Self-struggle starting from Douluo

Chapter 111 Attack
Not long after flying into the Sunset Forest, Qinghuan landed back to the ground, dispersed the wooden dragon, and waited.

A moment later, four figures really caught up with them. Seeing Qinghuan waiting leisurely, the four of them were stunned for a moment, but still surrounded him.

Qing Huan looked at them curiously. There were four Titled Douluo, two men and two women. They were all quite old. At least according to the spirit power level of a Titled Douluo, they all looked old.

The two male old men have a masculine aura, while the two female old men have a completely opposite aura.

Qing Huan seemed to be thinking about something, and said, "You four are from Xing Luo, right? Two Netherworld White Tigers? You think highly of me."

The old man in the lead said: "Young Master is so famous, and with the Spirit Hall being so popular, who would dare to underestimate him?"

Qing Huan asked with a smile: "Are you here to kill me or to arrest me? Just now in the town, your aura leaked out, implying murderous intent, but not pure... Or do you want to decide based on the situation?"

The four of them looked at each other and saw horror in each other's eyes.

The leading old man sighed: "As expected of the young master, he is so wise. If the young master is willing to go with us, that would be the best. We don't need to do anything."

Qing Huan said directly: "No! I don't want to go."

The old man sighed and said, "We are very familiar with the information about the young master. If we think of holding back, with the young master's methods of healing and restoring soul power, we will definitely lose in the end!

So once we take action, we will definitely intend to kill you...it would be such a pity if you died!"

Qing Huan asked curiously, "The highest of the four of you is only level 94, right? Even if you cast the Netherworld White Tiger, it's at most level 96 or 97. Even if there are two Netherworld White Tigers, they may not be able to kill me... Where do you get the confidence from?"

The old woman next to the leading old man sneered and said, "Although you are smart, you don't understand that the so-called battle cannot be concluded by brain analysis!

You are not good at fighting, and you don't like fighting by nature. The difference between having the will to fight and not having the will to fight, just based on these two points, you have already lost!"

Qing Huan was stunned: "I don't like fighting by nature? How did you come to this conclusion?"

The old woman said coldly: "Do I need to explain this? You have mastered such a powerful martial spirit and power, but you have few combat experiences. Is there any other reason besides that you don't like fighting?"

Qing Huan scratched his head, suddenly laughed, and said: "I don't like fighting? This is really a big joke..."

"No need to talk anymore, let's get started!" Someone became impatient and drank directly.

The other three looked at each other, released their martial spirits directly, joined hands in pairs, and performed the martial spirit fusion technique right from the start.

Two Netherworld white tigers appeared at the scene, roaring with terrifying momentum, and their huge claws slapped Qinghuan on the head.

Qinghuan simply spread out his hands, palms facing up, and raised them slightly. His body did not move, but the ground beneath his feet moved strangely, carrying Qinghuan away in an instant, creating some distance.

At the same time, dozens of thick logs emerged from the ground, covering a large area, forming a large cage, locking the two Netherworld White Tigers inside.

Qing Huan's voice was heard at this time, saying: "Passing on the ribbon stained with the blood of our ancestors to children of six or seven years old, inheriting the fighting spirit of our ancestors... Coming from such a nation, I don't like fighting?
When I see a straight branch on the road, I want to pick it up and use it as a sword... I don't like fighting?"

Qing Huan snorted coldly and waved his fingers slightly.

Countless wooden poles extended from the cage, like living pythons, entwining the two Netherworld White Tigers from all directions.

"Don't get entangled!" The old man roared.

It seems that Xingluo knows a lot about me.

The wooden prison would seal them off to prevent them from escaping, and by keeping them busy dealing with the situation, Qinghuan could then prepare his new skills with peace of mind.

The mark between his eyebrows was revealed, and Qinghuan gradually combined his spiritual soul and martial soul together.

In the past, he used his martial spirit to transform into a wooden fist and simply hit people with it, just like Qian Renxue was hit so many times by him but was not hurt at all.

Later, it was only by relying on the "True Thousand Hands" to transform into even bigger and more terrifying fists that Qian Renxue lost her ability to resist.

From that time on, Qing Huan realized that he only had the means to kill people, such as inserting tree branches into the opponent's body to grow, or piercing tree roots into the opponent's body to drain the essence, energy and blood, or directly cutting the opponent into pieces with flower petals... and other cruel methods.

It was just a simple sparring match, and he didn't have any efficient means of attack.

If you can't even control whether to kill or not, then that is totally inconsistent with the essence of spiritual practice!
Fortunately, he has found a way to make up for it.

Previously, he used the wooden dragon's claws to perform a "big palm". Although the effect was good, the power was not fully exerted.

For example, Yue Guan was hit by his palm, but he was not injured at all except for being a little embarrassed. Now there are two more experimental subjects, so there is no need to worry about accidentally killing the other party.

As the two Netherworld White Tigers dodged while spitting out energy balls and trying to destroy the cage with scratches and bites, Qing Huan raised one hand high: "It's not that I don't like fighting, I just don't like meaningless battles... The desire to fight is actually engraved in my bones, and it's always stirring!"

Snap it suddenly.

Inside the cage, a huge wooden hand followed Qing Huan's movements and slapped him hard...

"boom--"

Accompanied by two screams, the earth shook and dust filled the sky.

"The power of the 'Big Palm' performed through the martial spirit is greater than I imagined..."

Qing Huan put his hand down and murmured to himself, "Although the wooden hand is different from the human body, the integration of human strength can also be regarded as the integration of soul power within the martial soul... The principle is similar.

What about this? "

As he spoke, Qinghuan clenched his fist again and punched forward!
Inside the wooden dragon, a huge wooden fist rushed straight into the dust, and the ground shook violently again.

"Dead?" Qing Huan raised his eyebrows, spread out his five fingers, and slowly clenched his fist.

As he moved, countless huge wooden fists appeared in the cage and smashed down like raindrops at the moment Qinghuan punched out.

"Boom—boom—boom—"

After a moment, Qing Huan frowned and stopped moving. He looked at his fist and said to himself, "The essence of the 'big palm' is to integrate the whole body's strength into one. When applied to the martial spirit, it is equivalent to condensing the soul power into one...

I was stupid. Since we are united as one, how can we disperse our attacks?"

Putting down his fist, Qinghuan looked at the two figures rushing towards him.

The people who came were Dugu Bo and Yue Guan. After seeing the scene, they both stopped and swallowed.

A huge cage cordoned off an area, and as the dust settled, a huge deep pit was revealed inside the cage. At the bottom of the pit, four figures that were not human shapes were piled there like rags, and the soil beneath them was stained with sticky blood.

Dugu Bo stared at him for a long time and said, "I don't know him, but the aura of the Titled Douluo we just felt was correct... Qinghuan, are you okay?"

Qing Huan waved his hands and said, "It's okay, they are just four Titled Douluo."

Dugu Yan choked. What did he mean by "just four Title Douluo"? However, looking at the four bodies in the deep pit, and then looking at Qing Huan who was not covered with dust at all, he could not refute it.

Yue Guan sucked in a breath of cold air and said, "They are the royal worshippers of Xing Luo. I didn't expect them to be alive, but they are dead now."

Dugu Bo seemed to have thought of something. He rushed down the deep pit and started searching among the corpses regardless of the blood.

Qing Huan asked Yue Guan curiously, "How many offerings does the Xing Luo royal family have?"

Yue Guan thought for a moment and said, "According to the intelligence from the Spirit Hall, Xing Luo's worshippers are all paired up in pairs. There should be three pairs of such partners alive who can perform the Spirit Fusion Skill Netherworld White Tiger... but now there is only one pair left."

Qing Huan grinned and said, "With six Titled Douluo, plus the current emperor and empress, the Xing Luo royal family has eight Titled Douluo... What about Tian Dou? Could there be a Titled Douluo hiding there as well?"

Yue Guan shook his head and said, “Tian Dou is different. The royal family is declining. The reason why they can fight against Xing Luo is because of the major kingdoms… For example, I was born in the Boris Kingdom of the Tian Dou Empire. Although I am loyal to the Wuhun Hall and have no good feelings towards the Tian Dou royal family or even the King of Boris, if Xing Luo invades my hometown, I will have to take action.

There are many soul masters in a similar situation to me, including Old Poison. If Xing Luo invades the Fascist Kingdom, he will definitely take action. "

"I understand!" Qinghuan nodded.

Dugu Bo ran up excitedly and said, "As expected, there are nine soul bones in total, and four of them are more than ten thousand years old."

As he said this, he handed the soul bone to Qinghuan.

Qing Huan waved her hand and said, "You can keep it as a resource for the inner courtyard... If you and Yan Yan and Zhu Qing find something suitable, you can just absorb it directly."

Dugu Bo put away the soul bone with a smile on his face, and didn't bother to be polite with Qinghuan.

Qing Huan stepped on the wooden dragon head that emerged from the ground and said, "Okay, I should go back to forging iron."

(End of this chapter)