In the second game, Luo Bing personally selected an outer disciple. This disciple was tall and tough, and looked like a tough opponent.
However, Long Chen still did not appoint anyone to go up. Seeing that Long Chen had no instructions, an outer disciple of the Tiandihui jumped up.
I knew that disciple Long Chen, and when he was crossing the strange river with tiger-mouthed fish during the examination in another academy, Long Chen saved his life.
He was originally Qi Xin's subordinate, but because of Long Chen's kindness, he informed Qi Xin about framing Xiaoxue, and Long Chen accepted him into the Tiandihui.
This boy's name is Zhu Feng. He has good talent and is considered to be the best among the outer disciples. Seeing him go up, Long Chen nodded and slowly ran this way with another 80,000 merit points.
The burly man opposite was also in the middle stage of Yi Jin Realm. He glanced at Zhu Feng, who was only in the early stage of Yi Jin Realm, and said disdainfully:
"You are no match for me. If you are sensible, get out of here, otherwise you will die."
"Let's do it." Zhu Feng shook his head and gently took out his long sword.
"Okay, since you want to die, I will let you die."
The burly man snorted coldly, and there was a broad sword in his hand. It seemed to be quite heavy. He was probably good at strength.
"Buzz"
With a swing of the long sword, the man rushed toward Zhu Feng, his whole body like a phantom, extremely domineering.
The disciples in the 36th annex all applauded. Among the disciples in the outer sect, that burly man was the most powerful.
Not only is his cultivation strong, but his strength is also his strong point. When fighting, he can take great advantage.
Seeing the burly man slashing at him with a sword, Zhu Feng seemed not to see the broad sword in his hand. The long sword in his hand went straight to stab the opponent in the heart, and the attack was fast and swift.
The burly man couldn't help but be startled. That blow was clearly a move to kill each other. Even if we wanted to die together, we would have to wait until the end of the road to die together. How could we die together at the first moment?
What he didn't know was that this was the fighting method that Long Chen instilled in everyone on the battlefield:
Fighting is one of the most effective ways to kill, but it doesn't work for everyone, so it depends on the person.
If you fight hard, just find those who are thinking normally and are greedy for life and afraid of death. As soon as you fight hard, they will immediately soften.
Because they will be afraid, they will be terrified, and they will never dare to risk their lives with you, so you have won half the battle.
However, this method is not effective for everyone. Except for madmen and fools, only true warriors are not afraid of death and dare to die with you.
And true warriors have long taken life and death lightly and are fearless. How can they be so vain and awesome like the people in front of them?
So Zhu Feng didn't even think about it. It was a move that would hurt both sides. In the minds of these disciples in other courtyards, their lives were saved. It was Long Chen who snatched them back from the hands of the God of Death.
They have already made money, and they don't care even if they lose it, so they dare to fight hard, and their indomitable spirit can be seen in their bones.
Seeing Zhu Feng not blocking his broad sword, the burly man's expression changed. Naturally, he didn't want to lose both sides with others, so he hurriedly blocked it with the broad sword in his hand.
The two swords collided. After all, the burly man was powerful and took advantage of his cultivation. Zhu Feng was knocked back several steps.
The burly man snorted: "Nothing more than that."
The broad sword in his hand struck at Zhu Feng again, this time with greater force. It was clear that the blow just now was just a test.
The second sword was even more swift, and when it was almost about to hit Zhu Feng, the long sword in Zhu Feng's hand stabbed straight into the opponent's lower abdomen.
However, Zhu Feng was not as fast as his opponent. If he followed this posture, the opponent's long sword would be faster and hit him on the shoulder.
However, Zhu Feng's sword did not waver at all. You can cut me in two with one sword, and I can penetrate your Dantian with one sword. If I die, you will be useless.
The burly man saw that Zhu Feng's face was always calm and showed no signs of gnashing of teeth. At first, he thought he was just scaring him.
But he found that he was wrong. This bastard was not afraid of death at all. He clearly wanted to grab someone to support him before he died.
Originally, the burly man was considered a ruthless person among the outer disciples, and he was ruthless, and many disciples were injured by him.
But these days, the soft are afraid of the hard, the hard are afraid of the violent, and the violent are afraid of risking their lives. There are few people in this world who are not afraid of risking their lives.
When he saw the tall and thin man lose before, he was still full of contempt, but now when he faced Zhu Feng, he finally understood the reason of the tall and thin man.
The sword in his hand was only an inch away from hitting the opponent, but the burly man took the sword back and blocked the sword in front of his lower abdomen.
"laugh"
Because it was a change of moves, his speed was slower than Zhu Feng's. Although he blocked Zhu Feng's sword at the last moment, the tip of the sword had already hit his lower abdomen and cut a long gash in his clothes.
The burly man could even feel a chill in his abdomen. Thanks to him, he had to retract his attack, otherwise he would have died.
This blow caused the sweat on the face of the burly man to fall. Looking at Zhu Feng's calm face, he was so cruel. He didn't take his own life seriously at all.
Buzz!
When the burly man was frightened, Zhu Feng was already coming to kill him with his sword. His moves were extremely fierce, not seeking power, but seeking to kill people.
This is why Long Chen doesn't let them spar in normal times, as the spar will affect their habit of taking action. The purpose of fighting is to kill the opponent, it's not a child's play.
The example in front of me is the best proof that the burly man is much higher than Zhu Feng in terms of cultivation and combat power.
However, under Zhu Feng's desperate attack, he became helpless, hesitant to look forward and backward, and was unable to use all his abilities.
This is what Long Chen told them: when two people fight, the more afraid of death the person is, the easier it is to die.
Only by transcending the shackles of death and getting rid of the fear of death can you be absolutely calm, be able to feel the changes in the surrounding environment, capture every flaw of the enemy, and exert your most powerful power.
Defeating the strong with the weak is not really defeating the strong with the weak, but 100% using your strongest point to attack the opponent's weakest point.
In terms of skills, combat skills, cultivation, strength, mind, will, etc., on average Zhu Feng is far weaker than his opponent.
However, Zhu Feng's sheer strength of will completely destroyed the opponent's confidence and caused the opponent's combat power to plummet. This is a typical point-based Arrancar.
The burly man had the upper hand with the first move, but after the second move, he followed the same path as the first disciple.
Because Zhu Feng's moves are ruthless and he fights for his life, especially Zhu Feng's always calm face, which is even more scary than his ferocious face.
Tang Wan'er couldn't help but shook her head and looked at Long Chen. She had learned the posture of the previous disciple by 70-80%.
And this Zhu Feng actually imitated Long Chen's expression to nine extents. His breathtaking calmness was so similar.
Tang Wan'er felt funny when she thought about it. Among the disciples in other courtyards, almost everyone regarded Long Chen as their idol. In fact, no one knew that Long Chen was not yet seventeen years old and was one year younger than her.
age.
It's just that Long Chen is calm and calm that doesn't match his age, and he has wisdom far beyond his peers, so everyone thought he might be in his early twenties.
Seeing Long Chen leaning back comfortably on the chair, Tang Wan'er's heart felt warm. It felt so good to have Long Chen by her side.
She found that she relied more and more on Long Chen, as if as long as Long Chen was around, even if the sky fell, his shoulders could still bear it.
"boom"
There was an explosion on the ring, which suddenly interrupted Tang Wan'er's thoughts. She hurriedly looked at the ring and saw that Zhu Feng's left arm was drooping and broken into several sections.
The burly man opposite him had one hand covering his throat, blood flowing from his fingers, and a look of fear on his face.
"you lose"
Although one of Zhu Feng's arms was broken into several sections, his face showed no expression. He pointed a long sword at the opponent and said coldly.
The whole place was silent. Everyone could clearly see the move just now. Zhu Feng blocked a broad sword blow with his arm, but the long sword slashed across the opponent's throat.
If Zhu Feng's long sword had been thrust forward a little further, it would not have cut the throat, but the head would have fallen to the ground.
The man's throat was slit and he was speechless. His eyes were full of fear and he jumped off the ring in a hurry.
As soon as he jumped off the ring, someone immediately came to the rescue. A woodcutter came forward to stop the bleeding and heal his injuries.
If a mortal's throat is cut, he will basically die, but for a practitioner, being able to suppress the blood flow is nothing.
It was just that a wound appeared in his neck, which made the man panic. Besides escaping from death, there was no way he dared to stay in the ring.
With this man's defeat, the disciples in the Thirty-Sixth Branch felt their hearts sinking. These guys must be too ruthless.
"Asshole, you are so cruel"
Luo Bing turned blue with anger. They were not good at this kind of fighting method at all.
"ruthless?"
Long Chen smiled disdainfully: "This is also called ruthlessness, which only shows that you are too naive and ignorant.
You can ask every brother around me, which one didn't crawl out from the dead, and which one didn't kill hundreds of enemies of the same level?
Fighting across levels is just a common occurrence, and we have all walked through the bones and flesh of evil disciples along the way.
When we face the test of blood and fire, you are all lying in a honey pot and acting coquettishly. Are you qualified to compete with us? How dare you look down on us? It's really funny!"
Following Long Chen's words, all the disciples in the other courtyard felt proud from the bottom of their hearts. They felt that their blood was hot again, as if they had returned to the battlefield with Long Chen.
"Stop talking nonsense, you lost the second game again, hurry up and give me the money." Long Chen secretly cursed himself for talking to her, why don't you come over and slap us in the face, then come on.
"Don't worry, I, Luo Bing, will never fall for a group of beggars." Luo Bingbing snorted, shook his hand and threw his nameplate over, letting Elder Tu Fang collect it himself.
One is that she believes that Tu Fang will not dare to charge her more merit points, and the other is that if she does it herself, the feeling of cutting her flesh will be very bad.
When the nameplate returned to Luo Bing's hand again, there was another 80,000 merit points missing from the nameplate in his hand.
Although Luo Bing tried her best to pretend to be indifferent, the corners of her mouth trembled slightly, indicating that she was not in a good mood.
"Hmph, in the next game, let's change the level and the core disciples will fight."