Chapter 37: An Extremely Easy Victory

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

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

"Hehehe, this is my martial soul, the blood demon! It is a very rare and special martial soul that is not seen in ordinary places!" Zhang Lei said proudly.

"How is it? Did you scare you? Hehehe, if you admit defeat now, I can still let you go!"

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

It is precisely based on the power of his martial soul that Zhang Lei can practice such a vicious kung fu as the blood handprint. Those who are hit will lose their soul power all the time until they lose their lives.

But unfortunately, he happened to meet Qi Ling this time! Speaking of evil, is there any more evil than the emperor among demons, the blood demon emperor?

So Qi Ling smiled helplessly and said, "Is this how you defeated Zhu Zhuqing? If that's all, I'm really disappointed."

"Blood Demon Emperor: Possession!"

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

The audience who were originally extremely excited to cheer for Zhang Lei turned off their enthusiasm at this time! Even a fool could see that Qi Ling's martial soul was much more advanced than Zhang Lei's. '

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

Zhang Lei naturally didn't want to do this, but this was deeply engraved in his soul, an instinctive fear, a natural submission of the devil to his higher-level existence.

"You, what kind of martial soul is this? How can you restrain me so much!" Zhang Lei said with difficulty.

"The brilliance of the sparks dares to compete with the sun and the moon! Zhang Lei, didn't you say you wanted me to see your bloody handprint? Just use it!" Qi Ling crossed his arms and looked at Zhang Lei with a look as if he was looking at a low-level creature.

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

At this moment, he was just standing in front of Qi Ling, and he naturally felt a sense of despair in his heart, as if the person in front of him was an existence that he could never defeat. He had not fought yet, but his will to fight had already been defeated!

"Impossible! My bloody handprint is invincible in the world, and no one can stop it. How could I lose to you like this!"

Zhang Lei said, and began to circulate the soul power in his body, and a yellow hundred-year soul ring lit up on his body.

"First soul skill: soul power amplification!"

Zhang Lei's first soul skill: soul power amplification can forcibly increase his soul power, so as to reach the standard of using bloody handprints.

After the soul power amplification, Zhang Lei's right hand began to gradually turn red, and soon became the same color as blood, emitting bursts of strange breath.

"Second Soul Skill: Blood Demon Swift Step!"

Zhang Lei's second soul skill can improve his agility in a short period of time, so that his attack can hit the opponent.

Both of his soul skills serve his evil skill "Blood Handprint", and the purpose is to use his evil skill to play a role in deciding the outcome with one blow.

In fact, Zhang Lei's move is indeed invincible. In the past, all opponents surrendered as long as they were hit.

So Zhang Lei has reason to believe that even if the opponent's martial spirit is more advanced, as long as he is hit by his blood handprint, he will surrender immediately like before.

"Watch it, blood handprint!" Zhang Lei quickly went around behind Qi Ling and slapped him on the vest. He felt good about this palm and exerted all his strength.

But when Zhang Lei retreated contentedly, ready to wait for Qi Ling to be in unbearable pain and beg for mercy, he found that Qi Ling seemed to be completely uninjured, and even the smile on his face did not change.

"Go on, Zhang Lei, why did you retreat?" Qi Ling said with a smile, "I didn't defend myself on purpose, just to experience your blood handprint. How come you just slapped me and ran away?"

"Ah, didn't you just make a move? Oh? No way?"

Looking at the infuriating expression on Qi Ling's face, coupled with his disdainful tone, even a dead person would be angry and come back to life.

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

"Blood handprint!"

This time, the situation remained the same, and Qi Ling still said indifferently: "Go on, you don't even have the energy to hit people, and you still say you are a gangster?"

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

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

But what made him despair was that Qi Ling didn't seem to have any changes, as if he hadn't hit Qi Ling just now, which made Zhang Lei wonder if his blood handprint was a pirated one.

In fact, Zhang Lei's blood handprint was of course genuine, and Qi Ling did react, but he wasn't injured, but was very excited.

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 perfect for scrubbing the bath! I think you should just change the name to scrubbing the bath palm!"

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 even 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 laughed.

"I'll let you see what it feels like to extract soul power! The 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 couldn't 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, and even his cheeks seemed to be sunken, almost squeezed dry.

At this moment, Zhang Lei just wanted to say one thing: I really have nothing left, not a drop at all!