Chapter 91, Strange Request

"Hmph! Don't be complacent. Even if your soul skill is weird and can defend against lightning, what's wrong?" Jin He saw Qi Ling's fearless look and thought that his golden holy dragon armor could just make lightning ineffective, so he said.

"As a strong attacking soul master, can you catch up with my speed? My speed is so fast that even the agile attacking soul masters are inferior to me!"

Lightning gave Jin He not only powerful attack power, but also lightning speed. But coincidentally, Qi Ling also had such ability.

"Three Thousand Thunders: Thunder Flash!"

Just when Jin He was showing off his speed all over the field, Qi Ling's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, and then instantly appeared in front of Jin He.

Jin He was startled by Qi Ling's sudden appearance. He tripped and fell to the ground. He said in disbelief: "How could you... How could you..."

"What's impossible? You don't think you are really fast, do you?" Qi Ling laughed, "In my eyes, you are as slow as a snail."

Qi Ling was not deliberately irritating Jin He, but because he had a fiery eye, he looked at Jin He's speed as if it was slowed down. If he wanted, Jin He couldn't even stop him.

And now, no matter how Jin He urged his lightning power to increase his speed, Qi Ling was like his own shadow, keeping a step away from him, and looked relaxed.

This was clearly a humiliation and a mockery of himself, but Jin He had no way to do it. He had reached the maximum speed and could not speed up anymore.

The people in the audience only felt that they saw two phantoms, chasing each other on the ring, and couldn't help but sigh that the two were so powerful that they seemed to be evenly matched.

But only Jin He who was fighting knew that the two were not evenly matched, and he was simply being beaten! Who on earth is this guy, and how could he have such terrible strength?

Until Jin He stopped panting, Qi Ling stood in front of him and said without even taking a breath: "What's wrong? Tired again? Young man, you are not good enough. With this small physique, how can you become a Golden Fighting Soul?"

Jin He was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood. He came to fight as a Golden Fighting Soul, not to run a marathon. How could he not be tired after running for so long?

"Damn it, don't be too proud. If you have the ability, come and beat me!" Jin He stood up and shouted loudly, "I don't believe you can beat me to death!"

Qi Ling and the Shrek people in the audience showed incredible expressions at this time, and they almost doubted whether they had heard it wrong. This Jin He actually asked Qi Ling to beat him? Did he really not want to live?

"Oh my god, there are still real warriors in this world! Such courage is unprecedented and unlikely to be seen in the future!" Oscar said in admiration.

"Maybe this Jin He is an M, and he has a crush on Boss Qi!" Ma Hongjun said obscenely, "After all, Boss Qi's looks are attractive to both men and women!"

"What are you talking about, fat guy!" Xiao Wu said unhappily, "If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will teach you a lesson! Do you also want to try my eight-section throw?"

"Ah? No, no, Sister Xiao Wu, I was wrong!" Ma Hongjun begged for mercy hurriedly.

Yu Xiaogang, who was standing by, analyzed seriously at this time: "This Jin He should want to rely on his lightning protection barrier to counter-injure Qi Ling."

"What? How could there be such a stupid person?" Dai Mubai said in surprise, "His own full-strength attack couldn't do anything to Qi Ling, so what effect can his counter-injury have?"

"That's not the case. After all, when he attacked, Qi Ling was in a full-strength defensive posture." Yu Xiaogang continued, "And if people attack, they will inevitably relax their defense. Jin He is betting on this."

"Then, will Qi Ling be in danger?" Ning Rongrong couldn't help asking.

"If Jin He gets another soul ring, maybe there is still a chance. After all, his martial soul is also a top-grade martial soul." Yu Xiaogang said.

"But now...you will soon celebrate Qi Ling's first victory today."

Qi Ling was also very upset after hearing Jin He's request. Could it be that Jin He really has some special hobbies? I have never seen such a request before, and he actually asked someone to beat him.

"Do you really want me to hit you? You can't bear my punch." Qi Ling said kindly to Jin He.

"Hmph! Stop talking nonsense. You can bear my attack, why can't I bear your attack?" Jin He said in disbelief, "If you don't dare, then admit defeat as soon as possible!"

"Ah, no, I mean, with this punch of mine, it is very likely that you will..." Qi Ling looked at Jin He's amazing look and had to say helplessly, "Ah, okay, okay, I will just use my normal strength."

Jin He didn't care what Qi Ling said. He was now determined to use his lightning barrier to counterattack Qi Ling and create opportunities for himself.

"Don't be fussy, come on!" Jin He said, and took a horse stance. At the same time, lightning appeared around him, catalyzing his lightning barrier to the maximum extent.

"Well, get ready, I'm coming." Qi Ling said, slowly raising his right fist, "Ba Long Fist: Air Shock!"

When Jin He saw the soul power on Qi Ling's body gathering little by little in his right fist, he couldn't help but sweat and subconsciously asked, "Can I regret it?"

"Too late!" Qi Ling said, and threw a punch. Suddenly, the air around him made a sound as if it was shattered, and a huge pressure attacked Jin He.

Qi Ling knew Jin He's lightning barrier, and if he touched it during the attack, he would be counterattacked by lightning, causing paralysis of the body.

So, if that was the case, wouldn't it be okay as long as he didn't touch him?

So Qi Ling used "Ba Long Fist: Air Shock" on Jin He, directly using the vibration to attack him from a distance, without even touching him.

This move had defeated the Shrek Seven in one blow before, and even if Qi Ling had stopped his strength now, it was not something Jin He could resist.

When the Ba Long Fist came out, those who were hit would either be injured or die!

When Jin He fell back straight, looking at the roof with confused eyes, the last thought that appeared in his mind was: "What kind of perverted monster is this? Can anyone really defeat him?"

Then, Jin He lost consciousness and fell into a coma. The referee also announced Qi Ling's victory at this time.

"In the thirteenth place of the fighting spirit arena, Iron Fighting Spirit Qi Ling vs. Gold Fighting Spirit Jin He, Qi Ling wins!"

As soon as this result was announced, the audience suddenly went wild, because a newcomer like Qi Ling actually defeated the popular player in the big fighting spirit arena, Gold Fighting Spirit Jin He, in one fell swoop. How could this not be surprising?