Chapter 51: The Trickster in the Great Fighting Spirit Arena Part

"Let me see your fourth soul skill." An indifferent voice came.

Geng Hao's face turned red with anger.

What does this mean? Are you looking down on people?
I am a Soul Master! How can a mere Soul Master like you take my place?
He stood up from the ground, raging with anger.

The fourth soul skill, blood rage frenzy is activated!

The next second, Geng Hao's entire body turned a rich blood red, and a strong smell of blood filled the entire fighting arena.

For the first time ever, Luo Ling showed a look of surprise.

He clearly felt that Geng Hao's physical strength had greatly improved and was still increasing.

The spiritual realm unfolded silently, and the red color representing Geng Hao's spirituality became more and more vigorous.

Geng Hao's aura also continued to rise along with the surging red.

He actually used anger to strengthen his own soul skills.

"It's quite interesting." Luo Ling chuckled and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Suddenly, the surging red was contained, the spiritual red slowly dissipated, and finally turned into a calm green.

Geng Hao stood there in a daze. The anger in his heart inexplicably disappeared, and the strength that had been strengthened was also fading.

"It's over." He heard a whisper.

The Crow Shadow Puppet not far away, waving a pitch-black sickle, appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye.

The sickle chopped down ruthlessly with a dark rhythm, and Geng Hao only had time to block it with his arms.

But an unimaginable force blasted him away, and he fell heavily under the ring.

After being strengthened by the magical herbs, the Crow Shadow Puppet's attributes far surpass those of soul masters of the same level, and are not inferior to ordinary soul kings.

A Soul Sect cannot stop it at all.

The fight ended without much thrill.

The audience around was quiet for a moment, and then became noisy again the next second.

"Is this really a Soul Sect? How come he is no different from the previous Soul Lord?"

"Exactly? This Soul Sect is too weak!"

"Is there something fishy going on?"

……

Papal Palace, meeting hall.

"Are you saying that Xiao Ling has been fighting in the Great Fighting Arena for the past few months?"

Bibi Dong frowned slightly as she listened to Ju Douluo's report.

"Yes, Lord Saint seems to be honing his fighting skills and has won 100 consecutive victories in the Great Fighting Spirit Arena."

Ju Douluo answered respectfully.

"100 consecutive wins?" Bibi Dong was surprised, then a smile appeared on her face, "As expected of Xiao Ling."

"Forget it, leave him alone. Go to the Great Fighting Spirit Arena and talk to the person in charge there to meet all of Xiao Ling's needs."

"I obey your command." Ju Douluo nodded and disappeared into the hall.

……

Time passed little by little, and three years went by in a flash.

In the fighting arena, Ning Rongrong and Hu Liena sat in the audience, looking at the arena with anticipation.

"Brother Xiao Ling, do you really want to fight seven soul masters alone?"

Hu Liena said with some concern.

"Don't worry, Brother Ling never does anything he is not sure of."

Ning Rongrong held her chin, full of anticipation.

"Huh, you speak as if you know little brother Xiao Ling very well!"

"Of course I understand. I have been training with him for three years!"

The two women were arguing with each other.

In three years, Ning Rongrong and Hu Liena have become friends and as close as sisters, but when it comes to Luo Ling, they are still at loggerheads.

While the two women were still chatting, Luo Ling was standing in the artificial passage.

He is now 13 years old, looks more mature than three years ago, and is nearly meters tall.

He is now a level 46 Soul Master.

The two ultimate martial souls made his training speed very slow. In addition, he had been fighting continuously in the Great Soul Fighting Arena for the past three years, so the increase in soul power was not fast.

When he was level 40, he absorbed two -year-old spirit rings, which increased his spirit power by four levels. In fact, the spirit power he actually cultivated only increased by five levels.

During these three years, the name of the strange wizard spread to every city on the mainland.

从一开始的单人斗魂百连胜，到1v2，1v3……一直到现在即将1v7。就像一个传奇，罗凌未尝一败。

Countless soul masters came here just to see what it was like.

"After the fight today, we should prepare to take revenge on Yu Xiaogang. Yu Xiaogang should be going to Shrek Academy soon." Luo Ling muttered to himself.

Just as Luo Ling was deep in thought, a staff member from the Great Fighting Spirit Arena came up.

"Mr. Weird Wizard, your fighting spirit is about to begin." The staff looked at Luo Ling with admiration.

People all admire the strong, and Luo Ling is a strong man.

"Who is my opponent?"

"According to your request, we have invited the Popularity Team, the Dragon Fighting Team, a Soul King and six high-level Soul Masters."

The staff handed over a document respectfully.

Luo Ling looked at the document in his hand.

Ye Feng, whose martial soul is Flame Dragon, is a level 52 strong attack soul king.

Tang Hongmei, martial soul Azure Ivy, level 47 control soul master.

Yue Feng, whose martial soul is the Mountain Giant Rhino, is a level 46 defense soul master.

Yang Ling, martial soul Fantasy Butterfly, level 46 auxiliary soul master.

Lin Yingcai, martial soul Purple Lightning Leopard, level 45 agility attack soul master.

Chen Hao, martial soul is the Soul-Breaking Sword, level 46 strong attack soul master.

Yunfu, martial soul Qingling Bird, level 45 agility attack soul master.

Two strong attacks, two sensitive attacks, one defense, one control, and one auxiliary.

It’s a very good team combination, and the martial spirits are not weak either.

Luo Ling nodded. He planned to try his best in the last battle, and his opponent had to be strong enough.

Now that he has released his martial soul fusion technique, his combat power is enough to reach the Soul Emperor level, and he is not just an ordinary Soul Emperor.

……

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Wuhun City Great Fighting Arena."

"I believe everyone is familiar with the two sides of today's fighting spirit!"

"Strange Mage, Martial Soul Crow Shadow Puppet, Level 46 Battle Soul Sect!"

"Mr. Weird Mage has created incredible miracles in the three years in the Great Fighting Spirit Arena!"

"From winning 1 consecutive battles alone, to 2v1, 3v, to today, I challenged an entire team by myself."

"Every battle of the Trickster is like a miracle!"

"On the other side, the ones who accepted the challenge from the Trickster were our Golden Fighting Soul Team and the Fighting Dragon Team in the Great Fighting Soul Arena!"

"They are an outstanding team, and their captain is a powerful Soul King!"

On the stage, the female host stood in the middle and introduced loudly.

"Strange Mage! Strange Mage!"

"Master Weird! I want to give birth to a monkey for you!"

"Get out of here, old witch! Look in the mirror and see what you look like!"

"You fucking say that again?"

……

The guests in the audience were going crazy.

Luo Ling walked slowly onto the stage, ignoring the cheers.

The Dragon Fighting Team also came up, consisting of four men and three women, all of whom looked pretty good.

"It is an honor to fight with you, Mr. Trickster."

A red-haired young man in the lead smiled at Luo Ling. He seemed to be the captain of the Fighting Spirit Team.

Luo Ling nodded slightly, but didn't say much.

"Mr. Weird Mage, can I see what you look like after the soul fight is over?"

Another woman with long hair also came up and stared at Luo Ling with burning eyes.

During his three years in the Soul Fighting Arena, Luo Ling had always used a top hat and dark power to hide his face, resulting in no one knowing his identity except some people in the Spirit Hall.

"Xiaoling, don't cause trouble for Mr. Weird Wizard!" The red-haired young man stopped the woman who was walking towards him.

The woman pouted but didn't say anything else.

Luo Ling watched this scene quietly, waiting for the battle of spirits to begin.

(End of this chapter)