The Force Skill Brutal Strike is a new Force Skill that Zhao Jun has successfully absorbed.
The secret weapon originally used to deal with Tang Yangming was unexpectedly forced out in the first battle.
"No wonder I have been saving my strength." Wang Zhi suddenly realized.
Protocore Fusion Bronze Force Bead.
Basically, it's enough to use the force skill twice.
Zhao Jun was only released once.
I thought he was relatively weak in the Force, but now it seems that he is trying to retain his last trump card.
Wow~~
The force gathered in Wang Zhi's hands.
Wen Zhenpeng's strength was already beyond his expectation.
But the Berserker Primordial who unleashed a brutal attack was terrifying.
For five seconds, the attack speed increases by 50%, and 10% of life is stolen. For every 2% of life lost during this period, the healing effect is increased by 1%!
Explosive speed! Vampire!
Even if Wen Zhenpeng's footwork is exquisite, it cannot make up for his lack of attack power.
She will lose.
As a companion, Wang Zhi didn't want her to be seriously injured.
It's a girl's paper after all.
"Haha." Tang Yangming laughed.
It's very satisfying to see an old rival being forced to use his trump card.
Ji Xiaoxue's palms were a little sweaty and she was secretly nervous for Wen Zhenpeng.
She glanced at Wang Zhi from time to time, even more anxious than she was fighting: "Hurry up, Wang Zhi!"
Fang Liang frowned.
The current situation is turbulent and has reversed again.
Peng!
The star core explodes.
Zhao Jun took the initiative to meet him, because he knew that the longer the star core flew, the greater the chance and duration of dizziness!
He is not afraid.
Under the rules prohibiting vital attacks, Wen Zhenpeng could not seriously injure him with one blow.
With Cruel Strike activated, he would definitely be able to injure Wen Zhenpeng to replenish his health the moment after he was stunned and injured.
With his attack speed, he won't lose!
At this time——
Zheng!
Crisp sound.
With an expressionless face, Wen Zhenpeng drew out his slender sword and turned it into an arc of light. He swung the sword as fast as a little rabbit and struck straight at the tightly guarded spot of Zhao Jun's lower body armor.
Mist grass!
Wang's eyes widened.
What the hell?
How can Wen Zhenpeng know swordsmanship!?
And why does this swordsmanship look so familiar!
No!
With this sword strike, Zhao Jun becomes Zhao Ma...
It won’t happen soon!
"Oh." Wen Zhenpeng seemed to remember something. With a flick of his right wrist, the sharp sword deflected five centimeters and pierced Zhao Ma's thigh.
Show no mercy!
The blood is flowing like water!
shocking!
The competition stage was quiet and silent.
Everyone looked at the blood stain under Zhao Ma's crotch and were stunned.
The boys clenched their thighs inexplicably, and Zhao Ma himself was dumbfounded. The red light on the life monitor came on and he collapsed on the ground.
The woman in white next to Song Yuqing continued to use medical skills.
He came closer and breathed a sigh of relief.
Medical skills are not a panacea.
Some injuries can be cured, but some injuries cannot...
A broken arm requires arm grafting surgery, and a severed arm requires replantation surgery.
Wang Zhi was stunned.
He sees it most clearly.
Because originally, he was already planning to save Wen Zhenpeng.
But this gorgeous swordsmanship...
Damn it!
The first glimpse into the heart of the sword!
No worse than yourself, okay?
Dance!
Why are today’s high school students so evil!
The sword strike just now must be done by myself...
Can be avoided!
It must be avoided!
etc.
Very familiar swordsmanship.
Could this be the legendary third move of Yu Nu Diao Sword Technique——
Cut off the sculpture and kill the person!?
Wang Zhi shivered.
Zhang Yu was trembling.
Fang Liang shivered.
All boys…
Shivering.
Mist grass!
Such a vicious swordsmanship!
Who taught you that?
…
Zhao Ma.
No, Zhao Jun's psychological trauma is very serious.
When I came back from the toilet, my face was blue.
At that moment, he thought he was finished...
Now.
The legs are very soft.
Every leg is.
He will never participate in class trials again, and never play against Wen Zhenpeng again.
Never!!!
Zhao Jun didn't even dare to look directly at Wen Zhenpeng. Suddenly something occurred to him and he couldn't help but look at Fang Liang.
Tall man.
Strong physique.
There is also a larger bearing area than him.
Zhao Jun grinned stupidly, the scar on his mouth was extremely scary.
"Gulu." Fang Liang swallowed his saliva and turned pale.
Such an opponent, shrimp and pig heart!
Mom will be worried!
…
Rest for ten minutes.
Continue to the third game.
The opponent that Lin Xia's team drew was another all-female team.
On the competition stage, a field of flowers bloomed, which was fascinating.
Slender thighs, elastic balls, and a sweet panting voice.
The first and second grade students couldn't take their eyes away, especially Lin Xia, who was the most obstructed, and they were very supportive.
No, full firepower!
Lin Xia, who has integrated the blade force beads, moves like a cunning rabbit, attacks fiercely, and is full of explosive power.
Not like a newbie at all.
Carry everyone!
This was the first time Wang Zhi saw Lin Xia fighting.
Super awesome!
If it weren't for Wen Zhenpeng's stunning sword strike just now, today's MVP would definitely be Lin Xia.
In terms of actual combat performance, Lin Xia is much better than Little Rabbit.
certainly.
In terms of strength, there is still a slight gap between Lin Xia and Little Rabbit.
But on the battlefield...
It’s really hard to say.
"Octopus, are you stupid?" Wang Zhi touched Zhang Yu with his elbow, looking stunned.
"ah?"
Zhang Yu reacted quickly, the panic and confusion in his eyes seemed like a century had passed.
Wang Zhi laughed dumbly: "Are you still thinking about the battle just now?"
Zhang Yu shivered all over and quickly put his legs together.
Wang Zhi smiled and said, "Are you still chasing Wen Zhenpeng now?"
Zhang Yu shook his head like a rattle.
Every cell in the body is rejecting it.
"Do you have a big opinion against me?"
Wen Zhenpeng's voice sounded from behind.
Zhang Yu's body stiffened instantly, his back straightened, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "No, no, it's just..."
"Just what?" Wen Zhenpeng's charming appearance made Zhang Yu's face full of confusion, and he almost cried.
"The swordsmanship just now was very powerful." Wang Zhi looked at Wen Zhenpeng and rescued Zhang Yu in time, "I remember that you chose a dagger in the martial arts examination, right?"
Wen Zhenpeng nodded: "The dagger has two sections of silver, the sword skill has one section of silver, the sword skill has one section of silver, the whip skill has one section of silver, the arrow skill has one section of silver..."
Zhang Yu: "..."
Wang Zhi: "..."
Finally found a soulmate!
But I seem to be a step behind others...
wrong.
"Your swordsmanship has already begun to reveal the heart of the sword. You should be at the gold level, right?" Wang stared at Wen Zhenpeng.
"No, Baiyindan." Wen Zhenpeng said: "The swordsmanship just now was based on talent."
talent?
"What talent?" Zhang Yu's eyes widened.
"Beat me, I can tell you." Wen Zhenpeng glanced at Zhang Yu, "Your performance today is very average. How can a grown man panic when he sees blood? I am not afraid of blood."
Zhang Yu muttered: "You bleed often."
"What did you say?"
"No, I didn't say anything..."
Wang Zhi looked at the two people who were bickering.
Precisely.
It was Zhang Yu who was beaten to death by Wen Zhenpeng.
"Talent?" Wang Zhi remembered what Wen Zhenpeng said before and vaguely understood.