"Hey! Look at that trick of the black tiger pulling out the heart. On the surface, it's a slap in the face, but in fact, it's a secret. Isn't it very cunning and vicious?" Zhou Yun started to show off his coquettishness again. He just heard him vomiting lotus flowers, and the crowd gradually felt that,
This guy must be a master.
"Indeed, if you don't pay attention to this move, you will be hit hard..."
"Let me ask you, do you know how to break it?" Zhou Yun shrugged his eyebrows obscenely, and everyone's attention turned to him: "How to break it?"
"Watch it... Wow!" Zhou Yun immediately imitated the people on the stage and used the Black Tiger Heart Extraction technique on the blond girl next to him! The end can be imagined...
Verisi grabbed the beast thief's hand with lightning speed, and twisted the young man to the ground. The bastard wanted to eat her in front of everyone? There was no way!
"Ouch, be gentle~ It's broken! My hand is about to be broken!"
"Awesome! Awesome!" The onlookers applauded. The beautiful lady's smooth movements instantly subdued the sneak attack of a certain cloud. Most special operators were ashamed.
For a beautiful and sharp special operator like Willis, even if you search the entire venue, you may not be able to find the second one.
"How many times have I told you not to make noise to attract attention?" Willis whispered in the young man's ear dissatisfied. She really couldn't be quiet wherever she went.
"I know, let go first, dear."
"Hmph..." The blonde girl let go of the boy in dissatisfaction.
"Next, No. 51!" The test on the No. 8 arena was completed, and the special operators of the Disarmament Council won again.
"Ha! It's finally my turn!" Zhou Yun shook the sign on his chest and squeezed his hand bones to prepare to go on stage.
"Come on! Don't let the Disarmament Council underestimate you, you must fight for us!"
"Yes! Don't let them be too arrogant!"
"Okay, I'll try my best." Zhou Yun walked up to the judges with his hands on his hips.
"Are you number 51?" The judge looked at the young man with some confusion. In his eyes, Zhou Yun was just a boy of 17 or 18 years old. He probably hadn't even graduated from college. He really shouldn't have participated in such a dangerous mission.
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"That's right." Zhou Yunqi raised his head proudly.
"Well, you choose your opponents first. Their strength is arranged from left to right, from high to low." The judges said calmly. Zhou Yun was commenting in the audience, and he naturally heard a lot. Although the argument was basically correct, but
That's just an argument.
Theory and actual combat cannot be compared. When Zhou Yun explains the opponent's weaknesses, there are too many technical requirements that even elite special operators may not be able to complete. Therefore, no matter how good the young man's words are, his reaction speed and movements cannot keep up, everything is empty talk.
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Who doesn’t know how to react with hindsight? I just hope that young and energetic young people will act within their capabilities and not make decisions beyond their capabilities.
"No need to pick, I~ want~ to beat~ ten~ Oops!" Zhou Yun said word by word, but before he finished speaking, the blond girl grabbed the back of his ear and pulled it away.
"He chooses the one on the far right!" Willis made the decision for the boy. As expected, the bastard didn't take her words seriously and knew he would cause trouble.
"Huh?" Zhou Yun looked shocked, didn't kissing Xiao Lis mean he was bullying someone? Even if he hits ten times, it's still bullying...
"What are you talking about! You must lose this contest!"
"Why? It's wrong to lie!"
"Do you want the whole world to know that you are Zhou Yun?" Wei Lisi had the urge to strangle Mou Yun to death.
"I don't want to." Zhou Yun curled his lips: "But winning doesn't prove that I am Zhou Yun!"
If it is true as the blonde girl said, whoever wins is Zhou Yun, then the whole world will not know that he is Zhou Yun, but the whole world will become Zhou Yun.
"Winning doesn't prove that you are Zhou Yun, but not winning definitely doesn't prove that you are Zhou Yun!"
"These words are too profound. Let me think about it after the game..." Zhou Yun jumped onto the ring. Winning or losing didn't matter to him. The important thing was to see his opponent's performance.
If the visitor is polite and not arrogant, it doesn't matter if he falls down after playing for a while, but if there comes a bastard who wants to crush his eggs with one hand, then you can only say sorry, your father is scared
Big!
Zhou Yun shook his shoulders, jumped into the air and jumped onto the nearly two-meter-high ring. His graceful movements reminded people of the male protagonist in a TV series who participated in a martial arts competition to find a bride.
"Please advise." The special operators of the Disarmament Council were of high quality and handed over their hands very politely. Then they put on a fighting posture and let the young man take the lead. Maybe he did this because Zhou Yun looked too young...
"Concession!" Zhou Yun launched an offensive without hesitation, charging fiercely and using the three gangster skills of double flying, and suddenly kicked his opponent.
The power of the flying kick is endless, and it will definitely feel uncomfortable once kicked. However, the opponent seems to have a friendly attitude, so Zhou Yun does not intend to kick him hard.
The special operators of the Disarmament Council ducked sideways and easily avoided the boy's seemingly sharp attack. Then they started to fight back...
However, at the moment when the special operators of the Disarmament Council turned around to counterattack, Zhou Yun was one step faster than him to steady his steps and launched a frenzied attack: "Pegasus Meteor Fist, wah-cha-cha-cha-cha!"
A heavy rain of pear-like fists suddenly struck, scaring the special operators of the Disarmament Council to dodge quickly.
When the audience saw this scene, they all expressed their shame. Is this the rhythm of beating the old master to death with random punches? Unfortunately, for their trained special operators, this trick is obviously useless, because random punches not only consume physical strength, but also
There will also be moments when the action stops. The person who is being beaten only needs to conserve his physical strength and protect his vital points. When Zhou Yun becomes tired, he can immediately launch a fatal counterattack...
However, an incredible situation occurred. The special operators of the Disarmament Council did not take any precautions and kept swaying left and right. Doesn't that mean giving the young man a chance to win?
Zhou Yun's random punches only need to hit the opponent's face with a bang, and the scale of victory will immediately tilt, and the Special Forces of the Disarmament Council will most likely be defeated.
"Oh~ da la da la da da da da da da da da da da da da da!..." The boy turned on the mad dog mode and chased and beat him in a violent storm.
The special operators of the Disarmament Council can only use one word to describe their current mood, and that is...depressed.
Whenever he tried to defend himself with his hands on his head, Zhou Yun always hit his arms away immediately, leaving him with no choice but to dodge.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
One minute, two minutes, three minutes...
Ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes...
Time gradually passed, and Zhou Yun's violent attacks never stopped. Not only the audience in the audience were confused, but even the judges were dumbfounded. Zhou Yun's punches were not only amazingly fast, but there was not even a gap...
Admittedly, what shocked the judges was not the young man's fierce fighting, but the special combatants of the Council for Disarmament, who managed to dodge for thirty minutes under such a dense punching wind without receiving a single punch.
"Stop!" The judges had to shout stop. If the two of them continued to consume like this, there would be no need for anyone else to test.
After ten minutes, they all felt that Zhou Yunding could only hold on for five more minutes. As a result, five minutes later, another five minutes, and five minutes later, another five minutes. Not to mention the people who were dodging were tired, even the people watching were tired.
"Ouch..." Zhou Yun's big ass sat on the ground and he complained out of breath. If the judges didn't call him to stop, he would be finished if he could hold on for another minute at most.
"How do you calculate this competition?" The special operators of the Disarmament Council were sweating profusely, and they had obviously reached their limit.
"A draw." The judges responded calmly. This competition is just a test of strength, and the outcome is irrelevant.
The two nodded and then exited the ring respectively. The special operator of the Disarmament Council was obviously exhausted and needed to be replaced.
The special operator of the Disarmament Council had just retired, and the person who replaced him couldn't help but smile: "What a pity, you will win in a while."
In the eyes of many people, the special operators of the Disarmament Council were more powerful than the young man, at least technically sharper than him. After all, the special operators of the Disarmament Council were dodging from the beginning to the end. Zhou Yun attacked like crazy and could not hurt him at all.
A hair's breadth shows the difference in strength between the two...
"Open your eyes and see clearly, can I win like this?" The special operator of the Disarmament Council took off his shirt and twisted it hard, and drops of water fell to the ground. On the other hand, Zhou Yun jumped off the stage with a playful smile, barely even a trace of sweat.
Not exposed...
"He at least has the strength of a first-level special operator."
"My God, young people today are so scary..."
"Haha, after all, he is a peripheral member of the four major families. It is not strange for a young and promising talent to appear occasionally. Maybe he is the target of the guild's key training, so he is allowed to participate in this crusade..."
The special operators of the Disarmament Council briefly exchanged words with each other, then stepped back to the backstage to rest. After thirty minutes of hard fighting, his bones were so tired that they fell apart.
"Congratulations, thank you for your hard work, little guy!"
"It's quite impressive to be able to tie with the special operators of the Disarmament Council!"
"I heard that the third-level special combatants of the Disarmament Council are more powerful than the first-level special combatants of ordinary supernatural guilds."
"Don't forget, this little guy is also a peripheral member of the four major superpower guilds. How could he lose to the Disarmament Council?"
The Discretionary Council plays the role of manager and is usually responsible for controlling the major superpower guilds. Therefore, there is a tendency to be more or less antagonistic between the superpower guilds and the Dissemination Council. Therefore, when people from both sides gather together, it is natural to divide the dissemination council camp.
And the superpower guild camp...
Zhou Yun seems to be no match for the special operators of the Disarmament Council, but his momentum cannot be underestimated. He can do all he can to suppress the opponent and beat him for thirty minutes, which is not something everyone can do.
The special operators of the Disarmament Council did not fight back, which only means that he could not find a chance to strike. In other words, Zhou Yun's attack was not neglected from beginning to end.
"Hehe, it's a prize, but it's a pity that I can't beat him." Zhou Yun grinned, but Wei Lisi grabbed him in the corner and yelled: "You went too far!"
The judges are not fools. People with low strength may not be able to see the trick, but people with a discerning eye know clearly that Zhou Yun is pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger. If he had known this, he might as well have won directly...
"You didn't let me win..." Zhou Yun looked at the blonde girl aggrievedly.
"I'll let you lose!" Willis said every word.
The blond girl looked very pretty when she was angry. Zhou Yun couldn't help but kiss the beauty's face: "Everyone takes a step back, it's a draw!"
Wei Lis wanted to give some more lectures, but she was the next person to be tested, so she had no choice but to tell Mouyun not to cause trouble and to go to the ring on his own.
"Dear, are you going to lose on purpose?"
"You still have to ask!" Willis never wanted to win, she just wanted to lose with dignity.