Chapter 380: Influence of the Demon Soul Tournament
On the more than 100-inch projection, there is a three-meter-long Raging Sanhao sheep with golden horns, blue hair, and red eyes. Its thick hind hooves are constantly tapping the ground, making a clicking sound.
In front of it, a carapace snail carrying a two-meter-high rock shell curled up in the rock shell, and the demonic energy condensed on the body surface to form a thin layer of rock.
"Dear viewers in front of the TV, this is the scene of Chenghai's second demon soul competition knockout tournament."
"After a fierce battle, the situation on the field gradually became clear. Faced with several violent collisions by the Furious Sanhao Sheep under the command of Yuzhenxuan Club's Shanyue Player, the Shell Snail commanded by Wuming Club's Zuo Yuan player has inevitably fallen into a defensive posture.
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"Unexpectedly, with the three-city demon soul competition attracting many top players, Yu Zhenxuan Club's mountain players were like a dark horse, overturning many first-class players and advancing to the final round of the knockout round."
The host, wearing imitation armor and holding a microphone, stood on a platform three hundred meters away from the competition venue and shouted excitedly.
As the host explained, the packed arena erupted into earth-shaking roars.
"Yu Zhenxuan!" "Shanyue! Charge!" "Just hit him like this!"
There were roars like landslides and tsunamis in the stands around the Terracotta Warriors Arena. The hundreds of thousands of spectators were blushing and couldn't help but stand up and wave their arms vigorously.
His red eyes were bloodshot, and the veins in his neck were bulging. He stepped on the backrest in front of him and waved the flag of the Yuzhenxuan Club with all his strength.
Tens of thousands of people screamed at the top of their lungs, and their roars were like waves hitting the two contestants in the center of the competition field.
The rock-built viewing platform could not help but tremble under the shouts of tens of thousands of people. The overflowing drinks in the cups rippled and splashed onto the dry ground under the impact of the sound waves.
Countless strong men wearing short sleeves and strong bodies waved their thick arms and hit the air heavily. Their ferocious red faces became excited under the close-up lens.
His chest was panting rapidly, and his lungs, which were extremely deprived of oxygen, roared out loudly, finally converging into a short slogan.
"attack!"
"attack!"
Faced with the roar of Yuzhenxuan Club supporters like waves, the supporters of the Unnamed Club were not to be outdone, with dark gray flags several meters long billowing in the sea of people.
Nearly 40,000 people clenched their fists, roaring and demonstrating towards the opposite side like predatory beasts, and the dull animal skin drums erupted with a roaring and rapid sound.
"Defend!"
"Defend!"
Supporters of the two clubs in the arena glared at each other, and waves of cheering chants poured into the arena.
"The shouts of tens of thousands of people, the thunderous roar! This is the charm of the Demon Soul Competition!"
"The two clubs have played against each other thirteen times in the past three months. Among them, Yuzhenxuan Club has seven wins and six losses, leading the Wuming Club by one win!"
Under the crazy atmosphere in the venue, the host who was sitting at the scene subconsciously stood up and clenched the microphone in his hand tightly, his fingertips turned pale.
"Ho! Go up! Mountain, kill these nameless people!"
On the light rail, in shopping malls, and in the living rooms of every house, all the leisurely citizens are focusing on this elimination match.
Roaring and noisy sounds filled the entire urban area of Chenghai City.
"That's it, if we kill him, how can our Yuzhenxuan Club be tied by them?"
Ge Qing blushed and grabbed the flag with the Yuzhenxuan pattern printed on it next to the table, and waved his arms quickly, making a rustling sound.
"I didn't expect that the spirit competition would become so popular."
Listening to the roaring and roaring sounds coming from the screen, Lin Mo felt a little hot in his heart.
"Who says it's not the case? Your Uncle Ge always liked watching martial arts and basketball before, but after this demonic martial arts competition, those original games have long been forgotten."
"Now he is still... the leader of the Yuzhenxuan Club fan club."
"But let's not talk about him. Even I, who usually don't like these things, are a little obsessed with them now."
Mother Lin brewed new tea and poured it for Lin Mo. She had been watching the game with all her attention on Lin Mo.
After observing carefully for a long time and discovering that Lin Mo was not injured at all, Mother Lin secretly breathed a sigh of relief without Lin Mo noticing. There was a hint of heartache in her eyes, but she regained her composure after a moment.
Retrospecting spiritual power and the changes in the world let Mother Lin know that the world now is completely different from before.
Whenever she walked to the street, the citizens passing by would greet her with a smile, and the vendors on the roadside would occasionally put their own products into her hands.
It's not because of her wealth or Yu Zhenxuan's status, but because of her heartfelt gratitude for cultivating Lin Mo, Chenghai's pride.
Looking at the video of Lin Mo's battle displayed on the screens of shopping malls in Chenghai City, she felt both proud and a little heartbroken.
In her heart, she only hoped that Lin Mo would be safe, but she also understood that now her son was no longer the young boy trying to blend in society, but had become the spiritual pillar of Chenghai City and even Dongyu Province.
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Mother Lin looked at Lin Mo's now calm and calm face, feeling extremely happy and proud in her heart.
Of course, Lin Mo didn't know the myriad thoughts in Mother Lin's mind. At this time, his thoughts were all focused on the obscure fluctuations in the sea of consciousness.
The spiritual energy that he quietly placed on the monster finally stopped in one place after several hours of movement.
"Has that little demon arrived at their lair?"
Lin Mo frowned, and doubts arose in his heart. Based on the behavior of the mountain bull demon before, they obviously knew about the contract signed by Chenghai and those demon souls.
With their plan to ambush the train, Lin Mo didn't believe at all that they would choose a place so close to their stronghold.
"The Raging Waves Three Hao Sheep rushed towards the Carapace Snail with furious waves! They smashed it! The horns of the Raging Waves Three Hao Sheep pierced the Carapace Snail's rock armor! They pursued the victory!! The Carapace Snail fainted!!"
"The game is over! Yuzhenxuan Mountain wins! Yuzhenxuan Club still leads Wuxin Club with a record of 8 to 6!"
A roar that echoed through the sky interrupted Lin Mo's thoughts.
On the screen, the Raging Waves Sanhao Sheep's head was bent down, its limbs stamped on the ground crazily, and its huge body rushed straight towards the shell snail like a discharged cannonball.
The metallic luster of the horns was wrapped in a rich demonic aura, as if two sharp spikes were tearing apart the hard outer armor of a snail.
The sheep's hooves stepped heavily into the ground, and the Raging Wave Sanhao Sheep cried out, forcibly picking up the one-ton shell snail, and then threw the shell snail to the ground.
"Haha, Wuming also wants to beat our Yuzhenxuan, dream!" Ge Qing said with a hearty laugh.
After the demon soul competition became regular, major forces in Chenghai City formed their own clubs one after another.
Among them, Tigers, which has a large number of members with rich combat experience, successfully won the championship of the first Chenghai Demon Soul Competition. With one championship, it beat Yuzhenxuan, Wuming, Jinxi, Mushi and other clubs to lead the record list.
Ge Qing has always been angry about this.
"Although he won Wuming this time, judging from the competition, Shanyue's victory was already very difficult. It is too difficult to beat the tiger Li Ping."
After his mood calmed down, Ge Qing sat helplessly on the chair.
"The fighting power displayed by Shanyue's Furious Wave Sanhaoyang is already quite good among the Five True Demon Sealing Masters, but he still can't win the championship like this?"
Hearing Ge Qing's sigh, Lin Mo felt curious in his heart.
The Raging Waves Sanhao Sheep has shiny fur all over its body, its horns are huge and sharp, and its demonic body strength and demonic aura have exceeded those of ordinary Six True Demonic Souls.
It can be said that if the realm of all demon-sealing masters was limited to the Five Realms, this Raging Wave Sanhao Sheep would be enough to rank among the top one thousand in Chenghai City.
This seemed incredible to Lin Mo.
After all, most demon sealing masters who choose to become demon soul competitors feel that their potential is limited, so they choose this path.
But the fighting power of the Raging Wave Sanhao Sheep just now is not inferior to the performance of the genius on the Demon Hunting List at the time of Wu Zhen.
"Xiao Mo, you are often outside, so you may not understand these things. Demon sealers like Shan Yue and others who choose to become competitive players usually suppress their own realm and concentrate on polishing their combat power in the same realm." Father Lin said slowly.
The current demon soul competition is divided into two levels: three true and five true. Many competitive players will choose the level according to their own situation.
For this reason, they will forcibly suppress the spiritual power they cultivate within their spiritual veins. Only when they are sure to advance to the next level will they choose to retreat for a period of time to concentrate on improving their realm.
Therefore, this also derived the club draft system, competition promotion system and other promotion systems.
"Shan Yue has just been promoted from the level of Three True Demons. Although he has a profound background as a Third True Master, there is still some gap between him and a senior Five True Demon Sealing Master like Li Ping."
Ge Qing sighed helplessly.
Compared to the fierce tigers who have been wandering around in the wild, the three guard groups under Yu Zhenxuan are still slightly inferior to the fierce tigers in combat power at the same level.
"Not only that, because the Tigers won the first three-level martial arts competition, and in just one month, they made a profit of nearly three million spiritual energy."
"three million?"
Hearing Ge Qing's words, Lin Mo couldn't help but be a little surprised. At the current exchange rate published by the bank, a little spiritual energy can be exchanged for one hundred cash, and three million can be converted into three hundred million.
In other words, the Tigers made a huge profit of 300 million in just one month from this alone.
Compared with those traditional projects, Demon Soul Contest has shown amazing development potential in its initial stage.bdshare();