Oscar and Ma Hongjun have not come up with any way to deal with this situation. They have to choose to take turns to resist to delay time and see if they can come up with a solution before one of them is defeated.
The audience outside the field began to worry when they saw that the Mario team was always passively defensive. However, those who had placed bets were not so calm and stood up directly and began to cheer for the Mario team. p>
On the soul fighting stage, Oscar and Ma Hongjun were still there, passively defending. Oscar did not give up, and had been analyzing the attack patterns of Liu Xu and Liu Chen. He wanted to sum up a set of footwork to try to break the two people's attacks.
Attack, but unfortunately the effect is not very good.
After the two of them continued to alternate, Oscar also kept thinking about the solution during the break. Suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed through Oscar's mind, and Oscar seemed to have a glimmer of understanding.
Maybe the footwork does not depend on your own footsteps, but uses your own vision, hearing and senses to sense the opponent's attack trajectory as quickly as possible, and then use the fluctuations in the soul power released when the opponent attacks to avoid the opponent's attack.<
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After thinking about it, the solemn look on Oscar's face was instantly dispelled, replaced by a mysterious and confident smile.
Unfortunately, Oscar, who was deep in thought before, did not rotate on time, which resulted in Ma Hongjun constantly bearing attacks from the two men during this period. As a result, he was knocked away due to lack of soul power, and fell outside the soul fighting platform in a parabolic trajectory.
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Suddenly there was a sigh in the audience, and some spectators who had placed bets collapsed on the ground and kept cursing, covering their faces and crying. Flanders was also worried and sad in his heart, but it was not for the money, but for worry.
Will this battle cause irreversible damage to Ma Hongjun?
He knew that in this game... his defeat was certain. He just hoped that Oscar would not show off and end up like Ma Hongjun.
Seeing Ma Hongjun who was already out, Liu Xu and Liu Chen, who were sweating profusely, also stopped and said in a somewhat cold tone, "Your companion is already out. You alone are no match for us! Give up!" Oscar laughed for a moment, then raised his index finger and said provocatively, "You don't have much soul power anymore, so continue if you can!"
The faces of Liu Xu and Liu Chen turned livid in an instant. She wanted to pretend to show respect to her opponent, but now her current situation has been exposed as a strong one but a strong one.
The young Liu Chen instantly became a little embarrassed, and said to Liu Xu in a cold voice, "It seems that others don't appreciate it! It's better to just defeat him! I'm too lazy to waste words with him."
Liu Xu hummed, and his face became a little colder, and then the two launched a series of bee stings again. Oscar smiled slightly, and then made a fighting stance.
When the first attack of the serial bee sting was about to hit Oscar, Oscar directly used his eyes to roughly determine the direction of the attack, and his ears made an accurate judgment based on the sound of the object moving at high speed through the air.
The skin also began to feel the ripples of soul power around it, and then the body leaned back along with the offensive, avoiding the first attack, and then the second, third, and fourth attacks of the two...
There has been a failure.
The two of them were in a stalemate again. One minute, two minutes, and three minutes passed quickly. The two of them really couldn't hold on any longer.
Liu Xu and Liu Chen stopped, panting heavily, and their faces were a little pale. It was obvious that their soul power was about to be exhausted. Oscar's chest was also heaving.
Taking advantage of the fact that your illness is killing you, Oscar closes the distance with a single lunge and the three of them fight. Now Oscar's physical advantage begins to gradually come to light.
About two or three minutes later, Oscar knocked Liu Chen to the ground with an ordinary straight punch. Liu Xu knew that if he continued to fight, he would definitely lose. He took advantage of the moment when Liu Chen was knocked down and decisively distanced himself.
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At this time, Oscar showed a strange smile, and a purple light flashed behind him. He used his remaining soul power to create a sausage, and then quickly swallowed it.
Liu Xu understood instantly as soon as he saw it, and the next move would determine the outcome! If this blow did not defeat Oscar, then the only thing waiting for him would be failure.
Liu Xu did not hesitate. A yellow light flashed behind him and turned into a bee sting, hitting Oscar's vitals directly. Oscar did not panic and just fell to the ground, simply dodging Liu Xu's final blow.
Both of them were lying on the soul fighting stage, gasping for air. All the audience held their breath. Only Oscar climbed up from the ground with difficulty, walked staggeringly to Liu Xu's side, and hit Liu Xu with a left hook.
Stun.
Instantly, the audience in the auditorium began to cheer with their hands raised in the air.
Oscar stood on the Soul Fighting Stage and looked around, like a lion looking down on his territory. Hearing the cheers of the audience, Oscar showed a smile on his resolute face, sweat slipped from his upper eyelids, and Oscar suddenly felt like the world
It becomes hazy...
Early the next morning, a ray of sunlight shined directly on Oscar's face through the dormitory window. Oscar slowly opened his eyes, and with those charming peach blossom eyes, he began to look around.
Yesterday... it was really a thrilling battle. Oscar felt the changes in his body at this time and couldn't help laughing happily, but the muscles pulled when he laughed instantly transmitted the pain information to the brain. Before Oscar
The smile that lasted a second suddenly became a little distorted.
Oscar regained his composure again. Although yesterday's battle was extremely difficult, Oscar gained a lot. In terms of soul power, due to the previous use of a large amount of high-end soul beast meat, Oscar's soul power was improved and fell into a bottleneck. But through
In this high-intensity battle, the bottleneck that originally restricted Oscar's soul power growth was destroyed like a dam broken by a flood.
At this moment, Oscar has reached level 30, which makes Oscar sigh. It seems that his life trajectory in the original work is constantly changing. He is now like a butterfly that keeps flapping its wings. The future time may not be known.
Encountering a storm of your own creation.
On the other hand, the gain is the movement skills that I learned on the spot yesterday. Before Oscar, it was quite difficult to fight against the spirit masters of the agility attack system.
In the games he and Ma Hongjun lost, their opponents were both agility and attack type soul masters.
The agility attack system is like an ancient assassin, extremely fast and sudden, making it difficult for Oscar's self-created soul skills to exert their power.
Once you fight against an opponent with agility and attack, you can only fight hard and pray that the opponent's attack power is not strong enough, and Oscar can rely on the sausage attached to the soul ring and his own body to resist.
Now that Oscar has understood this set of footwork, it means that he will not be so passive when facing a spirit master of the agility attack system again in the future. Moreover, Oscar has not mastered the footwork for a long time, and there are still many areas that are not perfect.
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In the future, he will have to rely on a lot of battles to continue to improve. Oscar is not dissatisfied with this. After all, the Six-Pulse Soul Sword and the Soul Power Bullet took a lot of time to develop, and his footwork only relies on the skills gained in battle.
Comprehension and creation. The time spent on the two is completely disproportionate.
Just as Oscar was thinking, the door to the room suddenly opened, and a fat middle-aged man walked into Oscar's room carrying a bowl of white porridge.