Chapter 1936: First Victory! (Please Subscribe)_1
The battle began, and contestant number sixty-eight didn't rush to attack; instead, he suavely flicked his spear, forming several spear shadows in front of him. Clearly, he was showing off his control over the "spear" to pressure the opponent!
However, to Tang Wulin, this seemed quite ordinary, as he simply nonchalantly flicked his spear in response...
In terms of Mecha, his piloting skills might not be top-notch, but when it comes to the spear, he feared no one!
The face of the pilot in mech number sixty-eight darkened, "This guy, he's looking down on me like this!"
The very next second, he immediately maneuvered his Mecha, using its boosters, and charged like a flying arrow, thrusting straight at his opponent!
Tang Wulin's eyes gleamed with a purple hue as he easily saw through the opponent's intentions and swiftly gripped the joystick, shifting to the side...
Just like that, the two Mechas almost grazed by each other...
The opposing pilot was flabbergasted, incredulously saying, "What? He saw through my move so easily!!"
The corner of Tang Wulin's mouth curled slightly, "You try this move of mine!"
Thousand Men's Point!
It was a spearmanship technique that fused the long spear with advancing!
Using the boosters in the same way, gripping the long spear and rushing forward, but the speed was completely different!
The pupils of number sixty-eight narrowed, "Such a fast spear!"
Unable to dodge, he could only use his long spear to horizontally block in front of him...
With a "Bang!", the two collided, and his controlled Mecha was immediately pushed back several meters...
Tang Wulin had no intention of giving him a chance to catch his breath, "It's not over yet!"
The next second, once again controlling the Mecha to press forward, he launched multiple stabs at a speed difficult for the naked eye to follow, completely suppressing his opponent from all sides!
As for number sixty-eight, he was utterly panicked, "I'm thoroughly suppressed; if I keep following his rhythm, I'll surely lose!"
It was amidst this intense sense of urgency that Tang Wulin successfully found his opponent's defensive flaw and executed an upward thrust without hesitation!
"Boom!"
The entire Mecha was directly propelled into mid-air, falling into a state of suspension...
What followed for number sixty-eight was Tang Wulin's series of consecutive attacks and indefinite air suspension...
"Mighty Xiao Tang! Mighty Xiao Tang!!"
"What a formidable spear technique, the opponent is no match at all! It's practically bullying!"
"Fantastic, it was definitely worth spending all those federation coins to watch from the front row,"
"Tsk tsk tsk, sixty-eight really is miserable, just suspended in the air unable to land! If you didn't know better, you'd think we were watching a game!"
"Come on number sixty-eight! You weren't like this when you fought against me! Pull yourself together!"
"How on earth did I lose to this number sixty-eight before? Comparing him with Xiao Tang, he is pathetically weak!"
Finally, after sustaining several minutes of continuous hits in the air, Tang Wulin's controlled Mecha eventually landed...
While the opposing number sixty-eight crashed to the ground with a "thud", sparks sizzled all over his body...
The pilot inside, however, didn't show any intention of admitting defeat, desperately grasping the joystick, trying to make the Mecha stand up again...
But clearly, after enduring the attack for so long, every part of his Mecha had been pushed to the limit, no different from scrap!
After several futile attempts, he said with a look of despair, "I... I lost!"
To think he had just been displaying his "spear technique" to intimidate his opponent, and now, in hindsight, it was a colossal joke!
As if, a clown!
Seeing this, Tang Wulin sincerely consoled, "Don't be disheartened, your spearmanship is quite good, it's just that you met me!"
Though meant as consolation, that statement pierced his heart like a blade...
Immediately following, a cold mechanical voice rang out...
"Battle concluded, Xiao Tang is victorious! Successfully advancing to the top eight!"
Beyond the cheering audience below, there were other competitors seriously observing the duel!
Leading them, Gu Yue pursed her thin lips and said with admiration, "I didn't expect Wulin's mecha piloting skills to have improved to this extent. Even I am not absolutely sure of defeating him!"
However, if we really came to face each other, let's give it our all!
The other competitors' faces were much more somber...
"What terrifying spear skills, this Xiao Tang is definitely an obstacle to my championship!"
"Even though we're all contenders for the finals, contestant number 68 just now had no chance to fight back. If it were me facing him, wouldn't I..."
"We must think of how to deal with this guy. As for close-quarters combat, I'm afraid no one is his match!"
"I was quite confident about making the top three, but now it seems that this mecha competition is fraught with difficulties!"
After this, Tang Wulin was undoubtedly crowned with a highly valuable title!
Spear King!
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In another competition area!
Yue Zhengyu could be seen in the dormitory, sitting cross-legged on the bed, his body emitting intense soul power fluctuations...
Clearly, he had reached a bottleneck and was giving it his all in a dash!
However, judging by the cold sweat dripping from his forehead, the situation was far from delightful...
He roared inwardly, "It's so painful, I feel like my entire body is getting crushed!!"
Xu Xiaoyan, looking at him with a worried expression, clasped her hands together and prayed, "Zheng Yu, you must succeed!"
Given Yue Zhengyu's talent, his advancement to Soul Douluo should have been a breeze, but he had obviously become a bit too eager for success!
This had made the breakthrough extremely arduous and painful!
After staying in this stage for a good fifteen minutes, Yue Zhengyu finally clenched his teeth and coldly shouted, "A mere Soul Douluo bottleneck wants to trap me? Break!"
With the release of the Holy Angel Martial Soul unfolding behind him with a vast glow, he successfully broke through the bottleneck...
What followed was a surge of Soul Douluo level oppression that even made Xu Xiaoyan unconsciously take a few steps back...
Upon opening his eyes, Yue Zhengyu said with some excitement, "At last... I've broken through! I am now a true Soul Douluo!"
Feeling the abundant soul power within him and the strength that had increased several times over, he was even tempted to find someone to fight right away!
Xu Xiaoyan breathed a sigh of relief and sincerely congratulated him, "Congratulations on breaking through to Soul Douluo, Zheng Yu! But next time, please don't be so hasty!"
Yue Zhengyu touched his nose with some embarrassment, "Sorry, Xiao Yan, for worrying you!"
After a pause, he patted his chest and added, "I promise, I will cultivate earnestly from now on!"
Xu Xiaoyan nodded slightly, "Mm, I believe you. But... how many ten-thousand-year spirits do you plan to absorb next?"
Faced with this question, Yue Zhengyu seriously said, "Hundred-thousand-year spirit!"
Xu Xiaoyan's brows furrowed, "Zheng Yu, you just made a promise to me..."
But Yue Zhengyu was confident, "Xiao Yan, trust me, a hundred-thousand-year spirit is nothing to the current me!"
If it were him at the Soul Sage level worrying about his body's endurance, now, he was absolutely certain!
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