Chapter 185 When did it start? Wang Nan stood in the air, his whole body covered with golden dragon armor, surrounded by Tianye Fusheng Dragons, and the dragon stick in his hand pointed to the ground. Nether Douluo finally understood why Nether Thunder Douluo told him to escape the first thing he did when he saw him. Although the man in front of him only had eight soul rings, he understood that he was definitely not someone he could contend with. He no longer had the courage to face the battle head-on, and he made up his mind. Several spirit rings lit up at the same time, and he merged with his spirit, the Netherworld Sword, and was ready to escape once again. I just don’t know why, no matter how hard I struggled, my body remained where it was. Looking up, he saw a long stick standing above him. He didn't know how high the stick was, but Hell Douluo felt that the stick could poke a hole in the sky. A giant dragon circled around the stick, and the surrounding space shattered and reorganized, squeezing everything around towards the center. To be more precise, it's not just the power of space. As a Titled Douluo, being able to condense soul cores means that Nether Douluo can also use the power of space, but what keeps him here is something far more profound that is far superior to the power of space.
It was as if the world wanted to keep him here. Wang Nan's mind moved, and he used the third move of the Unyielding Stick Technique. The Panlong Stick fell down with a bang. The surroundings suddenly became quiet for a moment. The next moment, a huge roar was heard, and a huge pit appeared on the ground. Mud splashed everywhere, but soon it was swept back by the influence of the Unyielding Stick Technique. Even the clouds in the sky formed ring-shaped clouds with this place as the center. There were no traces of other soul beasts or animals around. The first sound was the wind. The breeze blew through the cracks in the ground, making sounds of varying pitches, as if it was playing a piece of music. The Panlong Stick was retracted, and the fate of Nether Douluo who was determined to escape was already determined. His body was embedded in the ground, blood was spurting out, and his eyeballs were bulging. The body of a Title Douluo who could withstand the soul core would naturally not be too fragile. However, even if he could keep his body, he was attacked by Wang Nan's eighth soul skill and the Unyielding Staff Technique. His life had gradually dissipated from his body and could never be recovered. A series of noises came from his throat, and it seemed that he wanted to say something, but they were also blown away by the wind and could not be heard clearly. When Wang Nan landed on the ground, Nether Douluo was no longer alive. Ma Xiaotao landed beside Wang Nan, but couldn't help but look at him twice more. Even though she possessed the Ultimate Fire and had a fighting power that could rival that of a Titled Douluo, she could not be as clean and neat as Wang Nan. Even though Wang Nan's Panlong Staff martial spirit could exert greater power against evil spirit masters, it was also closely related to Wang Nan's own strength. From the beginning of the battle, Wang Nan gave her the feeling that he was not like a Soul Douluo, but a Titled Douluo like her own teachers and the elders in the academy. Wang Nan raised his head and looked around. He didn't sense the presence of other soul masters, so he breathed a sigh of relief. The soul core between his eyebrows started to operate, and the elemental energy of heaven and earth continued to flow in to replenish his own soul power. After collecting the things dropped by the two evil soul masters, Wang Nan turned around and exchanged glances with Ma Xiaotao. "Let's go. The commotion just now attracted quite a few people. This Nether Douluo should be the closest one. If there are more people, we won't be able to leave." Ma Xiaotao nodded, and the golden-red light surged, and the traces left by Nether Thunder Douluo and Nether Nether Douluo disappeared completely. She then stopped and flew away with Wang Nan. "Your ability is quite useful. It is very convenient when you are out." The wind whistled in his ears and the scenery on both sides quickly receded backwards. Wang Nan suddenly spoke. "You're just laughing at me." Ma Xiaotao glanced at Wang Nan, but kept walking. "I can't help you with anything, so I can only do something to light the fire." Ma Xiaotao's words sounded somewhat resentful, but also somewhat coquettish. Upon closer listening, they were full of smiles. It was really very complicated. "No, I don't. This is perfect. I kill people and you set fires." "Okay, from now on you kill people and I'll set fires."
Ma Xiaotao couldn't help laughing when she heard what Wang Nan said. Wang Nan is not often in the academy, and perhaps he himself does not know it, but in the eyes of Shrek Academy disciples, his image is always that of a strong and reliable senior brother. But Ma Xiaotao, who has been in contact with Wang Nan since childhood, knows that Wang Nan occasionally has an "improper" side. Sometimes he would smile like a child because he had realized new abilities; sometimes he was not as positive and selfless as others saw him to be, and he had his own "little calculations" in his heart. But I don’t know since when did she see such an “imperfect” person in her eyes? Perhaps it is because I have been afraid of my evil fire hurting others since I was a child, and I am always alone. Therefore, when there is someone who is not afraid of my evil fire and can even help me suppress it, I can't help but look at him a few more times. Perhaps it was because of the unintentional communication between the two during the fight on the fighting stage. If the fighting style of each soul master is the embodiment of his own will, then they have been communicating with each other since a long time ago. Or maybe it was in the Poseidon Pavilion, when he helped himself to completely break the evil fire, his mental power surged like a wave, dispelling all the pain weighing on his heart, but his figure was left behind. Growing up in the inner courtyard, watching her senior brothers and sisters find their own destiny on the Sea God Lake, she sometimes fantasized about someone coming to her and taking off her bamboo hat. But she didn't know when that person started to take on a specific appearance. That was a figure, the figure that stood between heaven and earth in the Fighting Spirit Competition, the figure that stood tall and proud like the master, the figure that just now remained calm and at ease when facing the Titled Douluo, the figure that usually had no momentum but occasionally showed a gentle smile... These figures were right before her eyes and in her heart. Yes, when did it start? Perhaps Wang Nan himself didn't know. Perhaps it was because her name had appeared in his memory when he was hunting for the third spirit ring that he took a closer look at her. Perhaps it was during their usual encounters that he gradually realized that the person in front of him was a living person rather than a simple name and a few lines of cold words in his memories of his previous life. He knew that there was someone who would miss him when he was away, and he got used to having such a person around him. Perhaps there was no need to understand. Hearing that she had come to the Sun-Moon Empire, his appearance here was already the best proof. (End of this chapter)