People Are Writing Diaries In Douluo, And The Goddess Is Going Crazy

At this moment, Yu Xiaogang was covered in wounds. The attacks from the opposite side fell on him one after another, and he could only hold his head and endure it.

Perhaps it was because he was too bored, Yu Xiaogang kept trying to persuade his opponent earnestly while attacking him.

"Hey, kid, you better get off quickly. You're too weak. Your soul power is less than level 20. Where on earth do you get the courage to sign up for the stage? Please stop wasting everyone's time."

Yu Xiaogang shook his head repeatedly and replied to his opponent with gritted teeth.

"I won't go down. I hope to have a fair fight with you. I am also a spirit master, not a waste! Luo Sanpao, your first spirit skill is to fart like thunder, and it can shatter the sky and the earth. Luo Sanpao..."

Yu Xiaogang's strong response made the audience around the ring watching this scene excited and they shouted.

"Well done, that's how it should be. No matter whether your opponent is stronger than you or not, you should have the courage to fight."

"Brother, fuck him, let him know how powerful you are."

"Beat him, hit him in the stomach, beat him to death!"

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After seeing too many fights between people of the same level or fights where the strong bully the weak, the audience has become aesthetically fatigued.

But seeing a soul master who was less than level 20 challenging a soul master who was level 31, and vowing to have a fair fight, the audience felt very sympathetic and they all cheered for Yu Xiaogang enthusiastically.

Even though they all knew that it would be extremely difficult for Yu Xiaogang to defeat his opponent with a strength of less than level 20, they still hoped for a miracle to happen.

As a result, Yu Xiaogang had just used a soul skill when he was hit by the opponent's attack like a storm. He coughed several times and spit out blood, which made the audience in the audience twitch their lips.

At this moment, the determination in Yu Xiaogang's eyes had not changed. He had already made up his mind that he wanted to fight.

Even if it was just a battle for the lowest level Iron Fighting Spirit Badge, he would fight to the end. He would defeat his opponent no matter what. He wanted to prove to his father and family that he was definitely not a waste!!!

In a VIP seat not far away, Bibi Dong, Ju Douluo and other Spirit Hall staff were watching the fight with great interest.

One of the top experts commented thoughtfully, "This young man named Yu Xiaogang has a pure heart. Although he is weak, he dares to challenge a level 31 Soul Master with a strength of less than level 20. This requires great courage."

His words quickly attracted discussions from other leaders.

"Although this guy's courage is commendable, his strength is too weak. He looks at least fifteen or sixteen years old, right? He's not even level 20. If I were him, I would have killed myself with a piece of tofu."

"Don't you think it's annoying that this guy is so persistent in the ring? Losing the match is an inevitable result, but this guy is so stubborn that he insists on staying in the ring. Isn't it boring?"

"That's right. In the Iron Fighting Soul Badge competition, both sides must be at least Soul Master to be worth watching. But this guy named Yu Xiaogang insisted on staying on the stage. His opponent was obviously concerned about something and didn't use any ruthless force. Otherwise, this guy would have been thrown out of the stage long ago."

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Listening to her companions' discussions, Bibi Dong said nothing. She just glanced indifferently at Yu Xiaogang who was still being beaten, and sneered in her heart.

The person I was supposed to like was this ignorant guy? Was I out of my mind? Was I kicked by a donkey? Or was I caught in a door?

What's so good about this guy? It's ok to be a loser, but at least he looks good. How can he win my heart when he looks so ordinary? ? ?

When did her standards become so low? She even looked down upon such a loser? She now seriously suspected that the guy named Zhao Ling had slandered her and defamed her in his diary.

By the way, thinking of Zhao Ling, Bibi Dong was curious whether he had arrived, so she scanned the entire place, but there were so many people everywhere, and even if she saw an acquaintance, it was difficult to tell them apart.

Not to mention identifying the guy suspected to be called Zhao Ling from the huge crowd. After taking a quick look around, she withdrew her gaze and decided not to look for him anymore. She would just wait for the guy to show up himself.

On the ring, Yu Xiaogang's opponent was speechless, feeling extremely unlucky, and cursed inwardly, "Damn it..."

This was clearly his first fight in the Great Fighting Spirit Arena, but his opponent was a scumbag who wasn't even at level 20.

The gap in strength between the two sides was ridiculously large, and he could easily knock this guy off the field.

But he felt that the gap between himself and his opponent was too big, and even if he defeated the opponent, it would not be a fair victory.

So he kept trying to persuade this guy to leave the ring on his own, so as to avoid winning in an ignominious way.

But no matter how earnestly he tried to persuade him, this opponent was unwilling to leave the ring, and even said that he wanted to have a fair fight with him and hoped that he would not hold back.

God damn, don't hold back. The gap between the two sides is so huge. If you don't hold back, what if you kill this guy?

The main thing is that I am not fighting a life-and-death battle now. If I kill the opponent, not only will I lose the qualification for the competition, but it may also bring unnecessary trouble.

He felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten shit. Seeing that Yu Xiaogang was still being stubborn, he simply stopped holding back and launched a thunderous attack on him. He wanted to knock this guy off the ring.

When his opponent got really serious in his attack, Yu Xiaogang was quickly forced to the corner of the ring and was finally kicked off the ring. After kicking him off, his opponent started cursing.

"You're not even level 20 yet, are you crazy enough to run into the ring? Go get treatment if you have an illness in the future, don't run into the ring and seek death."

Yu Xiaogang was kicked off the ring and fell flat on his face. He stood up with difficulty. He looked very embarrassed with injuries all over his body, but his expression remained unyielding.

"I won't give up. I'm not a loser. I want to prove to my father and family that I'm not a loser."

The audience, who had been cheering for Yu Xiaogang in the audience, saw that this guy was kicked off the stage after only being handsome for two minutes, and they immediately booed.

"Tsk, I thought something unexpected would happen. He said it so nicely, but when others took it seriously, he was thrown off the stage."

"Garbage is garbage. No matter how reluctant you are to admit it, it is the truth."

"Get lost now. You are still so shameless. If you don't feel disgusted, we do."

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Listening to the audience's sarcastic remarks, Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, enduring the sarcasm and ridicule from the crowd. Why, why didn't anyone understand him...