Chapter 37: An extremely easy victory

As the referee announced the start of the game, Zhang Lei directly summoned his martial spirit and possessed it.

In a burst of red light, Zhang Lei's body changed, his face became hideous and terrifying, his eyes became manic and terrifying, and his whole person became ghastly and terrifying.

"Hehehehe, this is my martial spirit, the blood demon! It is a very rare special martial spirit that cannot be seen at all!" Zhang Lei said proudly.

"How's it going? Did it scare you? Hehehe, if you give up now, I can let you go!"

Zhang Lei's blood demon martial spirit has a very special power. It can corrode the opponent's soul power during attacks, making the opponent weaker and weaker.

It is precisely based on the power of his martial soul that Zhang Lei can practice such sinister skills as the blood hand seal. The person who is hit will lose his soul power all the time until he loses his life.

But unfortunately, he met Qi Ling this time! Speaking of evil, is there anything more evil than the Emperor of Demons, the Blood Demon Emperor?

𝟞𝟡𝕤𝕙𝕦𝕩.𝕟𝕖𝕥】

So Qi Ling smiled helplessly and said, "Is this how you defeated Zhu Zhuqing? If that's the only way, it would really disappoint me."

"Blood Demon Emperor: Possessed!"

In the bloody light that soared into the sky, the Blood Demon Emperor came to the world again, and Qi Ling also regained his noble and mysterious temperament, sizing up Zhang Lei in front of him as if he were looking at a defective product.

The audience who were originally extremely excited to cheer for Zhang Lei suddenly turned off! Even a fool can see that Qi Ling's martial spirit is much more advanced than Zhang Lei. ‘

This is not only seen from the momentum of both sides, but more importantly, since Qi Ling completed the possession of the martial soul, Zhang Lei looked like he had seen a natural enemy, his legs kept shaking, and there were big beads of sweat on his forehead. Stop rolling down.

Zhang Lei naturally doesn't want to do this, but this is an instinctive fear deeply rooted in his soul. It is the devil's natural surrender to his higher existence.

"You, what kind of martial spirit are you? How could you restrain me like this!" Zhang Lei said hard.

"The brilliance of a star fire dares to compete with the sun and the moon! Zhang Lei, didn't you say you want me to see your bloody handprints? Just show it!" Qi Ling crossed his arms and looked at low-level creatures. Looking at Zhang Lei, he said.

Zhang Lei faced Qi Ling, panting heavily, knowing that the longer he delayed, the slimmer his chances would be.

At this moment, I was just standing in front of Qi Ling, and I naturally felt a sense of despair in my heart, as if the person in front of me was an existence that I could never defeat. Without fighting, my will to fight had been lost!

"Impossible! My bloody handprints are invincible and unstoppable. How could I lose to you like this!"

As Zhang Lei spoke, he began to activate the soul power in his body, and a yellow century-old soul ring lit up on his body.

"The first soul skill: soul power increase!"

Zhang Lei's first soul skill: soul power amplification, which can forcibly increase his soul power to meet the standards for using blood hand seals.

After the soul power increased, Zhang Lei's right hand began to gradually turn red, and soon became the same color as blood, exuding a strange aura.

"The second soul skill: Blood Demon Quick Step!"

Zhang Lei's second soul skill can improve his agility in a short period of time, allowing his attacks to hit the opponent.

His two soul skills both serve his evil skill "Blood Hand Seal". The purpose is to use his evil skill to determine the outcome with one blow.

In fact, Zhang Lei's move is indeed unfavorable. All his opponents in the past have surrendered as long as they were hit by the move.

Therefore, Zhang Lei has reason to believe that no matter how advanced the opponent's martial spirit is, as long as he is hit by his bloody handprint, he will surrender immediately like before.

"Watch the move, bloody handprint!" Zhang Lei quickly walked around behind Qi Ling and slapped his vest with his palm. He felt good with this palm and showed his full strength.

But when Zhang Lei retreated with satisfaction, preparing to wait for Qi Ling to be in unbearable pain and begging for mercy, he found that Qi Ling seemed not to be injured at all, and even the smile on his face had not changed.

"Go on, Zhang Lei, why did you retreat?" Qi Ling said with a smile, "I deliberately didn't defend myself because I wanted to experience your bloody handprint. Why did you just pat me and run away?"

"Ah, couldn't you have already taken action just now? Huh? No way?"

Looking at the angry expression on Qi Ling's face, coupled with his dismissive tone, even a dead person would be made angry by him.

Zhang Lei didn't understand why the bloody handprint didn't work even though he clearly hit him, so he continued to attack Qi Ling.

"Blood handprint!"

This time, the situation remained the same. Qi Ling still said calmly: "Go on, you don't have the strength to hit people, and you still say that you are a promiscuous person?"

"Damn it, I don't believe it. My bloody handprint can't be invalid!" Zhang Lei said, and slapped Qi Ling three more times.

"Blood handprint! Blood handprint! Blood handprint!" After three palm strikes, Zhang Lei was exhausted. After all, the blood handprint required a lot of soul power, which was already his limit.

But what made him despair was that Qi Ling looked unchanged, as if the person he had just beaten was not Qi Ling, which made Zhang Lei wonder whether his bloody fingerprints were pirated.

In fact, Zhang Lei's bloody handprint was of course genuine, and Qi Ling was not unresponsive, but instead of being injured, he felt refreshed.

Zhang Lei's blood handprint was like a tonic to his Blood Demon Emperor martial spirit. When it hit him, it was instantly absorbed by him, replenishing his soul power.

The only thing that could hurt him was the power Zhang Lei used directly, but for him who had practiced the Nine-Turn True Dragon Art, it was just like tickling.

"Are you done? You've worked so hard. The blood handprint is really as powerful as its reputation!" Qi Ling looked at Zhang Lei in front of him and continued to say infuriatingly.

"Well, the power... is even more powerful than that of the uncle in the bathhouse. It's really great for scrubbing the body! I think you should just change the name to scrubbing the body!"

Zhang Lei felt that he was about to spit out a mouthful of blood. He had never seen such a venomous person. He couldn't bear it when he opened his mouth before he made a move.

"You, what kind of kung fu did you use? Why didn't my blood handprint work on you!" Zhang Lei asked unwillingly.

"It's very simple. I didn't do anything. It's just that your blood handprint is too low-level!" Qi Ling smiled.

"I'll let you see what it feels like to extract soul power! First soul skill: Blood Demon Hundred Claws!"

The claw shadows covered the space in front of Zhang Lei, making it impossible for him to dodge, but when the claw shadows fell on him, he found that he was not seriously injured.

But before Zhang Lei could breathe a sigh of relief, his face changed immediately, because he realized that every time he took an attack, a trace of soul power would be extracted from his body!

Although the soul power extracted each time was not much, he had to face hundreds of attacks! Such attacks, even Zhao Wuji could not withstand a few times, let alone him.

In addition, he used the blood handprint excessively, and his soul power was already in a state of near exhaustion. If it was extracted again, I'm afraid his life would be in danger.

Hundreds of claw attacks, before halfway, Zhang Lei had already rolled his eyes and fell to the ground, even his cheeks seemed to be sunken, almost squeezed dry.

At this time, Zhang Lei just wanted to say, I really don't have any more, not a drop left!