Zhang Ruochen was a little confused, he knew that it was not easy for a waste martial soul to cultivate to the nineteenth level, but if he went down, it was not a game, but a battle of life and death, but when he saw the three swords attacking, he knew Wei Dehai's determination.

The golden hoop stick swung on his head, shattering Wei Dehai's sword, the soul power operated, the first soul ring lit up, the protective shield appeared to shatter instantly, and his strength increased by three layers, he didn't have to be afraid of Wei Dehai at all now, he was not afraid of Wei Dehai's attack at all, but three and three swords attacked.

Zhang Ruochen was a little helpless, how could Wei Dehai, a fifty-year-old uncle, still be so naïve?

At this time, Wei Dehai, who was wielding a scythe, watched Zhang Ruochen's soul technique be used, suddenly made a move, and rushed towards Zhang Ruochen without any other action, the momentum was not a game, he was going to fight hard.

The golden hoop stick was in Zhang Ruochen's hand, dancing one after another, without showing mercy at all, holding Wei Dehai slashing again and again, and now Wei Dehai is just dying. has already received a blow from his golden hoop stick, and that kind of attack power is not at all something that Wei Dehai with a waste martial soul can resist.

Zhang Ruochen's current actual combat skills may not be as strong as this fifty-year-old uncle, but they are definitely about the same, and his strength and speed are not comparable to Wei Dehai at all, not to mention that he has the blessing of three layers of soul power after the first soul skill is launched, looking at the scythe under the split, he takes a step back.

One step to heaven, one step to hell!

Dodging the blow of the scythe, now Zhang Ruochen is in heaven, the golden hoop rod is raised high and falls quickly, and Wei Dehai, who is about to face Zhang Ruochen's attack, is in hell.

At this second, everyone in the audience already knew the result, and they knew that the balance of victory had fallen on the fighter Zhang Ruochen, so the audience made a sound of excitement, and the fighter won another streak and created a miracle, they cheered the name of the fighter, waiting for the judge's judgment.

From Wei Dehai chopping the sickle on his head to the golden hoop stick falling, but between the lightning and flint, Wei Dehai looked at the falling golden hoop stick, drew back his sickle and put it in front of him again.

Bang...

The sickle was broken from the middle, broken wood flew all over the sky, blood gushed out of Wei Dehai's mouth, and when the golden hoop stick fell, his body shifted slightly, his right hand was smashed by the golden hoop stick, and he didn't give up, now Zhang Ruochen has no golden hoop stick, no first soul skill, Zhang Ruochen is only close at hand, within reach, and the left hand is clenched and only the sickle head martial soul is left, and he swings it again.

At this time, all the audience in the Tenth Fighting Soul Arena were quiet, suffocating and looking at the scene in front of them, and Zhang Ruochen looked at the sickle on his neck even more incredibly, he lost completely....

The handsome guy in the tuxedo didn't expect this to be the result, but as a referee, he must be fair.

"I am the referee of the tenth fighting arena and announce the result of the first game, and the winner is Wei... Dehai. ”

Bang...

Wei Dehai fell on his back, the mouth that spurted blood, showing a smile, the martial soul was shattered, and his right arm was almost crippled, but he won.

Zhang Ruochen looked at Wei Dehai lying on the ground with a shocked face, but even if he didn't believe it, the result was already doomed to him to lose, if this was a battle of life and death, he was already dead.

All the spectators in the Tenth Fighting Soul Arena quietly didn't dare to breathe, forgetting all the things in their minds, forgetting the things at home, forgetting that the fighters they supported had lost, a waste martial spirit...... The golden rod smashed down on the head...... Broken Soul..... Won the brawler?

"Why?"

"Because I still have the strength, I didn't lose."

"But your martial soul is broken, it's just a game, you are as for it..."

"I'm a waste sickle martial soul, I can win your genius, and there is a 1:50 bet outside, enough, I'm just proving that I live in vain in this life, and let the people in my hometown be proud of me, even if I am a waste martial spirit, I can also enjoy the battle, not like the people in my hometown who know that I am a waste martial soul and give up hope, even if I lose hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of times, and I haven't won a few times in the game, but I can still use the waste martial soul to enjoy the battle, experience in defeat, and rejoice in victory, even if I lose nothing, but I'm fighting, I'm fighting with a waste martial spirit, and it's enough for me to win once in the last time in my life. ”

Wei Dehai, whose mouth was still spurting blood, smiled at the corners of his mouth, because he won the last battle, and won a future genius.

Zhang Ruochen looked at Wei Dehai, lost, really lost, lost without a complete body, he fought the owner of the holy ape martial soul, but there was no owner of the abolished martial soul, there was that kind of desire for battle, the desire for victory, the purpose of his game was just to train himself, he didn't want to let his soul fly away in the end, he didn't want to enjoy the fun of fighting, let alone fight for victory, he just wanted to live, that's all, he really didn't deserve the title of fighter, this title belongs to Wei Dehai.

..........

Can you really survive?

Zhang Ruochen looked at the sunset and asked questions.

Fighting the Holy Ape? Why is his martial soul called the Fighting Saint Ape, is it because he was born to fight?

Is it really okay to be an ordinary self?

"A strong man is a strong man, because he is confident, he will not back down, he will not be cowardly, and he will not question himself like you."

Tang San's words exploded in Zhang Ruochen's mind, and the eighteenth-level soul power began to increase, the nineteenth, nineteenth-level peak.

Picking up the food and water on the tiles, and eating them in large gulps, he came to his senses.

Fighting the holy ape, the only one who fights, no fear of failure, no fear of danger, no fear of strong enemies, war for life, war for death, death can not shake my heart to fight, death can not destroy my intention to fight. When the will to fight is not extinguished, when the strong enemy does not retreat, when I do not die, there are only three words, you can see my will, war, war, war.

The battle is turned upside down, the sun and the moon are gone, and the stars are changing in the battle, and the party is the strongest.

Jumping off the roof, he walked into the dormitory, ignoring the strange eyes of the other people in the dormitory, bowed to Tang San, and said, "Senior brother, help me and the teacher bring a message, saying that I will go out for a while, let him go to the Golden Soul Village to call me godfather, and when I come back, we will go hunt for the second soul ring." ”

"Good"

Tang San looked at Zhang Ruochen and didn't say much, because he knew that his junior brother had come out of the shadows.

Zhang Ruochen walked to his cabinet, looked at the familiar black tights, and finally smiled out.

I'm back......

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