Chapter 141: Marksmanship? Know some basics. 7,000-word monthly pass)
Zhang Anxia picked up the strong man and threw him onto the stretcher of the medical team aside.
The remaining eight people fell into a brief silence. None of them expected that this guy who looked the thinnest was actually the toughest.
Everyone looked at each other, but no one moved forward.
Finally, a young woman wearing a white veil walked onto the ring. She cupped her hands to He Aogong and said, "Hello, peacemaker."
This is her code name.
"mercenary."
He Ao also bowed his hand.
At this time, the woman raised her head and stared at He Ao.
Under the gaze of this gaze, He Ao felt that his heart gradually calmed down, and his desire to fight gradually decreased.
Then he calmly and politely lifted the woman up and threw her out of the ring.
He Ao has never had any desire to fight. He is just a good man who abides by the law and acts in accordance with the established goals.
The woman didn't realize what was wrong until she fell to the ground and her butt was in close contact with the earth.
But after one person started, one after another people began to come to the ring to challenge He Ao.
"Have you seen the real details of that guy?"
The woman wearing a white mask and a fisherman's hat gently touched the young man wearing Kungfu training clothes next to her. She and the young man in Kung Fu training clothes seemed to be familiar friends.
"Did you see the vegetable bag opened on his head?"
The young man in the training uniform leaned over slightly and his eyes stayed on the ring. At this moment, He Ao was fighting the man in armor.
"Huh? What's wrong? It's just an ordinary vegetable bag."
The woman in the white mask said doubtfully.
At this time, He Aozheng easily knocked the armored man to the ground, picked him up and threw him under the ring.
"If you look carefully, he is actually walking very fast. At such a fast speed, the wind force brought by the oncoming airflow is not small. And is there any fluctuation in the paper bag on his head?"
The young man in sportswear asked in a deep voice.
"It seems..." The woman in the white mask watched He Ao's movements carefully. The paper bag on He Ao's head undulated slightly with He Ao's movements, but it was like a tightly tied helmet and was not damaged at all.
There are no traces of airflow, "really no..."
She looked at the young man in sportswear with confusion, "Is this difficult?"
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The young man in sportswear was silent for a moment and said slowly, "It's difficult. This requires an extreme grasp of the force, so that the wind blowing is just offset by the force of the body in the bag, so that the paper bag is always in a state of balance.
, this force must be extremely precise. Once the direction of the force deviates, the fragile paper bag will be directly torn."
"Oh," the woman in the white mask nodded in understanding, and then she asked, "Can you do it?"
"I..." The young man in sportswear paused, his eyes followed He Ao closely, "No."
The woman with the white mask knew that her friend had always been strong, and being recognized by him meant that she was really powerful in the ring.
"I want to see how powerful he is."
She passed the young man in sportswear, walked to the ring, jumped onto the ring with a slight jump.
"Wind spirit."
She gently cupped her hands towards He Ao.
"mercenary."
He Ao also returned the gift with his hand.
Then when He Ao handed over his hand, the wind spirit on the opposite side quickly raised his hand, and a gust of upward wind hit He Ao's face, blowing the paper bag covering his head.
The paper bag was lifted up slightly, and then quickly calmed down. Although the sides were blown by the wind and pressed against He Ao's cheek, it did not move up even one point.
Feng Ling's face turned red, she clenched her teeth and tried hard to maintain the gust of wind.
He Ao looked at her with interest.
There is information about Fengling in Liu Nan's information. Although it is very small, it shows that Fengling's talent is a 'sleight of hand apprentice'.
The last magic apprentice He Ao saw was the "magician" who was crucified by him in the unfinished building of the kindergarten and had gone crazy.
A magician can conjure a white dove, while a wind spirit can summon flowing wind. Do magic apprentices have different abilities?
But they all seem to be magic?
Is this a mage-like talent?
So what is the subsequent promotion talent of this talent? Magician? Mage? Grand Mage?
While He Ao was thinking, the wind blowing against his cheek gradually stopped.
Fengling bent down, supported his knees with both hands, and gasped, "You are awesome, I will admit defeat."
Then she jumped directly off the stage.
When the next challenger came on stage, Fengling had already returned to the young man in sportswear, found a chair and sat down, picked up his water glass, and gasped while saying, "He is really awesome."
"Um."
The young man in sportswear was still watching He Ao's movements closely.
"You're looking at it so seriously, why don't you go up and give it a try?"
Fengling asked with some confusion.
The young man in sportswear moved his fingers forward and leaned forward. He seemed to be moved by the proposal at a certain moment. In the end, he withdrew his hand and said softly, "I'll watch it for a while."
Just like that, time passed quickly, and soon, the thirty-minute time limit was about to arrive, and He Ao still stood quietly on the stage.
Except when he threw others out of the ring, no one could even make him move even half an inch.
The nine people sitting here are obviously not all specially appointed researchers. After all, going to the ruins means facing death. Many people cannot make this determination. Only a few can come here, and they should be the stronger ones among the specially appointed researchers.
exist.
But even these relatively strong people have very low proficiency in their talents. Not to mention that their own strengths are all E-level or even F-level. As far as talent proficiency is concerned, they are beaten by Bulls and
The magicians have widened the gap, not to mention those powerful talents in the dungeon world who have been trained through life and death.
He Ao could defeat these people with one hand. For him who was used to fighting between life and death, this battle was so boring that he felt a little sleepy.
He began to regret why he didn't let these people go together at the beginning. This way, defeating him all at once would save some time and add a little more pressure to himself.
His fighting skills were all honed in life and death, so it would be a bit boring for him to play this kind of friendly match with others.
At the last minute, He Ao threw the man with the pig head mask off the ring.
Just when he thought no one was coming to challenge, the young man in sportswear who had been watching his moves from the audience jumped up.
He raised his hands to He Ao and said, "Fighter."
His whole body was shaken, and bursts of crackling sounds came out of his body.
interesting.
He Ao stared at the 'fighter' in front of him.
The opponent gave him the feeling that he had really practiced martial arts. Although his physical fitness was built up by talent, his movements had a unique temperament that he had practiced martial arts for many years.
"please!"
He Ao raised his hand slightly, indicating that he would make the first move.
But he made no move, instead staring at the paper bag on He Ao's head.
Sweat dripped down his forehead, and the surrounding time seemed to have stopped. The fighter kept staring at He Ao. This short minute seemed as long as a century.
The two of them were in a stalemate for a short time.
Jingle Bell--
The sudden ringing of the bell interrupted their movements. Thirty minutes were up.
The fighter fell weakly on the ring and sobbed painfully.
"I can't do it, I can't understand it, why? Why?"
He Ao's eyes stayed on this young man in sportswear.
The information given by Liu Nan gave a very high evaluation to this young man, thinking that he was the strongest among all the specially appointed researchers in Xidu City.
['Fighter', talent: 'Fighter', E-level, practicing martial arts since childhood, extremely talented in martial arts, able to fight against F-level extraordinarys before awakening his talent.]
At this moment, He Ao could actually understand the emotions of the 'fighter'.
Ridgit felt the same despair when he realized that there was no possibility of progress in his martial arts path.
It was the despair of a man who was confident in his talent in martial arts when faced with a threshold he couldn't understand and couldn't break through.
Others competed with He Aobi and could only recognize He Aoqiang.
The fighter saw where He Aoqiang was.
He realized that He Ao was walking on a road that was much further ahead than him, but he also realized that there was absolutely no way for him to break through. His knowledge and experience could not understand how to get through this road.
of.
This is the reason for his despair.
He could have been a sleeping person, but he saw the reality of the world at a sudden glance, but he could not enter that real world.
He Ao withdrew his gaze and prepared to walk off the ring.
At this time, the 'fighter' in sportswear suddenly blocked his way and knelt in front of him, "Can you tell me how you did it? How can you do it... Don't let that happen?"
Paper bags fell from my head."
The audience was shocked by the fighter's sudden burst of tears, and then saw the fighter kneeling in front of He Ao and asking why the paper bag didn't fall down. Some people couldn't help laughing.
"Why doesn't it fall off? Of course it can't fall off the hood."
Some slight chatter came from under the ring.
Next to the discussion, there were the slightly frowned brows of others. They had fought with He Ao, but they thought He Ao had a fixed mask on his head that was the same as theirs, so they didn't pay attention.
At this moment, the fighter's words reminded them, what if what was on He Ao's head was not just a mask, but really just a paper bag of unsealed vegetables that was casually put on his head?
How did he keep such a paper bag over his head without falling off during strenuous exercise, or even seeing signs of looseness? Especially when a 'mage' who controlled the 'wind' once blew it hard.
Down.
These people began to feel chills running down their spines. Only then did they realize what kind of monster they had just faced.
"Simple," He Ao took out a roll of transparent tape from his pocket, "Just stick it on."
puff--
Feng Ling, who was drinking water, squirted out a mouthful of water.
"Glue...tape?"
The fighter stared blankly at the transparent tape in He Ao's hand, as if his whole body had fallen into a state of stillness.
There were also various embarrassing sounds of drinking water coming from the audience, as if they were trying to cover up the inexplicable thoughts in their minds.
He Ao bypassed the young man kneeling in front of him and walked off the ring.
Fengling quickly jumped onto the ring to support her friend, "Look at you, fighting wits and courage against the air. You have to imagine so many complicated plots about a roll of tape. I'm telling you to believe it."
Science, read less of those weird martial arts novels."
The fighter was a little lost and was helped up by his friend. He stared blankly at the back of He Ao walking towards Zhang Anxia, "Is it just tape..."
He was a little disappointed, and vaguely felt that something was wrong.
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"You boy..."
Zhang Anxia patted He Ao on the shoulder.
He knew He Aoqiang, but he didn't expect He Aoqiang to be this strong.
In this first round, He Ao stood from the beginning to the end, and the other people who had the longest time did not exceed ten minutes. The score was opened at this moment.
"Next round of shooting, how is your marksmanship?"
He Ao's score in the first round was so high that Zhang Anxia's worries gradually subsided. However, he had seen He Ao's resume and it seemed that He Ao had not been exposed to firearms in his life, which made him a little worried.
Worrying about the results in the second round.
However, most of the specially-appointed researchers have never been exposed to firearms, so this competition is just a competition between the short ones and the tall ones. Zhang Anxia feels that He Aocha is not far behind. With the score bonus in the first round, it should not be a big problem in the end.
"Marksmanship?" He Ao looked at the time and thought for a moment, "You know some basics."
"It's okay, just do your best."
Zhang Anxia patted He Ao on the shoulder.
The opened vegetable paper bag on He Ao's head shook slightly.
Zhang Anxia looked at the unsealed vegetable paper bag on He Ao's head. In fact, he discovered the problem with this paper bag earlier than the fighter. He asked softly, "Is this paper bag really stuck with tape?"
He Ao glanced at him and smiled, "Lao Zhang, didn't you watch me put it on?"
Zhang Anxia looked at He Ao's eyes, smiled, and did not continue to ask this question.
He only saw He Ao casually put the bag on his head, and then dug two holes. There was never any fixing process.
Not to mention the complicated operation of taping them together.
He Ao's rhetorical question itself gave him the answer.
