Chapter 393 Please Defeat Me! Any Way

Xiao Feidie nodded.

Holding the Zhuge Divine Crossbow in his hand, he turned to face the mothers in the orphanage.
Look at the wooden chopping boards and stone slabs they are holding in their hands.

Slowly raise your left arm.

Everyone in the contestants held their breath.

Anyone could see that the little girl in the center of the square hadn't even awakened her martial spirit.

Swish!
In this quiet square.

Xiao Feidie raised her left arm into the sleeve.

Suddenly, there was a faint sound of breaking wind, and three arrows flew out.
In just a moment, it pierced the wooden chopping board.

Du-!
The sound of three arrows shot in unison.

The teachers and students from the participating colleges all had deep surprise in their eyes.
This kind of power.

It can already threaten ordinary soul masters!
There was no time for them to think.

Xiao Feidie immediately stomped her feet lightly, and a sharp blade flashing with cold light immediately extended from the tip of her boot.

The little feet were lifted lightly, creating sparks on the ground.

It makes a tooth-piercing sound.

Immediately after
The sharp blade suddenly flew out and stabbed the wooden chopping board.

It pierces much deeper than the silent sleeve arrow.

The picture in front of me.
The eyes of almost everyone in the formation began to become solemn.

My heartbeat started to speed up.

seem
What they just thought was ridiculous was about to become a reality before their eyes!
Bang-!
Innuendos were sparked in the hands of Little Flying Butterfly.

A purple poisonous mist spewed out, carrying with it thirty-six steel needles.

Flashing a creepy cold light.

When it hit the stone slab, all the steel needles were directly submerged in it.

"hiss--!"

In the participating team.

There were constant sounds of people gasping for air, and some young students were swallowing their saliva violently.

Such attack power.

There is no chance of survival below level 30!

They were not stupid and knew that the purple mist must contain poison.

It seems.

Even a soul master over level 30 with no poison resistance would be unlucky when encountering this kind of soul guide.

You will not get any good results.

"Everyone, the following weapons can kill the Soul Sect"

Qian Renjue's voice was calm.

Looking at them, there is still a smile on his face that makes people feel like spring breeze.

But the contestants couldn't laugh anymore.

Clang!
After Zhuge's magic crossbow was fired, sixteen arrows directly pierced the steel plate.

Penetrate more than an inch!
The faces of some of the contestants have even begun to turn slightly pale.

Although they are young elites.

But at most they are just Soul Sects, and most of them are still Soul Lords.

Just relying on Zhuge's magic crossbow.

If the quantity is large enough.

These so-called elites are all doomed to die!

Xiao Feidie bent down as she had done in the drill.

The tight-back crossbow was fired immediately.

Looking at the attack power of that thick crossbow arrow, the students have begun to feel numb.

The teachers in the college also felt the pressure.

Threat to the Soul King.
The Spirit Hall is really not joking with them!

The little flying butterfly had a wide corset tied around her waist and held the heaviest flying claw in her hand.

Keep your head up, your back straight, and shoot into the air!
Swish-!
All the people in the participating teams raised their heads and watched.

With fear in his eyes
Bang!
air.

The thick tree trunk that the two flying soul masters were carrying was directly pierced by the claws.

This kind of distance.

It’s already nearly thirty meters!

In their astonished eyes, Xiao Feidie lifted off the ground with the help of the flying claws.
Slowly flew towards the orphanage.

Everyone was silent.

"Everyone, this is the highest reward for this Soul Master Competition."

Qian Renjue's voice spread easily.

No one in the contestant group spoke.

All of them looked at the high and mighty Son of the Spirit Hall with curiosity.
Especially those from the Empire, Thunder Academy and other forces.

What they want to know most now is whether this thing can be mass-produced? !
If it can be mass-produced.

Let a child hold it in his hands and he can kill the Soul Master!
Horror!
Bibi Dong's eyes flickered.
She could see the expressions of the people below. This was the effect she needed.

Tell those sects, academies, and family forces what the consequences will be if they don’t surrender!

Those cat ladies dispersed
Qian Renjue's next words dispelled their doubts.

“In the next game.”

"The winning team, every student, and even the accompanying teachers, will receive a complete set of soul guides!"

"……………………"

"Hiss... is this true?!"

Some students in the contestants couldn't believe it and were whispering to each other.

The strong teams are getting ready to go.

But more of them frowned.
His face was solemn.

Spirit Hall seems to be able to mass-produce these weapons!

This is the most important message.
There may be some major turmoil in the world of soul masters, but it will soon disappear.

Ning Fengzhi looked at the Pope and the Son of God in front of him.

Once again, he felt fortunate for the choice made by the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.

"You can rest assured."

The scepter in Bibi Dong's hand fell to the ground, and her majestic voice resounded throughout the square.

"As long as you can defeat my Spirit Hall Saint."

"Even if I give you a hundred sets, what does it matter? We, the Spirit Hall, always keep our word."

"Hundred sets?!"

Bibi Dong's words once again caused an uproar.

The teachers and even students from the two empires and major colleges had shining eyes!
If we can break this weapon.
Just thinking about it is enough to make them excited!
Bibi Dong's voice fell.

Several large gilded chairs were placed in front of the door of the Pope's Palace.

At Bibi Dong's suggestion
She sat down in the middle.

On the left sat the elders, middle-aged and young people from the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect.

On the right sat the three Titled Douluo: Ghost, Chrysanthemum and Poison.

Qian Renjue hid his hands in his sleeves, looked straight ahead with his purple eyes, and took light steps.

Walk towards the center of the square below
Looking at the contestants who are eager to fight and ready to go.

Qian Renjue narrated:
"Everyone."

“Rewards are good, but they require real strength.”

"Next, please defeat me in any way you like."

Under the watchful eyes of the participating teams.

Qian Renjue stood in the center of the square in front of the Pope's Palace, looking at those elites
Yun Danfeng said:
"Whether it's a one-on-one fight or a group fight."

"Or one team, two teams, or even all of them."

"As long as you can defeat me, all participants will receive a reward."

Qian Renjue’s words fell.

The crowd is furious!
Soul masters who can participate in the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Competition.

Each of them is gifted and still has pride.

How could I be willing to be looked down upon like this?

"Damn... bastard!"

"Isn't this too much of a disrespect for us?"

"Yes. We will all go up. Let alone Soul Emperor, what can we do even if we are Soul Sage?!"

"The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, could it be that he is also a Soul Saint?!"

"Let him know that there is a price to pay for being arrogant!"

"..."

All the students were filled with indignation.

Some of those teachers were disdainful, while others were nervous.

Even if they didn't believe Qian Ren Jue could do it.

In the square array.
Only Liu Erlong firmly believed it.

His eyes were full of admiration, tenderness, and a little bit of reminiscence.

Qian Renjue in front of her couldn't help but remind her of the dream
A young man who loves to spar with others.

He took her to all the high-level colleges and fighting arenas that she remembered.

Just to enjoy the battle between soul masters!
A few moments
Those elites of the academy were unwilling to put aside their pride and form a group to fight.

I was filled with righteous indignation for a long time, but still couldn't go on stage.

"Everyone, are you afraid of failure?"

Qian Renjue's voice was calm.

But that nonchalant look made them furious.

Finally a middle-aged man appeared.

He shouted loudly: "We from the Exotic Beast Academy are willing to learn from Your Highness!"

　I wish you all a happy life!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)