding his Silver Dragon Spear so tightly that not even a drop of water could pass through, blocking all attacks.

But anyone with a discerning eye knew that this way of responding would not work; Qin Jian, who only had Soul Emperor-level soul power, would soon be exhausted by the Spirit Douluos.

"Boom!"

And just at this moment, everyone's pupils shrank.

Because a huge golden iron ball suddenly appeared in the arena, smashing down toward Qin Jian's head.

This timing was chosen perfectly; it was the exact moment Qin Jian was parrying the attacks of the other three.

"Silver Dragon King, die for me! ——"

Amidst a fierce roar, that three-zhang iron ball descended from the sky with the force of a thousand jun, as if it wanted to smash Qin Jian into meat paste!

"Do you really think I'm stupid enough to stand here as a living target?"

Qin Jian suddenly smiled, and the Martial Soul Sword he had never used in his left hand was suddenly thrown out by him.

"Your attack patterns... I have memorized them all."

Just as the iron ball was about to hit his head, Qin Jian's figure suddenly disappeared from the arena.

"Boom! ——"

Under the violent bombardment, the entire arena shook.

But no one cared about the effect of this attack; after all, the target of the attack had disappeared, so they were naturally looking for Qin Jian's figure.

"Uh... ah!"

Suddenly, a miserable scream rang out.

Everyone looked over and saw that Qin Jian had appeared behind someone at some point, his left hand gripping the hilt of the Martial Soul Sword, his right hand holding the long spear in a thrusting posture.

And the Spirit Douluo in front of him had already been pierced through the chest by the spear light...

For a moment, the entire arena was silent.

"This is called... Spirit Teleportation, second stage!"

Qin Jian smiled slightly, and the Sword in his hand was suddenly thrown out again.

This time, under everyone's watchful eyes, the martial soul did not fly out in a straight line, but instead shot toward the stunned Spirit Douluos while spinning like a propeller.

"Bang!"

Seeing the Martial Soul Sword flying toward them, someone instinctively raised their weapon to block it, but after the Sword was intercepted, it did not bounce back as everyone expected; instead, it veered to the side and inexplicably flew behind them.

"Swish!"

The next moment, Qin Jian's figure appeared above them, holding the Martial Soul Sword in his left hand and thrusting down with the Silver Dragon Spear in his right, piercing another person through.

"Ah! —"

As this person fell to the ground, a miserable scream echoed through the somewhat quiet arena.

Everyone was plunged into confusion, completely unable to understand what was happening, or why Qin Jian, who had originally been at a disadvantage, could so easily counter-kill two people.

"So that guy pestered me for two years, asking for so long about angles, rebound curves, force, prediction, refraction methods... it was actually for this!"

On the sidelines, Tang San covered his face: "Isn't this just the Tang Sect Hidden Weapon Technique, Bat Wing Reincarnation!"

Speechless as he was, he was also amazed that Qin Jian could comprehend such a technique on his own.

After all, he himself had secret manuals to practice with, while Qin Jian had relied entirely on his own imagination to create a technique with almost identical effects.

One is learning, the other is creating; the difference between the two is like heaven and earth.

"Truly... a heaven-sent genius..."

He sighed inwardly: "Is the talent of a Million-Year Soul Beast Humanoid Spirit Beast really this high? Even with the entire Inheritance of the Tang Sect, I cannot compare to him?"

"Moreover, he can even make so many girls fall for him wholeheartedly..."

Sigh... the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to eat a lemon...

Third update

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