Chapter Twelve Come and Punch Me With All Your Strength
Chapter 12 Come on, punch me with all your strength
In the long dark night, Yeyue flew to the top of the highest library in the college. A figure was already waiting there. It was Dean Wihard. Yeyue smiled and said: "Dean, what do you want from me?"
Weihard half-squinted his eyes: "Yeyue, originally I thought you were just a top genius. I didn't expect that when I saw you defeat the ninth-level early stage strongman that day, I knew that your name would be resounding throughout the continent in the near future. Today I just wanted to
I want to talk to you, I haven’t had anyone to chat with my old man for a long time.”
Yeyue: It's disturbing your dreams. I thought he saw it. Besides, I'm actually old enough to be your grandfather, yet you actually talked to me in such a tone of elder talking to a younger generation. I thought so in my heart, but my mouth said
Said: "Okay."
Yeyue discovered that the people in this continent are very tough. They are only a few hundred years old and have the strength of immortals. There are even immortals who are dozens of years old. This makes him, a genius, ashamed. However, the cultivators of Yunmeng Continent and the immortal world
The difference is that they don't have Yuanshen, that is to say, they don't cultivate Yuanshen, so there is basically no possibility of resurrection after death, and the realm and strength do not match. Like this old man, whose strength is at the peak of the ninth level, but his realm is not as good as
In the Mahayana stage, if inner demons arise, the iron will definitely be swallowed up. The strength of the body is also different. Once it is consumed, it will be gone. You have to sit down and practice self-cultivation. If the immortal energy is exhausted, you only need to drag it for a while, and the immortal energy in the body will automatically
The people in Yunmeng Continent still have to rely on meditation. The power of immortal magic is no less than that of magic. There is no need to recite incantations. Like the magicians here, even if the Dharma Saint comes to fight against a loose immortal, he will be killed long ago.
They were reduced to rubbish, and it took seven or eight seconds to launch an attack. A magician couldn't compare to an immortal cultivator, and a warrior's physical strength couldn't compare to a demon cultivator. The difference was too far. Although this somewhat belittled the alien combat professionals, at night
In Yue's eyes, it's really not worth mentioning.
Wihard said: "Then let me get straight to the point. Yeyue, can you tell me who your mentor is? I really want to meet this expert?"
Yeyue laughed, "I don't have any mentors."
Vihard smiled and said: "Do you think I will believe it? You have to figure it out on your own and you can achieve such superb martial arts in your twenties. What's more, the fighting spirit in your body is very strange. I have never seen that bastard Kachi.
When I introduced you, I refused to reveal your origin, that is, him. If someone introduces someone with unknown origin to me as a teacher, I will definitely kick that person out."
In her twenties, Ye Yue smiled to herself. She indeed looked like a young man in her mid-twenties.
"Oh?" Yeyue was a little surprised: "You and Kaqi have a good relationship?"
"Of course, otherwise you think you can become a teacher directly without any tests. Vihard rolled his eyes. Every teacher at the Royal Academy of Magical Martial Arts has a very clean background and has to go through many tests. You are the only one who does not need any tests."
Anyone who enters here should feel proud. To be admired by Kaqi like this, you must be special. I just discovered a few days ago that you are not an ordinary eighth-level warrior."
"Haha." Yeyue smiled and said nothing. Of course I am extraordinary. I am extraordinary enough to defeat you, a ninth-level peak fire magic saint, with your eighth-level peak strength.
"In this way, Teacher Yeyue, let's have a test. The time limit is a quarter of an hour. If you lose within a quarter of an hour, how about you tell me your origin?" After saying that, Vihard's face was slightly red, a ninth-level Dharma Saint.
Are you going to compete with an eighth-level warrior, and you don't know how to bully someone?
The corners of Yeyue's mouth turned up, and her eyes were a little cunning, "If I survive it, what's the benefit? If there's no benefit, I won't be in a big loss."
Wihard said: "What benefit do you want?"
"If I survive, give me your magic experience." Yeyue plans to practice magic. Although the level of magic is much lower than that of fairy magic, it is still necessary to study magic. Know yourself and the enemy, and win every battle. Learn
A little magic might increase your mental strength.
Magic experience can be said to be one of the most valuable things for a magician. I thought Wihard would consider it.
Unexpectedly, Vihard agreed immediately. He probably thought that Yeyue would not be able to survive this quarter of an hour. A ninth-level Dharma Saint could kill ten people in a matter of seconds if he was prepared.
The eighth level peak warrior.
The two found an open place in the back mountain. They were only thirty meters apart, which was a dangerous distance for an abnormal magician.
"Let's begin." As soon as he finished speaking, Vihard fired a fireball, which was instantaneous. The Dharma Saint can instantly cast magic below level five. Yeyue Xianyuan gathered in his right hand and blasted away the fireball with one punch.
Vihard fired more than ten fireballs at once. The five-level explosive fireballs in Vihard's hands had about the power of sixth-level magic. At the same time, Vihard chanted: "O great God of Fire, Stylanx,
Please accept the allegiance of your servant, Explosives."
Although Yeyue could only use the power of an eighth-level warrior, the quality of his immortal energy was not only many times higher than that of magic fighting energy, but he still punched him forward.
With a "boom" sound, the opponent's offensive was easily defeated.
Vihard was dumbfounded. It was a seventh-level magic, and when used in his own hands, it reached a quasi-eighth level of power. Although he had seen some people resist it, Yeyue was only an eighth-level warrior, who was in the early stage of the ninth level.
The Martial Saint may not be able to crack it so easily.
After thinking about it, Vihard immediately raised his hands and sent two exploding fireballs flying away.
Yeyue volleyed her palm in the air, and a Buddha's palm one foot high and four feet thick covered it, directly breaking the fireball.
"Fire Dragon Technique". Eighth-level magic, a long fire dragon rushed over.
"Bang", the Buddha's palm and the fire dragon were shattered at the same time. Both sides were shocked by the power of their opponent's moves. Vihard: It seems that I have to use my newly invented magic. This kid is not simple. The fire dragon came out of the staff again, and
There were more than one, eight in total, and they were bigger than the one just now. Vihard regretted using them. The power of this superimposed fire dragon spell was comparable to ninth-level magic. Even mid-level ninth-level warriors couldn't bear it. Although Yeyue
He was special, and he was only an eighth-level peak warrior. If he was killed by accident, the master behind this kid would come to visit him. Vihard's lips twitched, and he could only pray that Yeyue would be okay.
Yeyue's escape routes were all blocked, but seeing that he would not retreat but advance, he faced him again, his whole body emitting golden light.
Oh my god, does he want to die? He is trying to resist the ninth level magic. Even the martial saints below the peak of the ninth level dare not say that they can be safe and sound. Vihard scolded Ye Yue for being an idiot in his heart.
"Boom", dust and smoke billowed, Yeyue actually stood there peacefully, Wihard couldn't believe his eyes, this must be too powerful.
Yeyue smiled faintly and said: "Dean, can you give me your magic experience? The quarter of an hour is already up."
With a pained expression on his face, Wihard thrust a parchment book into Yeyue's hand. This was his life's work. He suddenly said seriously: "Yeyue, punch me with all your strength."
"What?" Yeyue thought she heard wrongly.
Wihard said: "I want you to punch me as hard as you can."
Yeyue was stunned and said, "Why?"
Wihard said: "Don't worry, just hit me with all your strength." This kid's fighting spirit is too weird. Wihard wants to test the punch with himself to find out more, how can an eighth-level warrior use this?
This kind of fighting spirit breaks through the ninth-level magic. This is too much.