Chapter 29: One vs. One Hundred

"Swoosh..." Fang Jiu flew up into the sky on the Emperor's Horse.

And Ge Long also flew into the sky sitting on a winged white tiger.

Fly towards the military camp in the main city of Tiandou.

"You iron monster are really fast! What's your name?"

Ge Long found that his white tiger mount could not catch up with the steel monster of the king.

He was surprised and puzzled.

"Emperor Horse!" Fang Jiu didn't say much.

"So domineering!" Ge Long nodded.

Soon they arrived above the military camp in the main city of Tiandou.

"Whoosh..."

Fang Jiu and Ge Long fell from the sky together and landed near a training ground in the military camp.

"One hundred warriors, assemble!" Goron said in a domineering voice.

Soon, a hundred soldiers in silver armor came directly in front of Goron and lined up in four neat rows, with their heads held high, serious eyes and magnificent momentum.

One hundred warriors, all of them are experienced warriors.

The weakest among them is a Soul King of level 14, there are forty-five Soul Emperors of levels to , forty Soul Emperors of levels to , fourteen Soul Saints of levels to , and there is one Soul Douluo of level .

These are the one hundred warriors.

They are Goron's best brothers and one of the strongest fighters.

They are the top ones in every soul power level.

They have gone through many trials of blood and death.

They are the most powerful fighters.

Such people are not afraid of death or blood.

"I didn't expect Marshal Gelong would bring these one hundred silver-armored warriors wherever he went!"

Facing those majestic and battle-hardened kings of soldiers, Fang Jiu was not at all timid, but faced them calmly.

After all, strong strength is his backing.

"I can't help it. They are the best fighters! I won't feel safe without them by my side!"

Ge Long was also very direct, "Come on, if you defeat a hundred of them, you can command one of the three armies!"

"Just them! One hundred of them..." Fang Jiu opened his mouth, but was interrupted by Ge Long before he could finish his words.

"Why are you scared?" Ge Long laughed and said, "You can fight one-on-one, one-on-two, or one-on-ten. It's up to you to choose! If you don't dare, leave now!"

"Haha... You interrupted me before I even finished speaking. How polite! I'll take a hundred of them!"

Fang Jiu thought of Ip Man's one-on-ten fight, but with his own strength, fighting one-on-ten was too low.

One dozen a hundred!
That's what he wanted.

Anyway, with his current strength, he can still beat a hundred guys at level 80 or below.

"Are you crazy? Do you want to commit suicide?"

When Ge Long heard his arrogant and reckless words, he was also stunned.

"Swoosh!" Fang Jiu flew directly to the center of the martial arts arena.

"Uh... this guy is only level 67 and not a Titled Douluo, so how can he fly in the air?" Ge Long frowned when he saw the scene. Could it be that he has soul bone skills that allow him to fly?
Otherwise, it would be impossible to fly in the air.

"This guy... is really good at pretending!"

"One against a hundred? Isn't that too crazy?"

The silver-armored soldiers were all very angry. This guy simply looked down on them. They had been through many battles and their fighting skills were stronger than those of ordinary spirit masters.

After all, every battle is a life-and-death battle, which is different from those soul masters who play house and live a life of luxury.

"If you don't come up, I'll win! I don't have time to wait here with you guys!"

Fang Jiu said calmly.

"Okay, you guys play with him together. Remember, he is the king of the country, with unparalleled talent, so don't hurt him too badly! It's no problem if you can reattach a broken limb!"

Goron spoke seriously to those silver-armored warriors.

"Yes!" The silver-armored warriors nodded one after another.

"Swoosh..." The next moment, they all ran to the martial arts arena and surrounded Fang Jiu.

Fortunately, this martial arts arena is quite spacious and can accommodate more than 200 people, so it is not that crowded.

"Let's begin!" Ge Long sneered. This fearless monarch was really asking for trouble. He didn't even bother to look at the combat experience of each of his silver-armored warriors.

"Buzz buzz..." The soul rings under the feet of those silver-armored warriors slowly rose, and various martial spirits were summoned one after another.

There are swords, spears, knives, daggers, nunchakus, etc.

Surround Fang Jiu.

However, they did not take action immediately, but waited for this monarch who had no experience on the battlefield to release his spirit ring and summon his martial spirit.

"What are you standing there for? You're dilly-dallying. Hurry up and release your spirit ring to summon your martial spirit!" Ge Long couldn't help but shake his head when he saw the state guardian monarch's temper. He didn't have any good feelings towards him. He was dilly-dallying and overestimating his own abilities. If he were his soldiers, they would have been kicked out of the barracks by him long ago.

"Come on, we don't need soul rings and martial souls to deal with them yet!" After all, Fang Jiu practiced the Divine Stele technique, and also had the Eternal Ten Thousand Flowers Sharingan, Flying Thunder God Technique, and Kamehameha, which were enough to deal with these one hundred people.

"Swoosh!" Fang Jiu immediately waved his hand and Flying Thunder God runes were carved around the martial arts field. "Swoosh!" He instantly flashed in front of a Soul King. "Buzz..." The energy in his hand surged into a Qigong bomb, which hit his abdomen directly.

With a loud "bang", the silver-armored warrior screamed, flew backwards, and knocked two silver-armored warriors away.

Suddenly, the one hundred silver-armored warriors became ninety-seven.

"Ugh!" Ge Long just thought he was dazzled. How could that guy appear more than ten meters away in an instant?

This speed is comparable to teleportation.

He couldn't help but frown. No wonder this kid was so confident. It turned out he had such a weird teleportation method?
"Don't be careless, this kid might be pretending to be weak, take action!"

As Golong finished speaking, the silver-armored warriors began to use their soul skills.

"Bang bang..."

The attack was directed at Fang Jiu, but the next moment Fang Jiu disappeared out of thin air.

Their attacks hit their teammates directly.

"Ahh..." After a few screams, the five silver-armored warriors were blown away from the martial arts arena in an instant. Anyway, they would be eliminated if they left the martial arts arena, unless they could fly, in which case they would be fine.

"Swoosh, swoosh..." Fang Jiu kept using the Flying Thunder God Talisman to teleport continuously, and no silver-armored warrior could hit him.

"Stop firing randomly!" Ge Long was stunned. These well-trained warriors were facing only one person, and none of them could hit Fang Jiu.

It's simply a shame and a shame.

"Bang..." Fang Jiu flashed behind a level 70 Soul Saint and kicked him. "Ah..." With a scream, he flew backwards.

After a while, Fang Jiu eliminated twenty people.

He felt that this was too boring.

It's better to defeat them in one move.

"Buzz..." The soul ring under his feet slowly rose, and a golden soul ring lit up from under his feet. The soul ring was so dazzling that it dyed the faces of most people nearby red.

“A brilliant golden soul ring, one hundred thousand years old?” Golong had seen a soul ring of one hundred thousand years before, and it was red. What the hell was this brilliant golden soul ring?

Moreover, the pressure was even more terrifying than the hundred thousand year spirit ring he had seen before.

(End of this chapter)