Chapter 50: The Trickster in the Great Fighting Spirit Arena Part

"Strange Mage! Strange Mage!"

"One hundred consecutive wins!"

"Defeat him! I'm putting my entire fortune on the line!"

……

In Wuhun City, the great fighting spirit arena was bustling with people.

Everyone was looking at the figure on the ring.

Weird magician.

He appeared in the Great Fighting Spirit Arena three months ago, and fought nearly a hundred battles in those three months without losing a single battle.

Today is the 100th soul fight of the Weird Mage. If he wins, he can refresh his winning streak record and create history.

Luo Ling stood in the middle of the stands, his heart calm.

He has made history since his 50th winning streak, and every winning streak thereafter is new history.

During these three months, he has been fighting, and his opponents are all Soul Masters.

To him, these Soul Masters were easily destroyed with a wave of his hand, but the rules of the Great Soul Fighting Arena were such that he could only fight against those of the same level.

Although the opponents were not challenging, he did gain something.

His method of distraction control has reached the level of the Three Apertures Controlled Heart, and his control over his own martial soul and soul power has also reached a new height.

"Buy it and leave it! Can the Trickster achieve a hundred consecutive wins this time?"

There is someone in the stands who is the banker and opening the market.

"Why is there still someone acting as the banker? The Weird Mage has never lost a battle, so the banker can't make any money at all."

"What? Buying a Trickster with a 1 to 100 chance of winning? Is this guy crazy?"

"How could the Trickster lose?"

"Is your banker real? Are you sure you didn't get it wrong? The odds of losing should be 1 to 100, right?"

"My friend, you didn't write it wrong. The winning odds are 1 to 100." The dealer replied with a smile.

"Is this a trick?" someone suspected.

"How is that possible? I have already reported everything to the Great Fighting Spirit Arena!"

"Then I'll buy 10 gold soul coins!"

"I'll buy 10 gold soul coins too!"

"I'll take 5 gold soul coins!"

……

Many people can't sit still anymore.

Over the past three months, the power of the Weird Mage has been deeply rooted in people's hearts, and no one thinks that the Weird Mage will lose.

The way the dealer sets the odds is no different from giving away money.

Of course, there were a few people who noticed something was wrong and watched coldly.

At this moment, on the ring, the fight is about to begin.

A woman in a gorgeous dress stood in the center. She smiled and said loudly:
"Welcome to this battle of spirits that will soon be written into history!"

“I believe everyone has been looking forward to it for a long time.”

The woman smiled sweetly at the audience, causing cheers.

"On my left is the War Soul Master who has won 99 games in a row, Mr. Weird Mage!"

"Mr. Weird Mage, level 37 Soul Master, martial soul Crow Shadow Puppet."

The woman looked at Luo Ling beside her with eager eyes.

Luo Ling just nodded slightly and said nothing.

"On my right is Mr. Geng Hao, who came here specifically to snipe Mr. Weird Mage."

"At the request of the Master Weird, the opponent we chose for him is a Soul Master."

"Level 43, Spirit of the Wind Wolf!"

After the woman said this, the noisy audience was silent for a few seconds, and then broke out into even more fanatical voices.

"Is the Trickster finally going to start a cross-level battle?"

"I've said before that no one at the same level can match the Trickster. He should have joined the Soul Sect long ago!"

"Damn it! Soul Master vs Soul Sect? Can the Weird Mage win if he's one spirit ring short?"

"Damn it, how come someone is the banker and the odds of the magician winning are 1 to 100? I just bet my entire fortune on it!"...

Those who placed the bets just now were regretting their bets to death, and only the dealer had a profiteer's smile on his face.

"I admit that you are very strong, Trickster, but you shouldn't be so arrogant as to ask for a higher-level challenge!"

On the stage, the man named Geng Hao looked at Luo Ling with a sinister smile.

Within three months, the name of the Weird Mage became known to everyone in the Great Fighting Spirit Arena.

Many people were jealous of the Trickster, including him.

When he learned from the Great Fighting Spirit Arena that the Weird Mage was going to challenge a higher level opponent, he signed up without thinking.

"Today, I will end your winning streak!" Geng Hao excitedly activated his martial soul.

Yellow and purple are the standard soul ring configurations.

Luo Ling glanced at his opponent casually and said nothing.

The crow fell from his shoulder and transformed into his appearance.

Even Bai Yu from the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect is no match for him, let alone a self-taught Soul Sect?
However, he would not kill the opponent right away. After all, he was here to train himself, so at least he had to make the opponent use all his soul skills.

Seeing Luo Ling release his martial spirit, Geng Hao put away the smile on his face.

Although he felt that Luo Ling was not his opponent, there was no doubt that Luo Ling was very strong.

The weird wizard is not just talk, it is indeed very weird.

The fighting style is incredible. You can manipulate feathers and sickles, and even control the opponent unconsciously.

No one knows what the evil wizard's spirit ring looks like because it cannot be seen.

Until now, no one knows how the evil wizard controls others.

Moreover, every battle was fought by humans transformed from crows, and no one could ever touch the real body of the evil wizard.

At this moment, on the ring, Luo Ling had already taken the lead in launching an attack.

Crow feathers flew towards Geng Hao.

Geng Hao did not dare to be careless, and his first soul ring lit up.

Wind Blade is activated.

The light blue wind blade shot towards Yayu, the two collided in the air, and then disappeared at the same time.

Geng Hao was somewhat dissatisfied when he saw this. He was a Soul Sect, but his soul skills were unable to suppress a Soul Lord.

Luo Ling remained indifferent and continued to shoot crow feathers.

Geng Hao didn't know that Luo Ling had actually suppressed the power of Crow Feather, otherwise he could have defeated him with just Crow Feather.

"The second soul skill, possession by a demonic wolf!"

"Third soul skill, Demon Wolf Assault!"

Without suppressing Luo Ling, Geng Hao's face became a little gloomy, and he directly activated the second and third soul rings.

In an instant, the body possessed by the martial spirit became even more hideous.

He grew sharp claws and fangs, and was covered with wolf hair, turning into a werewolf.

The next second, the werewolf pounced out, like a shadow, leaving tiny cracks on the ground.

Geng Hao's target was not the Crow Shadow Puppet, but Luo Ling himself.

Luo Ling’s 99 fighting spirits revealed a lot. The Crow Shadow Puppet had no sense of pain and could not be injured. If he wanted to win, he could only attack the main body.

Many people were consumed to death by the Crow Shadow Puppet.

"Boy! Lose to me!" The werewolf showed a ferocious smile and appeared in front of Luo Ling in the blink of an eye.

Luo Ling remained motionless. In his eyes, the werewolf was like prey caught in a spider web.

In front of Luo Ling, countless dark threads had already formed a dragnet.

Just as the sharp claws were about to grab Luo Ling's face, Geng Hao was already imagining the scene of himself successfully ending his 100-game winning streak.

But the sharp claws stopped abruptly in front of Luo Ling.

The smile on the werewolf's face froze. He suddenly found himself tied up without realizing it.

Geng Hao was shocked and quickly released his soul power to struggle, but the next second a dense stream of crow feathers shot towards the werewolf's face.

Luo Ling reduced the power of the crow feathers to the minimum, and a large number of crow feathers swept the werewolf away like a storm and landed far away.

The werewolf fell to the ground, and although he didn't suffer much physical damage, he was still extremely insulted.

(End of this chapter)