Douluo: Cutting me drops treasures; Bi Bidong got addicted

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo arrived at the viewing stand area, but there were too many onlookers in front, seriously obstructing their view.

"Old Ghost, clear the way."

Chrysanthemum Douluo tilted his chin up and ordered in a shrill voice.

Ghost Douluo's face showed reluctance: "Why do I always have to do this kind of thing..."

Chrysanthemum Douluo raised an eyebrow, said in a sycophantic tone, "Such tasks should be left to the ugly ones~"

"Screw off, death chrysanthemum spewing crap as soon as you open your mouth!"

Ghost Douluo glared fiercely at Chrysanthemum Douluo.

With a sullen expression, he walked forward and in a voice deep and ghostly, he said, "Make way——"

The Soul Masters in front turned their heads, suddenly seeing a ghostly face appear behind them.

"Aiyo, my goodness!"

The Soul Master was so frightened that he shivered and hurriedly stepped aside.

Ghost Douluo thus used his own "ghost face," coupled with the underworldly aura he exuded, to carve out a bloody path straight to the stand.

Gradually, the Soul Masters began to recognize their identities.

"Heavens, aren't those the two famously distinguished Elders from Martial Soul Hall?!"

"Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo!"

"I heard they are highly favored by the Pope!"

"They must have come here following the Pope's orders, right?"

"My gosh! Even the Pope knows about this matter!"

"Could she also come here to join in the fray?!"

"I never thought I'd get to see the living Pope in my lifetime, do you know? I heard she's a real beauty!"

No sooner had the person finished speaking than Ghost Douluo frowned and looked over.

Pressure from a Titled Douluo's aura instantly made the speaker's blood freeze, body stiffen, and he began trembling violently.

Dare to discuss the Pope, tired of living?

At that moment, Chrysanthemum Douluo patted him.

"Old Ghost, look, someone is attacking up there."

"Third Soul Skill, Sweeping Thousands of Troops!"

A young man on the stand shouted, and at the same time, his third Soul Ring shone brightly, though it was only a White Level.

The black scythe spun wildly around his body, creating gusts of wind, and finally struck Lin Yi's neck.

"Clang!"

"Crack——"

The black scythe Martial Soul actually shattered on the spot!

The young man knelt down incredulously, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The shattering of a Martial Soul indeed was a kind of damage to Soul Masters.

Lin Yi frowned, raised his hand, and moved his slightly stiff neck.

Probably because he had claimed the reward would be substantial if someone could kill him.

As a result, most Soul Masters chose to strike directly at his neck...

After half a day, his neck had been chopped at thirty-seven times already.

Of course, not a single hair on his head had been harmed.

However, there were not a few Soul Masters whose Martial Souls had shattered as a result, and now, there was one more in front of him.

[Blood Loss: 1838]

[Remaining Health: 999999875622]

[Damage Level: White]

[Random Reward: One thousand Silver soul coins]

[Host Reward: One thousand golden soul coins]

Seeing these figures, Lin Yi couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

He couldn't actually feel the strength of each attack, after all, no matter how serious the damage, it was insignificant to him.

So he could only guess the strength of an attack based on the data displayed on the panel.

But this one right in front of him...

"Brother, go back and train some more, your... is too weak, 1838 damage, still more than three thousand points away from the Yellow Level I recognize."

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Lin Yi said with some resignation.

After experiencing so many rounds of attack, he had simply started informing the opponents of their damage data each time.

Not only could this let them clearly understand their own damage data, but it also helped them grasp the distance to the next Damage Level.

It was, in a way, setting a clear goal for them to strive for.

Upon hearing this, Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo exchanged glances.

"He actually categorized the damage caused by the attacks into specific grades? And there are even precise data for it?"

"Not sure, let's see."

…

Lin Yi threw a pile of silver soul coins, glowing with white light, in front of the young man.

But the latter, refusing to believe, widened his eyes in disbelief, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and knelt on the ground, grabbing Lin Yi's thigh.

"Senior! Could there be a mistake? This is my third soul skill! How could it only do 1838 damage, it should be at least five thousand, right?!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Yi let out a cold snort.

"With such little damage, you're thinking of mooching a Yellow Level reward? Where do you get the confidence? Your martial soul quality is too low, and the quality of your Soul Ring is poor too, so it makes sense that your damage is low."

After saying that, without Lin Yi having to lift a finger, two Soul Masters from the queue step forward, picked up the young man, and threw him off the platform.

"Heh, even I can tell that this Soul Master's third soul skill is weak as hell. And yet he still wants a Yellow reward? My brother and I's Soul Fusion Skill barely managed to inflict 5046 damage."

"Only 5046 damage with a Soul Fusion Skill? You and your brother are truly incompetent."

"… Are you that amazing? Go on, fight me one-on-one!"

"Regrettably, my third soul skill just dealt 6042 damage on Senior just now."

"Big shot!!!"

…

Listening to the Soul Masters' discussions around them, Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo felt like their worldview had been refreshed.

These Soul Masters… why do they seem to have the feeling of gaining experience from killing?

Lin Yi sat cross-legged, his gaze calmly fixed on the scene before him.

After his spiritual power reached ten thousand, he could easily master everything happening on the scene.

He was aware that two Titled Douluos had arrived below the stage...

The moment Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo showed up, Lin Yi's spiritual power had locked onto them.

He knew very well.

If Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo had appeared, Bi Bidong wouldn't be far away.

Thinking of this, Lin Yi's lips curled into a smile.

After being scraped for most of the day, he now felt like a hungry wolf eyeing a fat sheep upon seeing the Titled Douluos.

He was too greedy, greedy for the Titled Douluos' damage!

"Lin is actually very grateful that everyone generously offered their powers, though they vary in strength, to Lin, this is a manifestation of the passion of the citizens of Soul City."

Lin Yi began to use his acting skills to entrap them.

The effect was very evident; the expressions of many onlooking Soul Masters changed.

They muttered:

"We came to kill him for the rewards, and he actually says we're selfless and thanks us..."

"It's clearly Senior who is too selfless!"

"Senior! You should not say so! We are the ones who should thank you!"

"Yes, my wife was sick, and I had no money. It's thanks to slashing Senior that I got two golden soul coins!"

Lin Yi smiled slightly, though his heart kept twitching.

Bragging about getting just two golden soul coins?

"But everyone's damage didn't give Lin any hope of dying any time soon, with Soul Masters capable of inflicting Yellow Level damage being few and far between..."

At this, many Soul Masters shamefully lowered their heads.

They blamed their own lack of skill for not fulfilling Senior Lin Yi's wish.

Then, the Soul Masters in queue suddenly turned their attention to Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, inviting the two Titled Douluos enthusiastically.

"Respected Titled Douluos, please cut in line!"

Seeing this, Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo were dumbfounded.

"Yes, yes, let the Titled Douluos cut in line quickly. Otherwise, if Senior Lin Yi can't see hope of dying and leaves Soul City, how can we... cough! How can we continue doing good deeds!"

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