Douluo: What if I was reborn as Ning Rongrong?

Chapter 343 Terrifying combat power, and surprises!

"Don't be so arrogant!" The young man with a cockscomb haircut covered the wound on his broken arm.

If I hadn't run faster, the rapier would have hit my head instead of my arm.

"Damn it!"

This guy is definitely a Titled Douluo. If he wasn't a Titled Douluo, how could he beat them like this without using his martial spirit and spirit skills.

However, with such violent dodging, the opponent would not be able to sustain it for long.

There are still 49 people, and the balance of victory is still on their side.

Yes, the advantage is mine!
"I don't want to play with you guys anymore." Ning Rongrong glanced at them calmly, "I thought you guys could put some pressure on me, but it seems my expectations were a bit too high!"

What defeat CG.

How could such a thing happen?

Fighting here, I have the strength of my prime.

She is different from the dignified and elegant Miss Ning who is light, soft and easily pushed down outside.

"Come on, face me head on!" Ning Rongrong took a ten-meter step, leaving a few afterimages along the way, and then appeared in front of the cockscomb-headed Soul Douluo youth like a flash.

The young man with the cockscomb haircut was distracted by the pain of his broken arm and failed to react in time, and was about to die on the spot.

"Little girl, don't be too proud!" The scarred man jumped up and chopped down fiercely with the machete, leaving a deep groove on the ground and forcing Ning Rongrong to retreat.

Ning Rongrong stepped back and landed on the ground far away, brushing off the dust on her skirt.

"not bad."

"It's still difficult to kill a Contra-level warrior."

Ning Rongrong's expression did not change at all, she remained calm and composed. Such an attitude made the other soul masters participating in the challenge very angry.

The cooperation of the three Soul Douluo in the actual battle did cause Ning Rongrong a lot of trouble, which was much more difficult than facing a Titled Douluo alone.

There are many Soul Kings, Soul Emperors, and even Soul Saints working together around.

When fighting, Ning Rongrong not only has to pay attention to the target opponent, but also has to be wary of certain unknown means.

There are all kinds of strange martial spirits in Douluo Continent.

If you get caught by mistake, you won’t even have anywhere to cry.

"laugh--"

Ning Rongrong felt a sweet taste in her mouth.

Scarlet blood gushed out of his mouth.

She looked down with difficulty at the half blade protruding from her chest.

"When..." Ning Rong's face showed an incredible expression.

"Tsk tsk, what a pity!" A faint voice sounded from behind.

He was a man with messy hair who looked irritable and strong, and he was one of the three Contras who participated in the challenge.

"You did the same to Huishoutao before, right?" The man with the shaggy hair laughed, "God can spare no one, but you are finished, little girl."

"I clearly remember you..."

Before Ning Rongrong could finish, the man with the shaggy hair started to explain:
"I have never said that I am a defensive spirit master. My spirit is not a conch with strong defensive power, but a variant of the conch."

"It's called Mirage!"

"It can make people enter hallucinations without knowing it. This is my martial spirit."

"You are too careless, White Queen."

Two yellow, two purple and four black soul rings are attached to the mirage. The eight soul rings bring a great sense of oppression to people.
"You...you are so despicable!"

"Wow!" Blood spurted out of her mouth again. Ning Rongrong coughed several times in succession, and saw the yellow clay human body model that had turned into mud in the distance.

Did you trick her with that?

The old fox in the City of Slaughter should not be underestimated.

The man with the messy hair noticed Ning Rongrong's gaze into the distance and laughed:
"There is no order in the Killing City. The game begins when you enter the arena."

"My clone that you saw was actually created by illusion."

"I was hiding on the sidelines, waiting for an opportunity. Now I finally got my chance."

"White Queen, your era is over." The man with the shattered hair laughed wildly, as if he was excited about defeating a powerful enemy.
"hahahahahahahaha!"

laugh--

Suddenly, he felt dizzy and his will became dull.

"Yeah, it's over."

"Not my time, but your head."

Gululu's head rolled to the ground and jumped a few times on the mud.

The man with messy hair came to his senses and glared back angrily.

And there, the White Queen, whose chest was pierced by the blade, gradually disappeared, and finally turned into a little bit of light. As a Contra, even if the head was separated, he could still have a moment of consciousness with his powerful strength.

"You...you lied to me!"

Looking at the blood gushing from his neck, the White Queen standing behind him with cold eyes, and the rapier in her right hand that was still dripping with blood.

How could I not understand what was happening?

“When people are happiest, they are often the most relaxed.”

"You..." The head fell to the ground and could not utter a word. It made a few babbling sounds in its mouth and its consciousness fell into silence forever.

"call--"

Ning Rongrong took a deep breath, "You're playing an illusion in front of me, do you really think I didn't notice?"

Killing a Soul Douluo in public is still a little difficult for her now.

Especially with so many people around and eyeing them covetously, the difficulty increases exponentially.

But if you pay a little price and make the other party feel that victory is in sight, then many problems can be solved.

Because of this, one of his clones was abandoned.

Let him be killed by the opponent, and then take advantage of the enemy's relaxation to get rid of him.

Almost at the same time that the Shattered Hair Soul Douluo was killed, dozens of clones of the White Queen emerged from various distorted spaces.

And snipe the enemies in the challenge at an extremely fast speed.

In just a moment, dozens of soul masters were reduced to less than ten.

Two Soul Douluos, seven Soul Saints, and one Soul Emperor.

"What the hell is this?" The Cockscomb Soul Douluo with a broken arm was panicked and had a poor balance. He was slashed by the White Queen's clone, and the bloodstain on his back extended from the spine to the waist.

"Ahhh-"

The young man with a cockscomb haircut let out a shrill scream.

He struggled to kill the two oncoming clones of the White Queen. After being killed, the clones turned into a ball of red blood mist and disappeared without a trace.

The remaining soul masters gathered together, as if only by staying close to each other could they be safer.

The White Queen's clones did not attack again. They all returned to the side of Ning Rongrong, the main body, and lined up in several rows, like an army, extremely coordinated.

"Not bad, you were able to kill more than 30 of my clones."

Ning Rongrong commented with interest that the enemy attacked by herself would also be deprived of time. Although the efficiency might be slightly lower, the safety factor was high.

There is no need to swallow it directly, which saves some unnecessary trouble or complications.

"Damn it, are you kidding us?" The scarred man reacted and looked at the White Queen's slightly childish face with a vicious look.

You can’t win, absolutely no way to win. The opponent not only has illusions, but also has clones.

These clones appear to have weak defenses and may break at the slightest touch, but their attacks are able to destroy the true body of the martial spirit.

One or two of them might not be able to kill a Soul Saint, but if they all come together, even a Soul Saint will suffer.

Even the Cockscomb Soul Douluo next to him, although his strength decreased after his arm was broken, was almost killed just now.

Horrible, unimaginably horrible.

No wonder...

We have so many conveniences over there, it seems like they are using us as stepping stones!
"That's it. I'm tired of playing."

When Ning Rongrong's voice came, the scarred man's heart skipped a beat.

He didn't think the other party was joking, and he was afraid that the next attack would be the last.

hateful--

Looking down on him so much, even if he dies, he will bite off a piece of the White Queen's flesh.

Just when the scar man wanted to use all his strength to do something.

"Boom!"

A shocking loud noise caught everyone's attention.

"The palace of the King of Slaughter?"

The palace, the tallest building in the inner city, exploded in the middle and the ceiling completely disappeared.

Extremely powerful energy surged from the ruins of the palace, illuminating the sky.

The red light emitted a strong red aura and flew towards this side at an incredible speed.

At the same time, a hoarse voice with harsh sound waves sounded:

"Tang Chen, don't think you won."

"In the City of Slaughter, I am the real King of Slaughter!"

(End of this chapter)