Meng Li, a level 44 strong attack type fighter soul master, with a ferocious giant bear martial soul.
Silver fighting spirit.
The captain of the newly resurrected Fierce God Team has always been a person who admires the strong and fears the cruel, and the cruel are afraid of those who are not afraid of death.
The entire team's fighting style was consistent with him. Regardless of winning or losing, they would launch the most ferocious and desperate attacks. Even the stronger Silver Fighting Soul teams will be depressed in momentum once they face off.
If we fight their team, even if we win, it will be a futile victory, as many of our team members will be seriously injured or maimed. If we lose, we will die and may not even be able to keep our bodies intact.
It was precisely because of this fighting style that the Fierce God Team had won all of its last four matches except for two defeats at the start.
"You little bastard, I will make you regret coming to this world. Remember, the person who will kill you is named Meng Li, the future ferocious Douro God!"
Meng Li walked onto the stage with a bloodthirsty look in his eyes. As he walked, he clenched his hands into fists, making a constant crunching sound that made your teeth hurt.
He deliberately did not change his clothes and was still wearing the bloody clothes he wore in the previous fight. Before he even got close, a strong smell of blood wafted across Yu Xiaowei's nose.
Similar to the Heaven Dou Grand Fighting Arena, the audience in the main fighting arena here also sat in boxes and cheered for the players on the field through loudspeakers.
The moment Meng Li appeared on stage, thunderous cheers began to spread throughout the venue.
"You overestimated your own ability, smash him to pieces!!!"
"Meng Li, kill him!!!"
"Hahaha, someone else is here to die!!!"
Although some viewers didn't like the brutal style of Meng Li and her accomplices, there were still many fans whose hormones were aroused by the bloody scene.
Listening to the audience's cheers, Meng Li's aura became even more ferocious and arrogant.
Yu Tianheng in the box was sweating profusely, and he couldn't help squeezing Dugu Yan's small hand tighter.
The other Royal Fighting Team disciples also looked unhappy when they heard the one-sided cheers on the field.
They had just witnessed the bald guy on the other side slaughtering others in this place, and they asked themselves that even if they reached level 40, they probably wouldn't compare to this big guy.
How could Yu Xiaowei, the Soul Master, suddenly appear and confront him?
"You little bastard, how are you going to die? Torn apart by me? Or cut into pieces by me?"
Using words to attack opponents is Meng Li's favorite method on the field. Combined with his bloody aura, in most cases, there would always be one or two opponents whose fighting strength would be greatly reduced due to fear.
Yu Xiaowei looked at him as usual and sneered with disdain.
"Boring."
"What did you say?"
Meng Li frowned, slightly puzzled. Why wasn't this youngster in front of her afraid?
"I said, boring."
Yu Xiaowei said calmly, "I'm here to kill people, not to talk."
The tense atmosphere between the two made the referee on the sidelines feel uneasy, and he immediately announced in a loud voice.
"Fighting spirit begins."
Possessed by a ferocious giant bear, Meng Li's body instantly swelled, and thick black hair like steel needles instantly covered his entire body.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, the four soul rings lit up at the same time.
Meng Li's body swelled again, and a semicircular light shield appeared around her. He lowered his head, knelt on all fours, let out a strange howl, and charged towards Yu Xiaowei wildly like an armored vehicle.
This was his thousand-year soul skill, and also his only offensive soul skill, Bear Crashing into the Mountain.
A red halo spread out from his body, enveloping Yu Xiaowei. The feeling of being shackled made Yu Xiaowei frown.
Once the battle began, Meng Li unleashed all four of his soul skills.
Unlike other soul masters who are fond of releasing soul skills to dispel the opponent's movements, the members of the Evil God Team have always been like this. No matter how much soul power they consumed, they just wanted to defeat the opponent with strength.
There was once a battle where Meng Li was like this. As soon as the battle started, he destroyed one of his opponent's Soul Sects head-on.
Yu Tianheng, who was watching the battle, looked pale and kept muttering to himself.
"It's over, it's over. If anything happens to my uncle, Second Grandpa will go crazy, and Grandpa will tear down this battle arena!"
Dugu Yan also looked towards the arena with a worried look on his face, but he didn't think about whether Yu Luomian and Yu Yuanzhen would go crazy if something happened to Yu Xiaowei, but who would take care of his grandfather if something happened to Yu Xiaowei...
Unlike the worried Royal Fighting Team, the screams of the rest of the audience were even wilder. Everyone was looking forward to the scene where Yu Xiaowei was smashed to pieces by Meng Li.
Flames appeared, Godzilla's martial soul possessed Yu Xiaowei, his figure also grew taller, and the first and second soul rings ignited at the same time.
The power source combined with the demon god's body increased his strength by 200%.
The nuclear radiation field exploded synchronously, covering the entire place.
The blood-red halo emanating from Meng Li instantly exploded upon contact with the nuclear radiation field.
"Howl--Ah!"
After a long howl, Yu Xiaowei, who was freed from the sense of restraint, charged forward fiercely.
In an instant, Godzilla and the ferocious giant bear collided with each other. A powerful shockwave exploded from the point of collision between the two, and the ground in the entire main battle arena shook violently.
The battle arena, which had been very boisterous, suddenly became silent.
I don't know if everyone was shocked because of Yu Xiaowei's purple second soul ring, or because they were shocked that an ordinary Soul Master could actually compete with a Soul Master.
Yu Xiaowei and Meng Li, like two ancient beasts, fought fiercely.
Relying on his protective light shield, Meng Li had always fought fearlessly and never backed down.
However, today he was even more afraid as the fight progressed. The young boy in front of him, although his soul power was not as strong as hers, was actually just as powerful as hers.
Snap...
A crisp sound came from the light shield, and Meng Li's face suddenly changed. His protective light shield came from a five thousand year old armored bear. In his previous fighting spirit, the light shield often remained intact after the battle. Why was it only broken today after just a few attacks?
Yu Xiaowei continued to attack Meng Li with a stern face. The moment he swung another tail whip, Meng Li's protective light shield shattered.
Nuclear radiation instantly enveloped him.
The sudden dizziness and weakness made him pause in his striking. Yu Xiaowei took the opportunity to grab her head, swing her up, spin her around a few times, and then powerfully throw her into the sky.
Godzilla's physical skills and his super powerful throw.
Meng Li was not a flying soul expert, and when he was thrown into the sky, he was immediately at a loss for what to do.
Just as he fell, Yu Xiaowei squatted slightly, jumped high, and stomped hard on the fallen Meng Li.
The power of the jump is high, plus the momentum of the fall.
After a deafening explosion, the battle arena was smashed to pieces by Meng Li.
Yu Xiaowei stepped on his chest and looked at him expressionlessly.
A blue halo began to glow on Yu Xiaowei's tail fin, gradually spreading to his dorsal fin and neck, until both eyes were lit up.
Seeing that, Meng Li, who had most of her bones broken, begged while crying.
"Have mercy."
Ignoring her pleas for mercy, Yu Xiaowei opened his mouth mercilessly and a dazzling blue light exploded.
Glowing heat rays, also known as atomic breath, are Godzilla's most commonly used breath skill. They consume more soul power than incandescent lamps. At the same time, their temperature and destructive power are also several times higher. This is the memory that Yu Xiaowei awakened when he obtained the third soul ring.
By the way, this is the first time he has used this skill. The last time he fought against Feng Xiaotian, he was afraid that he would accidentally kill Feng Xiaotian, so he didn't dare to use it at all.
Meng Li mobilized his limited soul power to summon a protective light shield. After struggling to survive for a while, the shield shattered.
Under the extremely high temperature bombardment of the radiant heat rays, Meng Li's upper body turned into a pool of ashes in an instant.
The blue light stopped, and white smoke came out of Yu Xiaowei's mouth.
He leaned on his knees with both hands, breathing heavily, and broke away from the state of martial spirit possession.
After resting for a while, he stared at Meng Li's half-remaining body, then looked at his own hands, and muttered with a complicated expression.
"Is this what it feels like to kill someone?"
After a moment of silence, he suddenly laughed, raised his hands like a madman, and let out a long howl as if he was venting his anger.
The originally quiet main battle arena suddenly rumbled with thunderous cheers and shouts. After witnessing this rare battle, where a Soul Master surpassed the level to kill another Soul Master, all the spectators went crazy.
In the Royal Fighting Team box, Yu Tianheng and his companions bit their lips and looked at Yu Xiaowei, who was the center of attention on the field, and a feeling of helplessness spontaneously arose.
They finally understood why Chief Meng Shenji insisted on bringing Yu Xiaowei.
They were all Soul Masters, but why was this boy, who was a few years younger than them, so powerful! ! !