Chapter 87 Bibi Dong is silenced and enraged! Lu Ming suddenly appears?
Qian Renxue, disguised as Xue Qinghe, was naturally keeping a close eye on the developments of the competition.
The person who performed amazingly on the field even made her want to recruit him.
[Poison Fairy: It's Heavenly Dou City.]
[Little Witch: Could it be that handsome guy who never reveals his martial spirit and only relies on physical skills to take on seven opponents at once?]
Ning Rongrong obviously knew who it was.
[My cat is white and big: Does he barely use his soul power, always defeating his enemy with a single blow?]
Zhu Zhuqing's heart skipped a beat when she saw this description. This description...it's so similar to Lu Ming's usual fighting style!
However, Lu Ming hasn't participated in any competitions these past few days.
[Gentle Fire Dragon: I know who it is. That kid is definitely a freak.]
Liu Erlong also chimed in the group chat.
[Poison Fairy: Shock! You all noticed? I thought I was the only one with such a keen eye!]
Dugu Yan was somewhat surprised, not expecting that the people in this group were so well-informed, and that they all seemed to be near Tiandou City.
Watching this group of people speak in riddles, Bibi Dong, who was in Wuhun City, was completely confused and felt even more irritated.
As the Pope, she controls the world's affairs and hates this feeling of being out of control and unable to understand.
[Your Holiness: Riddler, get out of the chat group. Speak your mind! What kind of behavior is this, beating around the bush!]
[The most innocent fox: Teacher's right! Tell me quickly, who is it? Nana's so anxious!]
Hu Liena quickly came out to support her teacher.
[I Don't Have a Mother: Oh, Bibi Dong, getting anxious?]
Seeing Bibi Dong get the short end of the stick, Qian Renxue was in a great mood and immediately retorted sarcastically.
[Your Holiness: I'm not in a hurry. Take it or leave it. I'm too busy with state affairs to concern myself with your childish games.]
Bibi Dong tried to save face.
[I Don't Have a Mom: You're just getting impatient. I can practically smell your anxiety through the screen.]
[Your Holiness: Damn it! Are you out of your mind? I've put up with you for far too long!]
Bibi Dong usually acts superior, but after being repeatedly provoked by this "I don't have a mother" person in the group, even a clay figure has a temper and finally couldn't help but swear.
[System notification: Group member "His Holiness the Pope" posted inappropriate remarks, violating group rules. He/She has been muted for five minutes.]
A cold, red notification box popped up.
Wuhun City, Papal Palace.
"Smack!"
With a sharp crack, Bibi Dong slammed the precious jade cup in her hand to the ground, shattering it into pieces.
She stared intently at the red silencing sign, her chest heaving violently, her beautiful face flushed red with rage.
"You bastard!"
"How dare you silence me!"
"That 'I don't have a mother,' right..." Bibi Dong's eyes flashed with a dangerous glint as she gritted her teeth.
"Don't let me find you, or I'll tear your mouth apart!"
On the screen in my mind's eye, messages scrolled rapidly.
[Poison Fairy: Hahaha, this is hilarious! The Pope has lost his composure!]
[Little Witch: Is this what they call getting angry out of embarrassment? Usually so high and mighty, but now she can't even win a verbal argument.]
Ning Rongrong burst into laughter in her dormitory. She had been spoiled since she was in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and now seeing the Spirit Hall suffer a setback made her feel extremely happy.
[Snow Woman: Who exactly is that person you were talking about?]
The Snow Empress of the far north has no interest in the intricacies of the human world; she is only interested in the strong.
[I Don't Have a Mother: Lu Ming, captain of the Blue Tyrant team. This person is extremely strong. Although he is only a newcomer, his combat awareness and skills are simply unbelievable.]
His teammates were just too bad, they were all a burden, otherwise he would have had a chance to win the championship.
Even so, he alone could easily carry the entire Blue Tyrant team to the finals.
Zhu Zhuqing frowned slightly as she looked at the words on the screen.
[My cat is white and big: Lu Ming is indeed strong! But his teammates shouldn't be that bad either...]
She silently argued in her heart, feeling that both she and Ning Rongrong were top-notch talents, so how could they be considered a burden?
However, when she thought of Lu Ming's abnormal combat power, she had to admit that they were indeed a bit out of their depth compared to their captain.
The topic naturally shifted to the upcoming Soul Master Competition.
[Your Holiness: What Lu Ming? A nobody I've never even heard of. Any one of our Spirit Hall's Golden Generation could easily crush him. He's a frog in a well, getting all smug over his small achievements.]
As soon as the ban ended, Bibi Dong immediately jumped out to cause trouble.
[The most innocent fox: Teacher is right! That Lu Ming is only good at showing off in a rural place like Tian Dou.]
If he were to encounter my brother, he probably wouldn't even be able to withstand a single move. You people are all short-sighted and have long hair.
Hu Liena followed closely behind, cheering for her teacher.
[I Don't Have a Mother: Hu Liena, don't be so sure of yourself. With your meager charm skills, you probably wouldn't even have a chance to use them against him. In a one-on-one fight, you definitely can't beat him.]
[The most innocent fox: Haha! Hilarious! You think I'd lose to him? Wait until the finals, and I'll show you what real strength is!]
...
Blue Tyrant Academy, late at night.
Lu Ming's figure appeared out of thin air.
He stretched his neck, and the feeling of fullness in his body made him feel very comfortable.
"My soul power has broken through to level 65."
Lu Ming looked inward and saw six soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, and black—quietly pulsating within his body.
In the Douluo Continent, every ten levels of soul power constitute a step.
Those aged eleven to twenty are Soul Masters, those aged twenty-one to thirty are Great Soul Masters, those aged thirty-one to forty are Soul Venerables, and so on.
Level 65 is already at the level of a high-level Soul Emperor, making one a powerful figure wherever one goes.
Especially the sixth spirit ring he just acquired, which came from a 60,000-year-old Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear, contained terrifying power that gave his attack power a qualitative leap.
Lu Ming, who was in a great mood, looked around but was slightly taken aback.
The once somewhat messy bachelor dormitory has now become orderly.
The tables and chairs were wiped spotless, the floor was as shiny as a mirror, and a faint plant fragrance permeated the air—a kind of calming incense scent.
"Who tidied my room?"
Lu Ming felt a little strange, and the image of that hot-tempered woman who cared for him deeply came to mind.
"Could it be Teacher Erlong?"
Besides Liu Erlong, no one else had the key to this dormitory, and no one else would care about him so much.
After tossing and turning for most of the night, my stomach started to protest.
Lu Ming rubbed his rumbling stomach, walked out of the bedroom and into the living room, intending to find some food to fill his stomach.
The living room was dimly lit and warm.
On the sofa, a graceful figure was lying on her side.
The man was wearing a tight-fitting leather jacket that accentuated his breathtaking curves, and his fair and delicate skin shone with a porcelain-like luster under the light.
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