At this time, in the same hall, a set of data appeared on the virtual display screen in front of the middle-aged man named Song.
Peak target attack power: 2987kg, peak target movement speed: 38m/s.
"The strength value is infinitely close to the level of an eighth-level Yuaneng warrior, and the movement speed has reached the upper limit of a ninth-level Yuaneng warrior. Where does this kid come from? He actually has a secret method that can increase his strength several times in a short period of time. Could it be that he is a fourth-level warrior?
From a big family?" The middle-aged man named Song looked at the data on the screen, frowning and lost in thought, then he shook his head.
"It doesn't make sense. At the age of sixteen, he is only a first-level Yuan Neng warrior. If he is a member of the four major families, his talent is too unsightly. Wenren girl, do you know that this kid is in the real world?
What’s your identity?”
The woman who was also full of surprise was also thinking about the identity of this tyrant, but after thinking for a long time, she could not imagine that there was such a person in the college. When she heard the middle-aged man named Song's question, she shook her head slightly and said:
"The ancient battlefields keep the true identities of the warriors completely confidential. Uncle Song should know this better than me. There are tens of millions of students at Nanhu College, and I am just one of the leaders of the main campus. It is impossible to keep track of every student.
As far as I know, not to mention that this little guy is only a first-order elemental warrior, but I think since he can burst out with such a powerful combat power, he will not be unknown in the academy. I believe that after this battle, there will naturally be people
Find out his identity."
At the end of the sentence, a 'sinister' look appeared on the woman's face, brat, let's see where you run.
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Returning to the battle scene, Ghost Face had been beaten by Chu Jiang to the point where he probably couldn't even recognize his mother, but the boy was stunned and didn't say a word. Of course, it was also possible that Chu Jiang didn't give him a chance to say anything.
"Let's end it." Facing the ghost face who finally struggled to stand up, Chu Jiang slowly raised the heavy sword in his hand and made a low voice.
Buzz~~
Swinging the heavy sword caused the air to vibrate, and the strong air waves tore at Ghost Face's hair. Amid the screams of countless people, his body was cut in half by the sword, and blood mist filled the air for a long time.
Didn't disperse.
Ghost Face's corpse turned into a stream of light and disappeared. The anger in Chu Jiang's mind slowly calmed down and he left the stadium. There were two million people present. Until both sides of the battle completely disappeared, they still had not recovered from the shock just now.
The gymnasium of the University of Nottingham was still completely silent.
A few minutes later, the sound exploded like a wave.
"What a terrifying tyrant, this is the real battle and the real man!"
"Where did this guy come from? Our Nanhu College hides such a terrifying existence. Does anyone know which campus he is from? I want to worship him in person."
"Looking at your potential, for someone like you, I just want to say, remember to ask for an autograph for me when you see him."
"His subsequent burst of strength was so powerful that Ghost Face is completely different from him. I'm sure that he has practiced some kind of secret attack technique that can enhance his combat effectiveness several times."
"What really scares me about him is the look in his eyes and the terrifying momentum. If I were to fight him head-on, it's hard to imagine whether I would have the courage to take action."
"Yes, I seemed to have had a momentary eye contact with him just now. At that moment, I felt that I was facing an ancient troll. My whole body was stiff. I still feel a little cold when I think about it now."
"Very interesting guy. It seems that this year's college assessment is not so dull."
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As soon as he returned to the lounge, Chu Jiang received a prompt from the system.
"Congratulations on your victory in this battle. You have received 5 star points and 1% of all bets, which is 2360 Chinese coins. In addition, the 100,000 bets you placed are calculated based on the odds of 1.2, and the income is 120,000
, please pay attention to check."
"2360 yuan?" Hearing the voice of the system, Chu Jiang was a little stunned. There were millions of people watching the game, but the total bets were only over 200,000 yuan? He originally thought there were hundreds or tens of millions.
"So little? TNND, there is nothing to gain from this fight. I guess I am not famous enough. No, it seems that I have to continue fighting." Chu Jiang now urgently needs a large amount of training funds, otherwise it will be difficult to improve his strength. This is not easy.
If he finds a way to make money, of course he has to take advantage of it.
"Continue the challenge mode. This time I will challenge you to a higher level. I can't believe that no one has placed a bet." Clicking on the challenge mode, Chu Jiang began to browse the second-level Yuan Neng warrior level fighters.
"The God of Fire, sixty-two wins, eleven losses, no, this guy's winning rate is too high, he may not be able to deal with it, he has to find a soft persimmon."
"Climb up the wall and wait for Hongxing. Damn, this name is so coquettish. Thirty-seven wins, twenty-four losses. The record is not bad. I won't care about him for now."
"Respect the world, two hundred and seventy-four wins, one hundred and twenty-two losses, it's awesome, wait and deal with it later."
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"Yizhu Qingtian, you can tell by his name that you are a slut. Eleven wins and forty-seven losses. It's you. Boy, you can't blame me for bullying the weak. I just blame you for being too unbeatable for your name."
After looking at dozens of second-level Yuan Neng warriors, he finally found a suitable one. He couldn't blame Chu Jiang Moji. There was no other way. He had to treat it with caution because it was about money. Fighting across levels was no joke.
The boat capsized accidentally. The gap at the first level is not small, especially now that Chu Jiang has just stepped into the first level.
The strength of a first-level Yuan Neng warrior is generally 300kg - 700kg, and that of a second-level Yuan Neng warrior is 700kg - 1100kg. Now Chu Jiang's strength is less than 400kg. Any second-level Yuan Neng warrior can suppress him in terms of strength.
, if the opponent plays dead moves from the beginning, it will be difficult for him to win, so it is best to find a rookie to practice his moves first.
After the challenge was issued, a wretched fat man named Yizhu Qingtian received the prompt, clicked on it, and was stunned for a moment. Then he checked the opponent's record, suddenly laughed three times, waved his paw, and accepted it gracefully.
At this time, many people in the ancient battlefield received a reminder - the tyrant crossed the level to challenge Yi Zhu Qingtian. The battle will be held in battle scene No. 785. The scene can accommodate up to five million viewers. The betting odds, Yi Zhu Qingtian
Day 1.5, Tyrant 1.6.
Those who received the prompt were those who clicked to follow Chu Jiang. After choosing to follow, as long as the other party has any battle, they will receive the prompt and can be directly transported to the battle scene. After seeing this prompt, many people said nothing.
They chose to watch the battle. The previous battle between the Tyrant and the Tyrant had really left a deep impression on them. They wanted to see what kind of sparks there would be between the second-level energy warrior and the Tyrant.
A few minutes later, Chu Jiang was teleported to the battle scene. This was a desert basin that looked very much like the palace square in ancient Egypt. There were many stairs around it. At this time, there were already more than three million spectators standing there.
On the central competition stage, there was a guy whose measurements and height were almost exactly the same. He was Chu Jiang's carefully selected opponent.
"With such a square figure, I guess he has good strength, but the speed of movement... I really doubt whether he can walk." Chu Jiang looked up and down at the fat man opposite him while holding the heavy sword in his hand, and began to evaluate the opponent's strength. After 360 degrees,
Observing without blind spots, he felt that there was no pressure in this battle.
"Hey, boy, you have good vision. You actually chose this young master. However, your luck is too bad. Who doesn't know that this young master is known as - to defeat an invincible opponent at the same level, and a pear tree overwhelms a begonia. You choose to go sideways.
Should you die or should you die standing upright? I will give you a good time." The fat man pointed at Chu Jiang with a greasy finger and said with a smile.
"It's like a pear tree weighing down begonias!" Chu Jiang extended his thumb towards the other party. Many people in the audience were already lying in the corner and vomiting. "Just say this to you, I have to beat you up."
It cannot become a pear blossom."
"Hey, you have the guts. It seems that I don't let you experience my young master's big stick. You don't know what it means to support the sky with one pillar." The fat man picked up the stick as thick as an arm in his hand and gave it a hard slap on the ground. The ring seemed to
There were some slight vibrations.
Chu Jiang felt a chill in his heart. This damn fat man was so disgusting. He stopped talking nonsense and launched his body into the air. The heavy sword in his hand cut through the void, and with a long and sharp roar, he slashed towards the fat man in the air.
This is the great thing about the epee. It can not only be used as an ordinary broadsword, but can also be used as a broadsword to chop, and its momentum is no less powerful than a broadsword.
"Hmph!" The fat man snorted disdainfully, holding the big stick across his head in his hand. The heavy sword was slashed down with the rolling wind and thunder. The heavy sword and the big stick collided with each other, making a harsh friction. The terrifying power passed through the heavy sword.
It was transmitted to Chu Jiang's body, causing his arms to go numb for a while, and his body flew out directly, rolled several times in mid-air, and fell back to the original place again.
On the other hand, the fat man didn't move his feet at all, and his expression didn't change, as if he had just done an insignificant thing.
"Haha, just this little strength? Boy, it's too weak. Use some strength and don't act like a fucking bitch before you do it again."
The fat man felt the power gap between Chu Jiang and him, and couldn't help laughing, not to mention how arrogant he looked.
Some of the people watching the battle below also shook their heads in amusement, thinking that this tyrant is too rubbish. A first-level Yuan Neng warrior has no strength compared to a second-level Yuan Neng warrior. The gap in strength is huge, and there is almost no chance of winning.
, we have to see if we can win with flexible movements, otherwise we have no chance at all.
But other people who have watched the last game know very well that how can a tyrant rely on physical skills to win? Then he is not a tyrant. Only those who have truly seen the savagery of a tyrant will understand what real power is.
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"Is it too weak? Okay, let's do it again." Chu Jiang shouted loudly, and swung the heavy sword in his hand again. It was still a real chop. The strong air pressure produced a harsh sonic boom, and the air waves were as sharp as a knife.
, the indomitable momentum of the epee was vividly displayed in the hands of Chu Jiang.
"Keng!" "Kang", "Boom", "Bang"...
The collision between heavy swords and metal sticks was constantly heard in the world, sharp and harsh. Chu Jiang's attacks were knocked back again and again. His body was injured and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.
The fat man always stood on the spot, as steady as a rock, his face as disdainful as ever, but the knuckles of his hands holding the big stick had turned white.
At this time, the people watching the battle below had lost their voices. It was not that they had never seen battles between powerful warriors, nor that they had never seen such desperate fighting styles. However, the indomitable energy emanating from Chu Jiang
His momentum frightened them, as if even if there was a big mountain standing in front of him, he would dare to split it open with one sword strike after another.
"Don't waste your efforts. My strength is twice that of yours. Your internal organs have been injured and you won't be able to hold on for long." The fat man looked at Chu Jiang and sneered. Although he was intimidated by Chu Jiang's aura, at least, he
He felt that he had enough strength and Chu Jiang could not defeat him.
At this time, Chu Jiang was half-kneeling on the ground holding the heavy sword with one hand, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and smiled softly.
"Really? Since your strength is twice that of mine, then I will use twice the strength to kill you."
The voice was very soft, but it was transmitted far away in the quiet square. Everyone heard it clearly. Just when everyone was puzzled by this sentence, Chu Jiang had already explained it to them.
At this moment, Chu Jiang finally no longer suppressed the terrifying power in his body. Endless anger impacted his consciousness, filling him with the desire to destroy.
"Death!" Fury raged, and in the depths of Chu Jiang's eyes, there were flames burning. It was also a heavy slash without any fancy, and it was also an indomitable and strong momentum. However, this time, it was filled with a terrifying force.
A violent spirit.
As a loud shout rang out from his mouth, the heavy sword had slammed into the big stick in the fat man's hand. Time seemed to pause for a moment. A moment later, a terrifying roar exploded, sweeping away like a tide. The fat man was close to
The huge body of two hundred kilograms took ten steps back, leaving clear footprints on the ground. The hands holding the big stick trembled non-stop.
"Tyrant!" Someone in the audience shouted loudly, and almost everyone watching the battle was excited because of this moment.
The first level Yuan Neng warrior defeated the second level Yuan Neng warrior with pure power, which was shocking.
"boom"
With another slash of the sword, the fat man flew backwards, and the big stick in his hand flew up, buzzing and trembling in the air.
"I will be your worst nightmare." This voice sounded in Fatty's ears, and this voice would make countless people angry when they heard it in the future.
A huge head was thrown into the air.
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