Douluo: Dashu, starting to evolve from signing Xiaowu

"The next game will start in 5 minutes. Players please be ready to take the stage..."

There are no rules in the Hell Slaughtering Fields game. Once one game is over, as long as there are enough people, the next game will start immediately!

Following the cold voice of the referee, several figures stood up one after another around the ring...

In front of the ring, a burly man stood up and kicked the seat in front of him very arrogantly.

Picking up the machete on the seat, the man hugged his friend, leaned in and sucked his friend's neck crazily, causing the blond woman to smile shyly.

As a commodity that serves men, women are very good at pleasing men. She also knows that men must vent their inner repression before a duel in order to remain as calm as possible during the duel.

Therefore, the man's rough movements did not arouse her resistance.

After a long time, the man raised his head with satisfaction. Then, he raised the knife and cut her throat with a bang. Blood spurted out along her neck!The woman covered her neck with disbelief on her face...

She never imagined that she would be killed so easily by a man who thought he had complete control.

She once naively thought that she had conquered the man in front of her by means, but now she realized that she was just a dispensable plaything...

Lothar licked the blood on the blade, spat the bloody spit towards the body of the beautiful blonde on the ground, and said ferociously: "Don't think I don't know what you are thinking,"

"In the next life, keep your eyes brighter and don't stand on the wrong team again!"

"Hahaha...."

Accompanied by Lothar's violent and rough laughter, "papapapa"...several slight landing sounds were heard, and ten players entered the center of the ring one after another.

In this dark world, in this world full of blood and depravity, the journey of killing is about to begin again...

On the ring, Su Yao glanced at everyone, looking slightly surprised.

Among these ten players, including Lothar, who had just killed his friend, there were actually three players who were Soul Saint or above.

Although these people didn't know each other, it seemed that they came here after seeing their target.

The other five people's level is average, their soul power levels are average, and even their standing positions are average. They don't look like soul masters who are good at fighting at all, but more like a group of people giving away their lives...

"Start..." the referee shouted, and several people on the field quickly started to move.

In this kind of battle, the strongest person must be eliminated at the beginning so that everyone can have fun, and the strongest among the ten people is undoubtedly Lothar.

Five rays of sword light flew up one after another, aiming directly at Lothar...

Lothar laughed ferociously, held the knife in both hands, and took a deep breath...

"Cang," a heavy sound, the machete slashed straight down, instantly shattering the five sword lights...

After breaking through the opponent's combined attack with one move, Lothar's sword style did not stop there.

With no remaining strength left, Lothar raised his machete and performed a trick around the tall body. Then, with a clang, the sword flew up and cut the opponent in front of him into two pieces with his sword and body.

"So strong," several people exchanged glances and instantly felt like retreating.

However, as a king who has participated in many battles in the Hell Killing Fields, Lothar has long understood the principle of eradicating the roots. When he saw several people retreating, he was not prepared to let them have time to rest.

He stepped forward and slashed horizontally and vertically with his machete. After several rounds, all the five opponents who surrounded him were dead.

There are still two soul saints, one soul emperor, Su Yao and Lothar left in the arena.

"Bah." After spitting, Lothar glanced at the Soul Saints and Soul Emperors, with a fierce look in his eyes...

Those people looked suffocated and swallowed involuntarily. At this time, the hands holding the handle of the knife unconsciously tightened.

"Haha, you thought that putting a woman next to me would drive me away. This bastard Royce underestimated me too much!"

"Don't worry, the game is not over yet. I will play with you slowly. Next, I have to deal with this pretty boy first. I don't want to be taken advantage of by the pretty boy in the end..."

With that said, Lothar inserted the machete into the middle of the ring and looked at Su Yao frivolously.

Su Yao smiled slightly, not surprised at all...

The protagonist of this battle was Lothar in front of him at first glance, and Su Yao just happened to catch up with him.

Lothar was obviously extremely proficient in combat. He attacked the rabbit from the very beginning, boosting his momentum and defeating five opponents with weaker soul power levels in one fell swoop, forcing the remaining few to surrender...

In fact, Lothar was not sure that he could defeat all his opponents in a short period of time. He also knew very well that even if he could defeat the two Soul Saints and One Soul Emperor in front of him, he would have to pay a heavy price.

At that time, Su Yao might even get an advantage.

Therefore, he chose to deal with Su Yao first, and then use all his strength to deal with the remaining three people.

The three of them couldn't figure out the depth of Lothar. At this time, Lothar's target turned to Su Yao, and they were happy to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight...

"Look at the punch..." Lothar shouted loudly, and his right hand, which contained intense soul power, more than doubled in strength in an instant.

Before learning soul skills, the first thing a soul master learns is fighting. This close combat technique is not as magical as soul skills. To put it bluntly, it is just a boxing technique that condenses soul power into the hands.

The fist struck straight down, fiercely, and accurately hit Su Yao's shoulder.

And the next second, Lothar's expression became a little unnatural,

"Pop", this is the sound of a fist hitting the shoulder...

The sound was very soft, not like an attack, but like a chance meeting between friends, one person dusting off the other person's shoulders.

Of course, in fact, it is impossible to be so powerless. Therefore, when Lothar retracted his fist, the clothes on Su Yao's shoulders were torn.

The scraps of clothing are fluttering like butterflies, and there is no red or other abnormal color on the exposed skin.

This means that the powerful punch that just hit Su Yao on the shoulder didn't even leave a red mark...

"Such a strong defense..." Lothar's face changed drastically, and his mind moved. His soul power quickly condensed on his left foot, and then he stepped heavily on the ground.

"Wha..." A harsh sound sounded. The thick wolfskin boots shattered into threads without any accident under this step, and a strange gap appeared on the hard ground of the ring.

Such a strong force...

"Ho ho ho..." Several fists were thrown out one after another, falling on Su Yao one after another in no particular order.

Suddenly, Su Yao's severely damaged and torn clothes kept flying, and several clear fist marks appeared on his fair skin, but they failed to penetrate deeply.

"Have you beaten enough?" Apart from the continuous attacks that caused Su Yao's clothes to break into pieces, Su Yao's expression did not change at all.