30: Fighting Hu Yanmeng
After the first soul fighting match, since only one match can be played per day, Yang Xiong returned to the hotel alone to review the details of the battle. Yang
Xiong was a little nervous at the beginning of this soul fighting match, but all these years of training were not in vain, and the countless resources invested in him were not in vain. Although he did not use soul skills, he should be the strongest among the great soul masters in terms of strength, speed, flexibility, etc., so he didn't know if there was any difference compared with those real top-grade martial spirits.
And there are not many opportunities to encounter such top-level martial spirits in the soul fighting field. After all, there are not many core descendants of the real sect walking outside.
The next day, Yang Xiong meditated alone in the hotel during the day, and continued to compete in the soul fighting field at night.
When Yang Xiong competed again, this opponent was taller than the opponent yesterday. It seemed that his height had reached 2.2 meters, like a huge fat man. It seemed that he weighed at least 400 kilograms. His upper body was still mostly naked, and he wore a pair of trousers on his lower body. He looked extremely sturdy.
Compared with him, Yang Xiong, who was 1.7 meters tall, looked relatively small.
Yang Xiong couldn't help but complain: Are there many people in Douluo Continent who are exhibitionists? Don't they like to wear combat uniforms to show off their muscles?
However, when the host mentioned the other party's martial spirit, Yang Xiong was also surprised, because this person's spirit power was level 28, and his martial spirit was diamond mammoth.
Yang Xiong was also shocked. Diamond mammoth is the inherited martial spirit of the Elephant Armor Sect, one of the four lower sects. It is known as the world's number one defensive martial spirit. It is definitely a very powerful martial spirit, probably much stronger than the contestant yesterday.
And surprisingly, this person did not use a nickname on the ring, but directly used his name Hu Yanmeng, and the level 28 Hu Yanmeng actually achieved a record of nine wins and one loss, which is very good.
After walking onto the ring, Hu Yanmeng saw Yang Xiong's figure and record and showed disdain on his face: "Little friend, you should go back quickly. This kind of ring competition is not for a child like you to participate."
Yang Xiong smiled slightly: "You are just a little older, I want to see what you are capable of."
Hu Yanmeng's face suddenly darkened: "Since you like to brag, I will crush your bones and let you know the real cruelty of fighting spirits."
Yang Xiong smiled but said nothing. He really didn't want to pay too much attention to this kind of strong-mouthed king. It seems that everyone in the Elephant Armor Sect has this kind of arrogant virtue.
However, when the real competition started, Yang Xiong found that this guy was not just tough in words, but really tough in body.
During the preparation time of the fighting spirit competition, both sides summoned martial spirits and spirit rings. Hu Yanmeng also had two yellow spirit rings, but after the huge diamond mammoth possessed him, his whole body seemed to become stronger, at least in terms of momentum, he was much stronger than the wild bull player yesterday.
After the host announced the start of the match, Hu Yanmeng rushed towards Yang Xiong like a wild bull, and punched him directly, which looked extremely simple and rough.
Yang Xiong also punched back, but after the fists of both sides collided, they both took a step back at the same time, and even Yang Xiong was surprised. You know, he had used 60% of his strength in the punch just now, but the two sides could only end up in a tie.
Especially Hu Yanmeng's fist was extremely hard, Yang Xiong felt that his punch was like hitting granite.
Hu Yanmeng was also a little surprised: "Boy, you are quite strong, let me see how your fist can break my defense."
Hu Yanmeng was extremely fast, and his huge body was extremely flexible, and his punches and kicks were full of power. Yang Xiong was not to be outdone. He suppressed Hu Yanmeng in both strength and speed. He punched Hu Yanmeng several times in a row and even kicked him hard on the left shoulder.
But Hu Yanmeng was not affected at all. His whole body was as hard as iron. Even Yang Xiong's continuous attacks were easily blocked by him.
After fighting for three minutes, Hu Yanmeng laughed wildly: "Boy, your strength is not bad, but it's a pity that you can't break my defense. If you only have this little strength, you can't beat me."
Hu Yanmeng's second soul ring flashed, and his originally majestic body expanded again. Obviously, his strength was much stronger than before. It was his second soul skill: fierce horse strength.
Yang Xiong still fought with 60% of his strength. With just one blow, he felt a huge force coming from his body. The whole person actually retreated two meters, but Hu Yanmeng did not move at all.
At this moment, Yang Xiong couldn't help but smile: "This is interesting, otherwise this fighting spirit would be meaningless."
When Hu Yanmeng attacked again, Yang Xiong's speed was much faster than before. He blocked Hu Yanmeng's attack with a knife. His hands suddenly changed at this moment. His five fingers were like claws, quickly grabbing Hu Yanmeng's arm. Hu
Yanmeng's defense was indeed strong. Even if Yang Xiong only used 60% of his strength, it was already enough to defeat yesterday's opponent. There were only five faint blood marks on Hu Yanmeng's hand.
But before Hu Yanmeng could react, Yang Xiong swept his right leg and hit the joint of Hu Yanmeng's left leg directly. Hu Yanmeng's whole body was in pain, and his body was a little unstable at this moment.
Yang Xiong seized the opportunity at this moment, and his hands grabbed Hu Yanmeng's shoulders like claws, and at the same time, he hit Hu Yanmeng's head with an elbow. Finally, he kicked up with his right foot and kicked Hu Yanmeng seven or eight meters away.
Hu Yanmeng was attacked by Yang Xiong continuously. He looked very bad. There were five blood holes on his shoulder. The corner of his eye was bleeding. It seemed that even the head of the Elephant Armor Sect was relatively weak.
Yang Xiong did not pursue the victory. He just wanted to hone himself through fighting. The victory or defeat was not the most important thing.
Hu Yanmeng was very strong. He quickly got up from the ground and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Good boy, I have played so many fighting spirit games and this is the first time I was injured. It seems that I have to show some real strength."
Yang Xiong moved his hands and feet: "I hope your strength is a little stronger than your mouth, otherwise you can't beat me."
The first soul ring on Hu Yanmeng's body flashed, and a layer of earth-yellow energy seemed to cover his originally majestic body, like a shield. This was his first soul skill: Mammoth Control.
Yang Xiong was also a little surprised: "It's not a pure defensive skill, but a physical defense amplification spirit skill, which is rare."
"But I am surprised, with your strength and physical fitness, especially the strong defense plus the two rare amplification spirit skills, there should be no rivals among the great spirit masters, how did you lose that battle?"