Martial Soul: God-level Selection Instant Upgrade

"Continue, Zhang Lei, why did you retreat?" Qi Ling smiled, "I didn't defend on purpose, just wanted to experience your bloody handprint, why did you pat me lightly and then ran away?"

"Ah, shouldn't you have already made a move just now? Oh? No way?"

Looking at the angry expression on Qi Ling's face, coupled with his dismissive tone, even the dead will be brought back to life by his anger.

Zhang Lei didn't understand why the blood handprint didn't work when he hit him clearly, so he continued to attack Qi Ling.

"Blood fingerprint!"

This time, the situation remained the same, and Qi Ling said calmly, "Go on, you don't even have the strength to beat people, and you still say you're a gangster?"

"Damn it, I don't believe it, my bloody handprint can't be invalid!" Zhang Lei said, and slapped Qi Ling three more times.

"Blood handprint! Blood handprint! Blood handprint!" After three palms, Zhang Lei was exhausted. After all, blood handprint needs to consume a lot of soul power, which is already his limit.

But what made him desperate was that Qi Ling didn't seem to have changed at all, as if he hadn't hit Qi Ling just now, making Zhang Lei wonder if his bloody handprint was a pirated version.

In fact, Zhang Lei's bloody handprint is of course genuine, and Qi Ling is not unresponsive, but he is not injured, but his spirits are lifted.

Zhang Lei's bloody handprint, to his Blood Demon Emperor Wuhun, is like a tonic. When it hits him, it is absorbed by him in an instant, and instead replenishes his soul power.

What can hurt him is the power directly used by Zhang Lei, but for him who has practiced the Nine-Turn True Dragon Art, this is really the same as tickling.

"Have you finished the fight? It's been hard work. The blood handprint really deserves its reputation and is powerful!" Qi Ling looked at Zhang Lei in front of him and continued to say angrily.

"Well, it's powerful... even stronger than the old man in the bathhouse. It's really good for scrubbing! I think you should just change the name to Scrubbing Palm!"

Zhang Lei felt that he was about to spit out a mouthful of blood. He had never seen such a poisonous snake before.

"You, what kind of kung fu did you use? Why did my bloody fingerprints not work on you!" Zhang Lei asked unwillingly.

"It's very simple, I didn't do anything, it's just your bloody handprint, it's too low-level!" Qi Ling laughed.

"I'll let you see what it's like to really extract soul power! The first soul skill: Gorefiend Hundred Crack Claws!"

The shadow of the claw covered the space in front of Zhang Lei, making it impossible for him to avoid it, but when the shadow of the claw landed on him, he found that he had not been seriously injured.

But before Zhang Leisong took a breath, his expression changed immediately, because he noticed that every time he was attacked, a trace of soul power would be drawn out of his body!

Although the soul power drawn each time is not much, what I have to face is hundreds of attacks!Even Zao Wou-ki couldn't bear this kind of attack a few times, let alone him.

Coupled with the excessive use of blood handprints, the soul power is already in a state of being almost exhausted, and if it is drawn out, I am afraid that my life will be lost.

After hundreds of claw strikes, before halfway through, Zhang Lei rolled his eyes and fell to the ground. Even his cheeks seemed to be sunken, and he was almost squeezed dry.

At this moment, Zhang Lei just wants to say, I am really gone, not a single drop left!

Chapter 38, Bone Floss Palm

Once the move is settled, Qi Ling has already established the victory, but he doesn't want to end the game like this!There is no other reason, if it ends like this, it would be too cheap for Zhang Lei.

Although I don't know if it's because of Zhu Zhuqing's weak constitution, but she suffered a serious crime yesterday, and even now, she probably hasn't fully recovered.

Therefore, Qi Ling must make Zhang Lei pay the price, and more importantly, he must let Zhang Lei fight Zhu Zhuqing in the future, and he must first ensure that he will not escape.

So after Zhang Lei stood up tremblingly again, Qi Ling said with a smile: "You just hit me with five palms, as the saying goes, you don't reciprocate indecently, so I will also give you one palm."

As he said, Qi Ling stretched out his right hand, and his soul power was concentrated on it. The palm of his hand seemed to have no bones, and twisted like a snake, emitting bursts of strange breath.

"Martial Skill: Bone Transforming Palm!"

Hitting Zhang Lei with a volley in the air scared him half to death. He screamed and took a few steps back, but found that he didn't feel any pain on his body, not even the feeling of being hit.

But with the experience just now, Zhang Lei knew that the more casual the attack, the more deadly it was!

Sure enough, in the next second, Zhang Lei felt that his soul power could not be mobilized!All the power seems to be sealed in his body, even the martial soul can't be summoned!

"You, what did you do to me!" Zhang Lei said in horror. For a soul master, losing his martial soul is even more unacceptable than death!

"It's nothing, it's just temporarily sealing your martial soul! And look at your arm, is there a red line?" Qi Ling said.

Zhang Lei checked his arm and found a red line on his right arm.

"Ten days later, when this red line reaches your shoulder, you will die tragically." Qi Ling said, "If you don't believe me, you can try it."

"If you still want to live, just ten days later, fight with the person I designate! If you win, I will release you. If you lose... just blame your bad luck!"

After hearing Qi Ling's words, what people didn't expect was that Zhang Lei was so frightened that he passed out!

How arrogant he is when he threatens the lives of others, and how cowardly he is when he faces threats to his own life!Such is the ugliness of human nature.

No one expected that Zhang Lei, the undefeated demon in the Great Soul Arena, would lose so badly, almost completely powerless to fight back!

"This, this, Boss Qi is too strong, right? This is simply crushing!" Oscar, who was sitting in the audience, said in shock.

"It's also a matter of course. Qi Ling's martial soul completely suppressed Zhang Lei's martial soul, leaving no room for him to display it at all," Flender said.

"However, it is also true that he is very strong! And he is stronger than his level. Among the same level, it is impossible for anyone to be his opponent."

"Haha, Dean, you knew this would happen, so you bet all-in on the boss, right?" Oscar laughed.

Flender stroked his beard, and said with a proud look: "That's natural! Who would refuse a business that is sure to make money without losing money?"

After Qi Ling walked off the ring, Xiao Wu still gave him a warm hug, but to everyone's surprise, Zhu Zhuqing, who had always been unfazed by anyone, opened his mouth rarely.

"Congratulations, and... thank you." Zhu Zhuqing blushed a little, and instantly returned to his original state.

Everyone thought that Zhu Zhuqing thanked him because Qi Ling had avenged himself, but Qi Ling knew that she was thanking herself for leaving Zhang Lei to her and giving her a chance to avenge herself.