4th Update)

The member of the Wuhun Hall Academy team, although he did not leave any name in the original book, his strength was not weak at all, he was a forty-second level soul venerable, if he was placed in other teams, he would also belong to the captain-level character, but unfortunately in the talented Wuhun Hall Academy team, he could only act as a trick.

But he obviously also understands his mission, since Yang Ming is the first to fight on behalf of the Shrek Academy team, it means that they have no way out, as long as they achieve the goal of consuming Yang Ming's physical strength and soul power, when the four powerhouses of their Martial Spirit Hall Academy team play, it will be when Yang Ming is defeated.

You read that right, it's defeat!

Before today's dispatch, they had already received an order from Pope Bibi Dong that they must kill Yang Ming at any cost and by any means.

Although there are clear rules in the competition, intentional homicide is not allowed in the competition, but the rules are dead, and the person who makes the rules is alive, plus the Wuhun Hall is one of the organizers of the competition, and this place is the nest of the Wuhun Palace, so it's not an excuse for them to knead?

Moreover, the rewards given by the Pope for killing Yang Ming were also extremely rich, and the highest-ranking Elder Decree existed for this purpose.

This Martial Soul Hall Academy team dragon suit armor had already fantasized in his heart about how to use what he had learned to consume Yang Ming later, but at this time, he saw Yang Ming wave his hand, accompanied by the fifth soul ring under his feet dotted with uncomfortable gray light, between the tremors of the ground, one by one Bai Sensen's bones drilled out of the ground, and in a strange way arranged and combined to form a gate of the dead, there was a huge white bone skull on the door frame, and there was a green soul fire in the hole.

"Click!"

With the sound of the door opening, the door of the undead opened, and a bald head poked out of it, but this head was too big, it was actually the size of a millstone!

"This ......"

Before this dragon armor could react, he saw that the body of this monster completely drilled out of the gate of the dead and appeared in the world of Douluo Continent.

This is an unusually fat and deformed undead, more than four meters tall, naked all over, covered with stitched needles and threads, as if it was pieced together by a corpse, the pot-bellied body is slow, but the stench it carries with it is accompanied by an uncomfortable miasma, and there is an iron anchor in his hand, looking at the size, he knows that it weighs two hundred pounds.

Stitching Monster.

That's the name of the ghoul.

"Summoning-type soul skills?"

Long Taojia was startled at first, after all, this was different from the information collected, Yang Ming had never shown this ability before, but then, he looked at the slow pace of the stitching monster, and couldn't help but hook a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

What's the use of this slow speed!

He ignored the Stitching Monster, and according to the established tactics, he was ready to bypass the Stitching Monster, using various small tricks and soul skills to consume Yang Ming's physical strength and soul power.

He had barely run a hundred meters away when he heard the sound of a heavy object breaking through the wind.

As soon as he looked at the corner of his eye, he suddenly felt a big ghost, the stitching monster actually stood in place and threw hundreds of catties of iron anchors at him, once he was hit by this iron anchor, even if he was an outstanding elite in the Martial Spirit Palace, he would be hit hard.

"Hmph, it's just a small skill of carving insects, watch me hide!"

Such a thought flashed through his mind, and he saw his legs bent, his body short, and the heavy iron anchor slashed dangerously over his head, bringing up a cold wind.

Just as he was disapproving, there was again the sound of an anchor breaking from another direction.

"Coming back?"

He turned his head to look in the direction from which the voice came, and suddenly felt the urge to vomit blood.

It turned out that it was not only one stitching monster that came out of the gate of the dead, but now a whole ten stitching monsters have come out of the door!

While he struggled to dodge the iron anchor of the stitching monsters, he watched as these four-meter-tall corpse monsters were lined up, forming a thick wall of flesh between him and Yang Ming, if he wanted to defeat them and then find Yang Ming, he didn't know how much physical and soul power would be consumed.

And......

These suture monsters contain highly poisonous bodies, and wisps of miasma continue to overflow from the threads sutured on the surface of the skin, these miasma have little effect at first, but when the number of suture monsters is large and the time is long, this unlucky member of the Wuhun Hall Academy team immediately felt a burst of dizziness, and even his limbs were a little weak.

"Oh no, I'm poisoned!"

By the time he realized this, he decided to hold his breath and avoid inhaling the gas again, and it was already a little late.

The speed of the stitching monster is slow, but by constantly throwing hundreds of pounds of iron anchors, this member can only keep dodging in front of the temple.

With the fierce movements, the poisonous gas he had previously inhaled from his body accelerated along the flowing blood and spread through the meridians in various places, and he gradually felt that his head was groggy and his feet seemed to be in heavy shackles.

When the upcoming iron anchor was about to hit him, because of the slow reaction, he didn't have time to react when he saw that the iron anchor was about to hit his head, but fortunately, his teammates didn't die for him.

But he saw that the evil moon ran out of the team, holding two moon blades in his hands, all blood red, like the curved blades of the moon, his hands were held in the center of the moon blades, accompanied by two semi-arc blood lights flashing in the air, and the straight iron anchor shattered directly from the anchor head to the iron chain, turning into countless tiny fragments and falling to the ground.

"This game, we lost."

Evil Moon looked at Yang Ming coldly, and from her indifferent countenance, she couldn't tell that she had any thoughts.

Immediately, Evil Moon returned with his deeply poisoned teammates to treat him.

Cardinal Sadra, who was in charge of refereeing, was slightly stunned before announcing that Yang Ming had won the first game.

In the second game, an unknown dragon set from the Alien Beast Academy team will face Yang Ming.

But obviously, Yang Ming didn't take action in person, and he easily defeated the opponent just by relying on the stitching monster summoned by the soul technique, which made this latecomer a little frightened, after all, he had not yet reached the Soul Sect, and he was just a pitiful, weak and helpless Soul Venerable.

Sure enough.

This poor worm from the Alien Beast Academy team had only been in battle for a long time before he was picked out by a group of people...... Well, I mean the stitching monsters were so skeptical of their lives that they still looked like they were being played with when they were carried out on a stretcher.

Yang Ming's eyes swept away, and he seemed to be provocative to the Wuhun Hall Academy team:

"Begging for mercy from me, and I will reject you fiercely."