C383 Psychological Warfare

Mingsi's wind kept expanding in the air, and in the blink of an eye, it had covered more than 300 meters. The fireball that came from the opposite side wasn't small either. When the two collided, a wave of heat was instantly created.

Wind and fire were two types of spiritual energies that could mutually help each other. When Mingsi's wind merged with the flame, the flame instantly expanded.

"Hu!"

The surrounding audience cried out in alarm. Clearly, they were stunned by such a grand scene.

However, Mingsi did not panic. Although the flame cluster had an extraordinary aura, Mingsi was full of energy at this moment. He was imitating the Soul Douluo's fire escape technique. He placed his finger by his mouth and spat out a mouthful of dense wind into the flame. Immediately, the flame was pressed toward the Soul Douluo under the push of Mingsi's wind force.

The scorching sensation pounced on him. The Soul Douluo's expression was solemn because it was not only Mingsi who was exerting his strength at the moment. He was also using all his strength to maintain the spell, but he was still unable to push the flame toward Mingsi.

The Soul Douluo watched as the flame slowly approached him. If he avoided it, he would definitely be caught by Mingsi immediately. He could not avoid it at this moment, so the Soul Douluo did not plan to hold back any longer.

"Fire's Origin!" The Soul Douluo formed a seal with one hand to maintain his magical technique. He flipped his other hand and a wave of fiery red fluctuation spread from his palm immediately. It was pulled by him into the void.

A layer of fiery red light appeared around the Soul Douluo. The radiance spread in all directions and soon merged into the flame between him and Mingsi. The fire instantly increased again!

Mingsi could already feel his cheeks burning hot. The howling wind in the arena was burning hot.

"Can you withstand my anger?" The Soul Douluo still refused to let go of the verbal battle with Mingsi. He spoke provocatively at this moment. However, he was a little disappointed because Mingsi still had a calm expression on his face.

When the Soul Douluo used the origin strength, it was difficult for Mingsi to hold on any longer. Just as the flames were about to drown him, the sound of a droplet of water could be heard. A ball of water fell from the sky and wrapped around Mingsi in an instant.

"Wow, it's so hot!"

Although Mingsi was temporarily able to avoid being burned by the flame, the temperature of the water kept rising.

"It's a cooked duck. " The Soul Douluo mocked.

Mingsi did not hear it. He did not mind it at all even if he heard it. The wind in his hand had long since filled the air. In the next moment, Mingsi spun rapidly in the water like a spinning top. The wind blew the water apart and dispersed.

"The wind is rising!" Everyone heard Mingsi's loud shout and saw the rain and rain that filled the sky drift down in the arena. At this moment, nearly half of the flames had been extinguished.

"Eh? Isn't this kid only with the attributes of wind and metal?" Yuwen Lang, who was standing on the tall platform, was surprised to see this, but then he muttered to himself, "Maybe he obtained a new source when he comprehended the origin of wind. "

When Mingsi used the wind element magic earlier, there was already a fluctuation of the origin, so everyone knew that Mingsi's wind spiritual Qi had already comprehended the origin. At this moment, when they saw the ripples on the surface of the water, they were all amazed. The combination of these two types of spells was quite ingenious. There was no repelling force, which was why the power it displayed was extremely powerful.

The Soul Douluo was somewhat unwilling. However, at this moment, he could only watch helplessly as the two types of water and fire spirit energies fused and corroded on the martial arts field. The scorching white mist that was emitted from the martial arts field was swept away by the wind and spread. For a moment, the white mist on the martial arts field filled the air.

When he saw the white mist, the Soul Douluo's face was immediately filled with joy. He said, "Boy, you're finished!"

However, Mingsi also revealed a smile and said, "You're finished. "

The white mist had already enveloped the entire martial arts field. His field of vision had also been temporarily obscured.

The two of them did not see each other's expression at the last moment, but the spectators on both sides of the arena could see it clearly. At this moment, they did not know that the appearance of the white fog was caused by the fight between the two of them, or it was a trap set by one of them.

When Hei Qiduan saw the two of them hiding in the white fog, a faint smile appeared on his face.

When Yuwen Lang saw the white fog, he shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile, "That Soul Race brat is going to lose. "

"Oh?" When Yuwen Taiping heard this, he was a little puzzled, "How did you know?"

"He is a person who can fight without using his eyes. " Yuwen Lang didn't say it directly, but kept him in suspense.

In the white fog, Mingsi had already closed his eyes. He had already activated his Spiritual Sense. At this moment, an image formed by Spiritual Qi appeared in his mind. The image was filled with a thin layer of Spiritual Qi. In the center of the image, there was a human-shaped Spiritual Qi mass. It was Mingsi himself. Besides that, not far from Mingsi, there was another spiritual Qi mass circling around him.

"Come, I'll wait for you to attack. " Mingsi's senses of his peers had improved once again, and he could already lock onto his opponent's position in a certain area. At this moment, he pretended to be at a loss for what to do. In fact, it was to lure the Soul Douluo into attacking.

The Soul Douluo's footsteps were light. He stepped on a flying sword and slowly approached Mingsi from above. He even suddenly erupted at the last stretch of distance and blasted at Mingsi's head in a circle.

However, Mingsi took a step back like a ghost. The Soul Douluo's fist missed and he landed in front of Mingsi. At present, the distance between the two of them was less than three feet. Mingsi opened his eyes. At such a close distance, he saw the Soul Douluo's face filled with shock.

"I heard you're very angry?" Mingsi's fist was already on the way. When the Soul Douluo's fist missed, His fist carried a strong wind as it smashed over. The people in the outside world who could sense it also revealed astonishment in their eyes. In their opinion, the Soul Douluo seemed to have landed in front of Mingsi's fist. The step Mingsi took back was very clever.

"Bang!" A heavy sound was heard. The Soul Douluo's figure shot backward from the competition arena with wisps of white mist. He crashed heavily onto the ground and drew a stone ditch. From this, it could be seen how powerful Mingsi's punch was.

"You're just an ordinary First Origin Heroic Realm martial artist. If you take your Void True Spirit Fist head-on, you'll either die or be severely injured. "

This was what Illusion God had said. Mingsi was also jealous and confident of his own punch. In terms of physical strength, his Void True Spirit Arm could be considered a powerful weapon.

The purple intent on Mingsi's left arm slowly dissipated. Under the influence of the wind, the white fog gradually dissipated.

"Mingsi's Spiritual Sense has been cultivated from the Point Plane to the Form Plane. Very good. " Yang Sheng praised from afar, "If he can cultivate to the Point Plane, he will be able to fight with people with his eyes closed. "

Taiyan nodded with a smile in the crowd, "This kid is indeed a genius in martial arts. The Void True Spirit Arm wasn't wasted on him. "

At that moment, countless people cheered for him. Although the Soul Douluo had already climbed out of the rock, it was difficult for him to pose a threat to Mingsi based on his current injuries. As long as Mingsi fought steadily, it would not take long for him to completely defeat Mingsi.

"As expected of the Prodigy. Its foundation is too solid. It actually managed to get up after taking my punch. . . "Mingsi secretly sighed. He had accumulated his strength for a long time. Although he did not use his full strength, he had still used seventy to eighty percent of his strength. However, he was still unable to determine the victor with a single strike.

Mingsi smiled and said as he looked at the gloomy Soul Douluo," Are you still angry? "