Divine Selection System: Make Choices, Be Stronger

On the challenge arena.

Boom!

A huge hammer fell, and a headless body fell to the ground and lay on the ground full of blood.

Ye can, whose breath is slightly disordered, suddenly raises his head. His eyes are congested. He doesn't know how many soldiers he killed.

All he knew was that the hammer in his hand was gradually stained red with blood.

"How many days is this?" a soldier was already stunned and looked stunned.

You know, after the ninetieth game of hell field, the strength of both soldiers in each game is almost the same. It is obvious that ye can has suffered a serious decline in physical strength.

"... if you're right, is scene 99?"

"Is a new God of killing born? I was lucky to see soldiers complete 99 duels in the capital of killing... It's so lucky."

The soldiers under the stage are talking carefully. Their hearts are pounding. They are waiting for ye can to complete the final winning streak at any time, and then keep cheering.

Just this time.

The old man in gray walked slowly to the challenge arena. His eyes were full of hot light.

He is the host and commentator of the prison killing scene. He has never seen such a bold and forthright soldier here for about 15 years.

I don't know how many soldiers' heads were smashed by this hammer dyed red with blood.

The old man whispered, "hammer warrior, there is still a duel before you finish the legendary 100 winning streak. Considering the physical and energy consumption of your previous duels, our killing ground can provide you with special services."

"Er." Ye can was stunned and asked, "is the service serious?"

The old man smiled, "you're kidding. Our killing ground is a place of will. If you want anything, you must pay the corresponding price."

"Hey, old man, do you understand the rules?"

"Any killing soldier is not allowed to get outside support. You are not afraid of the rules and prefer the hammer. Are you a little anxious to kneel and lick the future killing God?"

Several soldiers close to the challenge arena stood up and accused in a low voice.

The old man looked back with a gloomy smile and a low voice, "hell field can provide any service, provided that you must pay the corresponding price. This rule is normal if you don't know."

"What? We don't know? You're afraid you're making up this broken rule."

"Now that the folded Dharma practitioner is present, how dare you take care of it..."

“……”

The noise spread all over the corner in an instant.

The law enforcers scattered all over the hell field look sad. The capital of killing belongs to their jurisdiction, but even the king of heaven must abide by the special rules here.

Blood rose stood at the top of hell with a black face. She was just about to stop it.

The bloody hand took the lead in yelling at the people, "this is not your wild place. If you don't want to see it, get out."

That worked, and the noise was calmed down in an instant.

However, there was a trace of disgust in the beautiful eyes of the blood rose, and then he recovered his former softness and said coldly: "even the magic eye dare not be so arrogant. You are so powerful here, Lord bloody hand!?"

The bloody hand immediately recognized the meaning of these words and immediately knelt on the ground and said humbly, "Sir, I have no intention to offend you."

"I hate it when someone plays with authority and looks like a poor person who is successful. Those who look after you will die if ye can does anything today."

"My subordinates understand."

On the challenge arena.

Ye can's breathing rate gradually calmed down, and the eyes of the old man standing beside him were mixed with other complex expressions.

"What do you mean? What is the cost of switching state recovery?"

The old man nodded and replied, "it's your martial spirit!"

what? Wu soul?

"Hell field provides all possibilities. As long as the cost you pay is high enough, the exchanged things will be more important; at this time, the price of restoring the state is that the martial spirit in your body is deprived."

Ye can heard from the Shigong office that there are two very extreme situations: depriving the martial soul and breaking the martial soul.

Among them, the rupture of martial soul is that the soul master has changed when cultivating his martial soul, resulting in the body being unable to bear the power from the martial soul, so that his body is burst.

As for depriving Wu soul, Shigong only said that he had seen the evil soul master once.

"It's too bad!" Ye can murmured, "the general soul master has only one martial soul. Isn't it like ordinary people to be deprived of martial soul in the hell killing field? Or it's not as good as ordinary people."

"That's in other parts of Douluo mainland." the old man seems to have expected ye can's reaction, and his speech speed is still slow. "Here, except that some people can use martial spirit and soul skills, most others, as you can see, are limited by rules. Martial spirit is useless to them."

"But I..." Ye can wants to say that labor and capital are not staying here all their life. They are ready to leave these days.

The old man looked at ye can with expectation and continued to bewitch, "when you win a hundred games in a row, you will get enough reward to be happy all your life."

Ye can shook his head. "It's really tempting for a warrior to become a murderous God to exchange a martial soul for a chance to recover. But you chose the wrong person. I may not use you."

The old man said reluctantly, "if you finish another duel, you will be the new God of killing in the capital of killing! With your current strength, you can't defeat your next opponents! Instead of dying in the challenge arena of hell's killing field, you'd better exchange your martial spirit for a chance to survive. Then you can be saved."

"Old man, you've been here for so many years. I'm afraid you've cheated a lot of people." Ye can wiped the blood on the hammer grip and replied carelessly, "it's a pity that your sales obviously haven't done my back tune."

"What do you mean?" the old man asked with a frown.

"I came to kill you just to make you turn the world upside down. As for the title of shit killing God, labor and capital are not rare."

"What? You..." the old man stared and trembled with anger.