The Lord of Douluo

This morning the entire arena has gathered the students of the Martial Spirit Hall Academy, the entire arena is very crowded.

Chen Yang also arrived at the scene soon, because of the common participation, today Hu Lena and Evil Moon and others went with Chen Yang, at the moment already in the preparation seat to wait.

After a few people waited in place for a moment, this Heavenly Ranking Competition soon began completely, and the first match was between Chen Yang and Ye Zhuang.

"Shidi, come on." Hu Lena waved her small fist at Chen Yang.

"Saint Son, I wish you a triumphant return." Evil Moon also nodded at Chen Yang.

"Many thanks." Chen Yang quickly walked towards the ring after smiling at the two of them.

Many of the other students in the preparation area looked a little surprised when they saw this.

Could it be that the Holy Maiden still thought that the Saint Son had a chance to win?

It was unlikely........

After all, Saint Son was still young and not very experienced in battle, and his soul power was also lower than Ye Zhuang's, so it was even harder to win with a missing soul ring .

This was probably because the Holy Maiden didn't want Saint Son to have too much pressure on him .

Many students were talking to themselves within themselves.

Soon, Chen Yang walked onto the ring.

Under the gazes of the crowd, Ye Zhuang also entered the stage just like Chen Yang, but before the referee began to announce the start of the match, Ye Zhuang had already noticed that his father and Li Xingyu and the others under the stage had been secretly giving him a wink.

Ye Zhuang's heart snorted coldly and his eyes were somewhat cold.

Although Ye Zhuang also knew that these actions of theirs were for their own good.

But Ye Zhuang himself had his own pride that belonged to him, so he would never do such a thing.

Ignoring the gazes of the crowd under the ring, Ye Zhuang quickly saluted towards Chen Yang in front of him.

The referee's voice fell, Ye Zhuang did not hesitate at all, his martial soul lit up and suddenly transformed into an extremely huge black tiger, the four soul rings yellow, yellow, purple and purple were revealed intact, and his whole body's momentum was extremely greatly enhanced in this instant.

He said that he would not show mercy, even if the other party was a Saint.

Ye Zhuang also took a direct step at this moment, his body was like a ghost as he rushed out extremely crazily towards the front and quickly arrived in front of Chen Yang.

He quickly stretched out his black tiger claw and clawed out towards Chen Yang's body, and although he hadn't managed to hit Chen Yang yet, because of his strength, the claw was so strong that it caused the surrounding air to tremble slightly.

The spectators below the ring were stunned by this scene, their hearts filled with regret.

It seemed that Ye Zhuang didn't have the slightest intention of holding back, the Saint Son was definitely defeated.

As for Ye Luo, Li Xingyu, Yao Ximeng and the others were also shaking their heads straight at this, especially among them, Ye Luo, who was so angry that he almost cursed out, "Adversary, really an adversary ah!"

Evil Moon and Huleena were full of confidence in Chen Yang.

After all, the two of them understood Chen Yang's strength very well, so they trusted him and their faces were as flat as water, so they wouldn't be nervous at all.

"You guys think that Saint Son can win?" Irresistible couldn't help but ask a question.

"Watch carefully, the Saint Son will definitely win." Evil Moon revealed an inscrutable smile.

The irresistible stared at the ring, "I hope so."

From afar, the Mammoth Douluo, Ghost Douluo and Ju Douluo were also paying attention to the match from afar.

At this moment, seeing that Chen Yang on the ring had already fought with Ye Zhuang, the Mammoth Douluo's brows furrowed slightly and said, "Do you still think that Saint Son will win now?"

Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo smiled faintly, "Just watch well, Saint Son will definitely win."

As such, under everyone's gaze, Ye Zhuang's attack was finally about to hit Chen Yang.

But in this instant, facing Ye Zhuang's attack, Chen Yang directly used his Black Great Clock's First Soul Ring ability to easily dodge his attack.

Another quick punch smashed out, extremely swiftly hitting Ye Zhuang's body and swiftly repelling it.

Although Ye Zhuang's own flesh was stronger because his Martial Spirit was a Beast Martial Spirit, and he was not directly knocked out of the ring by Chen Yang, but this had just allowed him to collect some minor external wounds.

Soon, the effect of the time pause ended and Ye Zhuang quickly returned to his senses.

"What's going on here?" Ye Zhuang soon discovered that his body was repulsed, and he looked shocked as he had an additional wound on his chest at some point.

But Chen Yang didn't waste any time, extremely swiftly taking a step forward, rushing in front of Ye Zhuang as quickly as lightning, his martial soul possessed, and his fist wrapped in nine colored dragon scales smashed out towards Ye Zhuang.

"So fast, so strong!" Ye Zhuang's heart trembled.

He chose to dodge this attack from Chen Yang because he felt an extremely terrifying power from Chen Yang's attack.

But yet, it was also at this instant that Chen Yang's Time Pause was used once again.

Only the entire Ye Zhuang who had just started to make movements stopped.

Before he could begin to dodge, Chen Yang smashed out with a punch, directly smashing him under the ring.

The time pause unraveled once again.

Ye Zhuang himself, including the spectators under the ring, everyone was stunned at what they saw.

Chapter 56 - You suspect me of a fake match?

The fact that he would fall so easily to Chen Yang's hands was something that even Ye Zhuang himself could not have expected.

After all, compared to Saint Son, his own soul was higher and he was more experienced in battle.

And although Saint Son was exceptionally talented, he had yet to realize his talent into strength, so Ye Zhuang once thought that he would definitely win against Saint Son now.

But it didn't turn out that way.

Not only did Ye Zhuang fall to the hands of Saint Son in the fight between himself and Saint Son.

It was also in an extremely bizarre way, falling at the hands of the Saint Son without any suspense.

Ye Zhuang's abilities were completely unused, and the first time when his attack was about to hit, for some reason his own body was directly knocked flying by Saint Son.

And the second time he dodged was even more outrageous, it was clear that he had dodged away, but why was his direct body still directly knocked out of the ring?

Ye Zhuang was puzzled, his brows furrowed, and he was speechless for a long time.

"Could it be that this is also the Saint Son's special ability?" Ye Zhuang was talking to himself in his mind.

"Otherwise, how else could I have fallen so cleanly to defeat?"

"It seems that Saint Son's true abilities are far less simple than what is apparently revealed." Ye Zhuang began to reexamine the Saint Son's abilities.

For the students of the Martial Spirit Hall Academy, the shock in their hearts was not at all less than Ye Zhuang.