Chapter 74, Xiao Wu's Eight-Section Throw

"Okay, stop talking nonsense. I've already lit the incense. Let's get started!" Yu Xiaogang said, "You both have to go all out in this game, otherwise, there will be no breakfast for the next week!"

Hearing that there might be no breakfast, everyone immediately became serious. Dai Mubai roared, and the White Tiger Martial Spirit possessed him. The third soul skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation, was activated, and then he took the initiative to block the front of the team.

Now Qi Ling does not use soul skills, and Dai Mubai has the assistance of Ning Rongrong's soul skills. For a while, he can fight Qi Ling on equal terms.

And just as the two were fighting, Zhu Zhuqing attacked Qi Ling from behind like a ghost, and the netherworld stab attacked Qi Ling's vest, determined to win the game in one fell swoop.

Qi Ling would naturally not be subdued by this simple plan. He slightly shifted his body to one side, avoiding Zhu Zhuqing's stab from his ribs, and then fell backwards, with a move of "Arhat Falling to the Ground", successfully defusing the offensive of the two.

Zhu Zhuqing fell to the ground after being hit by Qi Ling. Although she stood up immediately and kept her posture, Qi Ling took the opportunity to escape from the two people's encirclement.

Dai Mubai wanted to chase, but was blocked by Zhu Zhuqing's body and lost the opportunity.

Although he was out of danger, before Qi Ling could breathe a sigh of relief, new attacks had already followed!

After Ma Hongjun was possessed by the martial soul, he ate Oscar's flying mushrooms, and the whole person suddenly seemed to become a real birdman, flapping his wings and flying into the sky.

"Hehe, Boss Qi, take it!" Ma Hongjun said, spitting out a flame from his mouth, which was his soul skill: Phoenix Fire Line.

Ma Hongjun's flame has an extremely difficult attachment property. Once it is contaminated, it is extremely difficult to extinguish, and it can self-ignite, so Qi Ling had to temporarily avoid the edge and move quickly to avoid his flame.

With Ma Hongjun's current soul power, if Qi Ling was wearing the Golden Holy Dragon Armor, he could completely ignore his damage to himself, but without using soul skills, Ma Hongjun would become a strong enemy that restricted himself.

So Qi Ling had to avoid Ma Hongjun's Phoenix Fire Line while dealing with Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing. The three of them had one main attack, one auxiliary attack, and one long-range attack, which made Qi Ling feel a little headache.

"Brother San, is the time coming? Can I make a move?" At the back of the lineup, Xiao Wu asked Tang San excitedly, "Haha, I can't wait to surprise Brother Qi."

"Don't worry, Xiao Wu, you are the key to our victory, because among us, only your wrestling skills can play a decisive role." Tang San said calmly, "Wait until I create enough opportunities for you, then you can make a move!"

As the military advisor among the few people, Tang San has not used his Blue Silver Grass to make a move, just to find the right time!

Although Xiao Wu's wrestling skills can determine the outcome of a single strike, as long as Qi Ling is still standing on the ground, Xiao Wu's attack will not succeed.

So the opportunity Tang San was looking for was the moment when Qi Ling's feet could leave the ground and lose the support of the earth! That was the best time for Xiao Wu to make a move.

Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing had naturally received Tang San's hint long ago, so they fought with Qi Ling while leading him to the place Tang San designated.

When Qi Ling's feet stood on the land, Tang San said in his heart: "It's done!"

Then Qi Ling's Blue Silver Grass Martial Spirit was activated instantly, and on the land under Qi Ling's feet, lush Blue Silver Grass instantly grew out, pushing Qi Ling into the air.

From the beginning of the battle, Tang San made this plan for everyone, planted the seeds of Blue Silver Grass here in advance, and tried every means to lead Qi Ling here.

This was naturally to create opportunities for Xiao Wu, because once Xiao Wu's wrestling skills were activated, it would be a chain attack that determined the outcome, which was an ability that others did not have.

Qi Ling also knew Tang San's plan the moment his body was in the air. Sure enough, the next second Xiao Wu had appeared behind Qi Ling, and her slender thighs clamped his neck.

"Hehe, Brother Qi, I'm sorry, this time we'll win!" Xiao Wu said, and her soul skill "Waist Bow" was activated, throwing Qi Ling directly to the ground.

Xiao Wu used her most proud throwing skill, the Eight-Section Throw! This is a throwing skill that will not stop once used, and will last for eight sections, hence the name.

Watching Xiao Wu go up and down, throwing Qi Ling like a sandbag, Ma Hongjun couldn't help but look painful: "Xiao San, you and Xiao Wu are both very cruel. If you don't know, you would think you have a grudge against Boss Qi."

"This is the rule set by Big Brother for us. If we fight, we must go all out and attack with murderous intent!" Tang San said.

"Big brother said that this is to make us familiar with real fighting in advance. If we show mercy in the battle, we will lose!"

"Ah, this..." Ma Hongjun looked surprised, "I'm afraid only you brothers and sisters have such a strange way of getting along!"

"Really? I don't think it's strange." Tang San said as he looked at Qi Ling in the field, "Because no matter how serious we are, we have never officially defeated big brother once!"

Xiao Wu's wild and violent eight-section throw finally stopped the attack after Qi Ling fell from the sky to the ground. The whole person retreated lightly and jumped back to the formation.

"Xiao Wu, are you going too far?" Dai Mubai hesitated. If he was thrown like that just now, he would be paralyzed if not dead.

But before Xiao Wu could speak, Zhu Zhuqing said, "No, if this could get rid of him, he wouldn't be that person."

As if to verify Zhu Zhuqing's words, after she finished speaking, Qi Ling's body slowly moved, climbed up from the big pit on the ground, and rubbed his neck slowly.

Ma Hongjun looked at Qi Ling as if he was safe and sound, and his eyes almost popped out: "Oh, my god, Boss Qi is fine? Are we fighting a human being?"

In fact, Qi Ling can't say that he is completely fine now. His whole body is in pain, and his muscles are sore to protect his body. If he is hit like this again, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on.

After all, Xiao Wu's eight-section throw, like his own Tyrant Dragon Fist, exceeds the upper limit of their level of injury. They are all abilities that can determine the outcome of the game as long as they are used.

The reason why Qi Ling is fine is that the real dragon body he cultivated has extremely strong defense, which is enough to withstand such damage.

And there is another point, that is, the terrain here, the elastic soil on the ground helped Qi Ling absorb some of the force, so that the damage he suffered was far less terrible than it looked.

"Huh, Xiao Wu, haven't you heard a saying?" Qi Ling patted the dirt on his hair, "The head can be broken, but the hairstyle cannot be messed up."

"Brother, I am really angry!"