"Click!"

"Bang!"

The pale golden dragon fist easily pierced through the black qi of the blood-colored giant tiger's protective body, and was imprinted on the purple mark representing the rakshasa.

The already somewhat illusory Rakshasa mark only lasted for less than a moment, and suddenly burst into fragments in the sky and returned to Dai Mubai's body.

The powerful dragon fist was undiminished, instantly piercing the hardest head of the giant tiger's body.

The tiger head composed of mixed soul power, qi and blood power, and a trace of divine power was instantly exploded.

Dai Mubai's whole person was knocked back to the ground at a faster speed than before.

With one punch, he directly knocked Dai Mubai, whose power surpassed Contra Douluo, out of the state of martial soul possession.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang when his body made contact with the ground of the playing field.

The ground of the arena that had just been repaired by the Wuhun Hall was once again reduced to a ruin.

The faint groan in the ruins could still prove that Dai Mubai was still alive, trying to struggle to get up.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that he has been defeated.

The Emperor Dou Academy was also defeated.

Xia Ling's punch shattered his martial soul true body and defeated his long-standing obsession.

Dai Mubai, who had regained his senses, was already in despair.

He tried all means, but after all, he couldn't defeat the person in front of him.

Xia Ling gasped, this punch was not as light as it seemed on the surface.

This is the pinnacle of the physical moves he can hit so far.

A powerful attack that condenses all the strength, qi, blood, and spirit.

A punch exploded a trace of Rakshasa divine power.

It also happened that the existence of this trace of divine power gave Dai Mubai some respite.

Otherwise, if the punch just went down, Dai Mubai would definitely die.

He didn't spare his hand at all for this blow, and he didn't dare to spare it.

If he doesn't finish down with a punch, he'll be in a state of extreme weakness for at least a minute.

The beastly Dai Mubai is pure and uncontrollable, he still has to focus on his own safety and can't take this risk.

"Referee, please announce the result of the game quickly."

Rarely, Xia Ling urged the cardinal.

It's not that he's in a hurry to win, it's mainly that he's in a hurry to renew Dai Mubai's life.

If you don't hurry up and treat him, this kid will finish the calf on the spot.

It doesn't matter if he finishes the calf, please go back to the Star Luo Empire and finish it, don't die at the scene of the game.

Spreading it like this would be detrimental to Wuhun Hall and his reputation.

What if you say that you were killed by mistake?

At that time, if Xingluo insisted that he killed their heir, the Martial Spirit Hall would be passive.

The cardinal, who was in shock, was also reacted by his reminder, and hurriedly announced.

"The Finals of the Elite Competition of the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy, Champion, Summer Spirit!"

At the same time as his words sounded, Xia Ling stopped Ning Fengzhi who wanted to make a move with his eyes, and then lit up his jade swan soul ring.

Now is not the time to expose the hole cards of the Seven Treasure Liuli Sect, everything is good for him.

He's a signboard and a decoy.

Crystal green light shrouded Dai Mubai's already skinny body.

A large number of injuries were repaired in an instant, and the wounds scabbed, peeled off, and recovered at a visible rate.

Even Dai Mubai's breath stabilized, and his face was a little more bloody.

If it weren't for Xia Ling's wave of forcibly pulling the blood line, Dai Mubai would definitely not have survived for five minutes.

His muscles and veins had all been broken, and the lack of a large amount of qi and blood had made him almost stop his cardiopulmonary function.

Even if a Contra-level healing soul master makes a move, it can only give him an extra month to live at most.

Unless there is a Nine Heart Begonia Soul Master above the Soul Saint who makes a move, he can barely save his life.

But Dai Mubai can't just die, he is still concerned with the plan of the Martial Spirit Hall in the future.

So Xia Ling helped him renew his life, and even the broken tendons and veins helped him connect a lot.

If he doesn't continue to fight fiercely, he will have no problem for at least ten years.

Why do you have to wait for this guy to take over the position of the White Tiger Emperor before dying, so that he can give full play to his greatest value.

"Okay, the paramedics come up and carry him down, I helped him connect the broken meridians. After going back, you must recuperate within half a year, replenish some heavenly and earthly treasures that are beneficial to qi and blood, if you fight or the soul power is violently shaken, the gods are difficult to save. ”

Xia Ling's image of a good person is very well interpreted, not only to help with treatment, but even to have follow-up medical advice.

Yu Xiaogang and the rest of the members of the Emperor Dou team walked onto the stage and carried Dai Mubai, who was in a coma, down.

After the members of the Emperor Fighting Team left the field, only the summer spirit who had been possessed by the martial soul was left in the arena.

He still had that trademark smile on his face.

There was no ecstasy, no roar, as if this championship was nothing to worry about him.

Pope Bibi Dong and many Titled Douluo all stood up and announced with the same smile.

"In the Continent-wide Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Competition, the final champion of this year is - Summer Spirit! Congratulations, you are the indispensable future of the Wuhun Palace, and it is also my pride. ”

A large number of spectators stood up and clapped their hands wildly.

Especially the members of the Wuhun team, as well as Old Jack, Erlang, Hou San and others, had a look on their faces.

The high-level officials of the Martial Spirit Hall in the VIP seats around them were also saying hello to Old Jack.

A sixty-fourth-level Soul Emperor who was only fourteen years old.

One person has penetrated the entire continent-wide high-level soul master elite competition, and it is an overall winning streak without defeat.

They undoubtedly witnessed the birth of a legend.

There is no one before, and there is basically no one to come.

However, as soon as these words came out, most of the soul masters were also stunned.

There's something in the Pope's words.

The indispensable future of the Wuhun Hall can still be understood, what does this mean by my pride?

Bibi Dong noticed the puzzled expressions of many soul masters in the stands, and threw a bombshell.

"Xia Ling, not only is he the most outstanding genius of our Martial Soul Palace, but he is also the current Holy Son of the Martial Soul Palace, my disciple, my successor, and the heir of the next Pope!"

"Wow!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone exploded.

Even ordinary people who don't know what to say understand understand the meaning of the last sentence.

This is the Pope of the Martial Spirit Hall announcing his only heir to the world.

In a few decades, when the young man in front of him advances to become a Titled Douluo, he will reach the peak of the power of the whole continent and dominate the soul masters of the world!

Offstage, Tang Hao had also appeared, and he was accompanying Tang San with Xiao Wu at this time.

Xiao Wu's eyes were shining, and she looked very excited.

Tang San smiled helplessly: "Xiao Wu, I lost the game, why are you still so happy?" ”

"Third brother, didn't you hear? Brother Ling, he is the Holy Son of the Martial Spirit Palace, the next Pope! In the future, let's follow Brother Ling, isn't that still fragrant and spicy? ”