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An arrogant voice came from behind the crowd. Everyone consciously made a path and looked at the person.

Jiang Shiyu was startled. So this was the person who beat her up into a bloody mess and threw her out of the city on her first day in town!

Hearing these words, someone disdainfully retorted, "Defeat him first before you speak in a pleasant tone. In the end, don't cry for your father or grandma."

The short one spat and stood up, then chuckled: "Fuck your Soul King realm, you're just a coward who plays tricks on others, if you have the ability then withdraw your protective shield to fight with grandpa!"

"You can't even break through Daolin's protective barrier, you still want to fight?!" Hehe. "Kid who doesn't know his place."

As for Daolin, he was in a black robe, so his expression couldn't be seen. However, he obviously wouldn't remove the shield.

The short one said, "This soul tool has less than an hour of soul power, it's useful." The short one looked at the sky and laughed, "Come out! I'll kill you! "

With a fierce expression, he punched Doreen once again. Finally, he twisted his body to the left, indicating that what the short man said was true. The shield was only a soul weapon and not his soul power.

The short guy smiled sinisterly, "Come on, kid, I'll let you have a taste of grandpa's fist."

Without the shield, Dowling dodged left and right to avoid the short man's attack. He was powerless to defend against the attack. He even rolled on the stage to dodge the attack.

With that roll, the black robe on her body fell down. Her long, shiny black hair fell down the back of her head and formed a tight suit around her waist. She was clearly a woman!

Everyone was dumbfounded, including the short one.

"If you aren't Daolin, then who are you?"

The woman snorted, her face filled with arrogance as she said, "Whoever stands up will be Dao Lin, what can you do about it?" Her voice was clear and melodious, it turned out to be that of a little girl.

The sturdy guy went on stage with a dark face, "They don't have any rights, so why are you impersonating them? "Where is the real Dowling?"

The little girl said, "I've put him down. If I can come, that doesn't mean I'm stronger than him."

The muscular man sneered. "But I don't think you can do it once you leave the shield."

The young lady stomped her foot and looked at the sturdy man angrily. "You …"

The short one interrupted her, "Forget it, I never hit women, I admit defeat!" He turned around and walked off the stage. The little girl was obviously infuriated by his attitude, so she chased after him, "You don't need to let me, I can't beat you, I admit defeat!"

Only then did the face of the little girl reveal itself. She was about fifteen or sixteen years old, had a pretty face and bright eyes. She was a very beautiful girl.

The people standing at the side of the stage smiled at the short man in an ambiguous manner, and their eyes conveyed a message that everyone understood: So that was how they admitted defeat.

The little girl glared at the group of people. "What are you looking at? Be careful that I don't dig out your eyes."

Someone teased, "Then come over here!"

The little girl was so angry that her cheeks turned red. She frowned and said, "Little White, dig out his eyes for me!"

A white figure jumped out and jumped onto the teasing face of the man. Before the man could see clearly, he disappeared again. My eyes! "

That person's eyes were only left with two bloody holes, bleeding out. The girl giggled and said, "I'll do what I said."

The man rubbed his eyes, and a sharp voice came from his throat, "I will kill you!" He didn't know how to determine the direction, so he ran straight in the direction of the young girl.

The young girl remained calm and collected. "Little White!"

The white figure aimed at the man's heart this time.

Before that person knew what had happened, a large hole had appeared in his chest. As his heart was taken away, that person heard the sound of someone inhaling. Just as he was about to ask what was going on, his body collapsed and forcefully smashed into the ground.

'Kacha kacha '- the sound of something being eaten.

A white cat was squatting at the girl's feet, holding a beating heart in its claws and swallowing it in one gulp. The sound was the sound of chewing.

After eating, the white cat licked its bloody claws, cleaned itself up, and mewled obediently at the little girl.

The little girl picked up the white cat, stroked its fur, and smiled. "Good job, Little White." He looked at the short man and asked, "What's your name?"

The short one cut, looked at the miserable one and prepared to leave.

Everyone thought that the short one would also be killed by that vicious girl. They never expected that the girl would not continue to pester her and would leave with the white cat in her arms.

After a while, the sturdy man walked out. He was still smiling, but there was a hint of stiffness in his tone. "We've invited someone else over to defend the arena. The competition will continue."

This time, the people guarding the arena were not very famous. It was clear that the organizers had pulled them here to make up the numbers. The number of people on the stage had already changed, and no one could last for an hour.

Jiang Shiyu saw that it was about time, and went up the stage.

When the people standing on the high platform saw that the person walking up was a thin and weak child, they laughed out loud, "Such a weak and fragile appearance, don't just give me a punch and kill him."

The audience burst into laughter.

That person had a muscular body, and his exposed muscles were bulging. When two Jiang Shiyu stood together, they were not as wide as that person.

The only weapon that Jiang Shiyu had was the sword that Cheng Yu had given her, and she pulled out her sword and stabbed it towards the man. The man had her hands clasped around her longsword. Jiang Shiyu poured her soul power into her, thinking that she could break through the man's grasp, but she didn't expect that she wouldn't move an inch. The man laughed wickedly: "I'm also a High Soul Master, how could a Middle Soul Master like you beat me?"

After saying that, he exerted all his strength, wanting to shatter the sword. Unexpectedly, the sword remained undamaged. That person could not believe his eyes, "This is a high grade soul tool!"

Jiang Shiyu was also shocked, this unremarkable sword was actually a soul tool! Taking advantage of that person's moment of relaxation, she stabbed out with her sword once again.

The man held onto the long sword, with his left hand that was dripping with blood, he pulled Jiang Shiyu in front of him and punched towards Jiang Shiyu's head with his right hand.

Jiang Shiyu released the sword in her hand, and turned to face the man. Unknowingly, a thought flashed through her mind, her finger was filled with soul force, and gently tapped on the back of the man's ear.

Before that person knew what had happened, he had already fainted on the ground.

Everyone was baffled as to why he fell down so easily.