When the four arms intersected, a wave of air suddenly spread out, and a large number of debris and dust from the clothes on the arms were shattered and scattered.
Jialong and Anji Tielin were entangled fiercely, and their arms collided rapidly, making a sound of gold and iron.
Without any other skills. Just using his arms, Garen suppressed Anji Tielin in just a few seconds. He blocked the opponent's two-arm attack with one arm. Occasionally, he could deflect the opponent's attack with one move.
The other arm penetrated the gap in the middle and hit Anji Tielin with a palm.
Bang!
Anji Tielin was hit in the chest, and his face turned pale instantly. He took a few steps back and stood still, looking at the freshman chief in front of him. For a moment, he didn't know what to say, and his face turned red and white.
Be quiet.
Faintly, Anji Tielin felt that the new chief Nono Siwa not only had no flaws in martial arts like him, but the most important thing was that there was an indescribable sense of oppression in his movements. This feeling was not that of those who were ranked higher in the front.
The bloody murderous intent of the actual combat master is more... an indescribable feeling of trembling.
"You can reach this level at this age...I underestimated you." Anji Tielin covered his chest and turned pale.
"You are already doing very well." Garen shook his head slightly, "Continue?"
"I..." Anji Tielin was about to speak, but was suddenly interrupted by another voice.
"Let me do it, Angie."
Not far away, a young man with long black hair stepped onto the martial arts field, casually took off his black coat and threw it to his companions behind him.
"Bailey?" Anji Tielin was silent for a while. He said no more and chose to step down by himself. Before leaving, he whispered to Garen. "Be careful, that guy is ranked seventh and has a bad temper."
Garen nodded, accepted the other party's kindness, and set his sights on the man on stage opposite. This guy named Bailey seemed to be filled with black mist, giving people an inexplicable and looming illusion.
"Seventh ranked...it seems a little different." He felt that the other party's mental willpower seemed to be not just one person, but seemed to be two.
"The third level of consciousness. Being able to use it to this extent depends entirely on your own strong physical fitness." Bailey's eyes seemed to have something that could be scanned and seen through. There were faint white light spots flickering.
Garen's heart trembled, he didn't say anything, he just looked at the other person quietly.
"Your physical fitness is very scary. Either you have been soaked in strengthening liquid, or you may have been genetically modified. But it doesn't matter." Bailey smiled slightly, "These are not important. Although the physical fitness may increase the body's resistance and strength speed, but
Pure suppression of consciousness is the real way."
"Pure consciousness suppression?" Garen was slightly vigilant. He was not very familiar with the real secret skills of consciousness. He could only pay attention to the movements around him at all times. His opponent was the seventh-ranked master. In the entire Black Pan Academy, he practiced Pan.
The people of Eagle Talon are all at the top of the pyramid. Judging from their age and aura, they are obviously not rookies who have not experienced fighting. Such an opponent is enough to be treated as a real enemy.
"We are both geniuses at the Eagle's Nest, let me give you some pointers...!!" Before the final 'ba' sound could be heard, Bailey waved his right arm out in an instant, his arm like a sharp knife. It cut through the air, and it was actually faint.
There was a hint of fishy-sweet smell, forming a black shadow of an arm in the air, grabbing Garen like a black snake ropeway.
Where the ground was affected by the shadow of the arm, there were faint signs of corrosion and discoloration, showing the terrifying toxins of this shadow. The alloy ground was also corroded in an instant. If it were replaced by human skin, it would probably be eroded and necrotic in an instant.
"Toxic!" Garen frowned slightly and stepped back a few steps as fast as lightning to avoid the phantom's attack. However, the entire area within a few meters of the opponent was enveloped in poisonous gas, making it impossible to get in.
Bailey stood on the martial arts field like a hedgehog covered in thorns, making it difficult for people to start.
Bang!
Another phantom of an arm hit the ground behind Garen. Although he dodged it, some black smoke was still entangled with it. The strange thing was that the black smoke seemed to have its own consciousness and actively clung to the skin of Garen's body.
, was shaken lightly by him and was directly shaken away.
The two of them struck and retreated, and before they knew it, Garen was completely suppressed.
Without letting go of his physical limitations, he was actually directly suppressed by his opponent with the secret skill of consciousness. This made Garen more and more excited. He met a guy ranked seventh in the rankings and could actually perform without the need for a mecha.
This kind of actual combat ability really shows the terrifying degree of consciousness blessing.
A pilot with strong consciousness, even without a mecha, is equivalent to a top master with strong internal strength. It is not easy to deal with ordinary people. The development of his own cells has reached a powerful level.
Thinking of this, Garen relaxed his restrictions a little. After all, these people's consciousness is stronger than him, but their physical qualities are not much higher than the average of normal people. Just like Bailey in front of him,
At most, his quality is only 1.2 or 1.3, which means he is a little stronger than the average adult. It can be judged from his reaction speed and the strength of his movements. This also shows that consciousness training seems to be effective only in the moment of blessing, not in the absence of blessing.
, that is, they are still the original qualities of ordinary people.
Garen understood the gap between consciousness and secret martial arts, and without further ado, he took a step forward, raised his palm into a sword, and slashed forward fiercely.
Woo!!
With a scream, he blasted out an invisible airflow from his palm, blowing away the poisonous smoke in front of him. Taking advantage of the small amount of air that the poisonous smoke dispersed, he suddenly rushed forward and punched Bailey inside.
"Poison Pond!" Bailey opened his mouth, and his consciousness surged suddenly. It was not level four consciousness, but level five!!
The powerful consciousness was blown out in all directions, forming an invisible force field shock wave, which violently hit Garen who rushed forward.
Bang!!
He flew backwards, his legs sliding on the ground leaving long black marks, and he slowly stopped until the soles of his leather shoes were worn out.
Garen's consciousness wrapped around his own body to protect him from the poisonous smoke of the other party's consciousness. However, Garen also felt a tearing pain in his brain at this time. It was obvious that his consciousness was traumatized and he needed to rest.
The gap between level five and level three is really big. If it weren't for Garen's strong physique, he would have fallen to the ground and been unable to get up.
Standing quietly in place, Garen could hear the admiration coming from the surrounding areas, all of which were praises and exclamations for Bailey's terrifying poisonous skills. But there were also praises for himself, so he joined the Eagle's Nest as the chief freshman. Unexpectedly
You can fight against the seventh-ranked master with so many moves.
Garen suppressed his strong physical fitness and only used a little more than average quality to deal with it. However, he did not expect that with his powerful secret martial arts combat experience, he was unable to attack the opponent. As a result, he was hurt by his consciousness. This was obviously a trick against the opponent.
It was caused by lack of familiarity. The last wave of diffusion of consciousness was an absolute impact that could not be avoided. It was spread to all directions, up, down, left, and right, so we could only resist it.
Narrowing his eyes, Garen simulated a fight in which he let go of his physical strength. The result was that it would probably be an even tie, with both sides hurting. The other party's Poison Kung Fu was very powerful. He could also use the Poison Kung Fu to rush forward and inflict heavy damage.
other side.
This made Garen more and more excited. He was now close to the pinnacle of martial arts in the world of secret martial arts. However, he was still suppressed by a pilot without a mecha. Although he no longer had the powerful God Statue Skill, he relied on his rich practical combat skills.
Experience and realm can only reach this point. So what kind of terrifying strength will the pilots at higher levels have?
However, his physical fitness is still small now, only three times more than that, and he is far from returning to the peak level of the previous world, not to mention the fixed level of the totem world. However, such a result is normal.
Garen was shocked here, but he didn't know that Bailey on the other side was even more shocked.
"This guy...this guy is simply a monster!!" Bailey remained calm on the surface, but there was a turmoil in his heart.
"I have the best physical fitness among the fifth-level pilots! My reaction ability, physical strength, speed and agility have all been strengthened by special strengthening fluids. Even the genetic modification and irradiation have gone through several times, and I have reached a level beyond that of ordinary people. I can
Use your potential to 100%! Even those specially trained military masters are no match for me!"
Bailey's heart was spinning.
"Only those martial artists who focus on martial arts fighting can surpass me in physical fitness! This newcomer actually..." Bailey's pursuit of physical fitness is something that even many veteran fifth-level players cannot achieve.
Pilots rarely focus on training their bodies too much, because their power is mechas. No matter how strong their bodies are, they can kill even the weakest mecha. Rather than doing this, it is better to
Put your energy into the training and improvement of mechas.
This has also led to everyone pursuing a spiritual path that focuses on consciousness. As for physical fitness, Bailey's level is already considered very good.
Bailey has participated in several black disk domain fighting competitions and won two gold medals and one silver medal! He has also worked part-time as a combat training mission for several generals. He himself has climbed out of the struggle between life and death.
Suppressing the shock in his heart, Bailey cleared his throat.
"How many years have you practiced fighting?"
The two did not fight again at this time, but just faced off. Suddenly, when they heard each other asking questions, Garen knew that the two sides probably had no intention of continuing.
"It's early, why do you ask?"
This opponent's reaction speed is faster than the previous Anji Tielin, and he is familiar with close combat. He chooses the right moment to burst out his consciousness, making him a good opponent.
The white light spots in Bailey's eyes gradually lit up again. After carefully scanning the galleons, his brows suddenly furrowed.
"You have gone astray... No matter how strong your body is, it is impossible to defeat mechas. The route a pilot needs to take is consciousness. Excessively strong body will waste time and energy, resulting in lack of specialization. You
I could have gone higher and faster."
"My consciousness is already fast enough..." Garen shook his head slightly.
Bailey breathed out.
"It's meaningless. No matter how strong your physical fitness is, you can be evenly matched with me now, but believe it or not, after driving the mecha, I only need one move to kill you." He stretched out his index finger and said calmly.
Garen's heart froze, and his sharp five senses clearly sensed that what the other party said at this time was very true. There was no joke or humiliation in it, but a sense of sincerity. (To be continued...)