"Move faster! Move faster! Lu Pujiao! Haven't you eaten?"
"Don't stay in one position for more than 0.3 seconds. You are outnumbered. Once the opponent completes the encirclement, you will be dead!"
"Pull! Do you know what pulling is?"
Huaji changed his previous friendly attitude. He stood on the sidelines, staring at the figures in the court with falcon-like eyes. If there was even the slightest mistake, he would let out a deafening roar, accompanied by fierce body movements. It looked like he wanted to rush into the court.
Entering the venue and tearing people apart.
In the field, bang bang bang, the sound of blows was heard endlessly, and transparent air ripples surged in the air. Seven figures chased and surrounded Dragon City at extremely fast speeds, besieging Dragon City. Mo Wenchuan did not escape and was caught as a sparring partner.
He readily agreed to his fate. But he soon discovered that he was the slowest?
Mo Wenchuan was shocked and confused, who are these people?
Long Cheng's whole body was covered in sweat, and soon he began to breathe heavily. Today's training made him feel like he was back in the dream of that night.
No, it was harder than that night.
For example, Pamp taught him that he was not allowed to use [Void Body], but his speed was still astonishing, he was elusive, and he always appeared in the blind spots of his sight without any warning.
Lu Pujiao's speed is not very fast, but the light around him is very strange, with numerous afterimages, refraction, and halo, which always causes misjudgments in Longcheng.
The two fish sparring partners had abundant physical strength and amazing explosive power, and their strength was not weaker than Long Cheng's. This surprised Long Cheng. He rarely encountered opponents whose strength could compete with him head-on, not even the instructors in the dream.
Wu Pailian's [Mirror Image Clone] contributed two figures. Although Longcheng had cracked it before, it was now mixed in the crowd and its lethality doubled. Longcheng had no time to distinguish the real from the fake.
Qi sparring partner is a despicable guy who plays cold shots. His moves are a bit familiar, as if he has seen them before somewhere. He likes to hide in the shadows and behind others.
Mo Wenchuan's strength is also good, and his sword skills are especially outstanding. Fortunately, he is not very fast, and he seems to be very unaccustomed to cooperating with others, so he is the best to deal with.
The martial arts hall is not big, and there are seven figures sprinting and swimming around, and those who are slow to react will collide with each other. Long Cheng needs to complete pulling, cutting, and defeating one by one in such a small space. Although the instructor has formulated many tactics for him, he is tired.
Under the pressure of coping, Longcheng's mind went blank and he couldn't think of anything.
He seemed to be trapped in a swamp of light and shadow, unable to breathe.
"Tactics! Tactical manual! Where is the tactical manual I gave you? You're running around like a fool!"
"Alternate cover! Qi sparring partner! Why are you hiding behind Wu sparring partner? Your positions overlap!"
Hua Ji was like a merciless overseer, waving the whip in his hand and mercilessly whipping anyone who fell behind. His roaring and scolding made the crowded martial arts hall even more suffocating.
Being surrounded, Long Cheng could hardly hear Jiao Xi's voice, but his feeling of suffocation was even stronger.
With the tacit understanding and skill of everyone's cooperation, Long Cheng felt an invisible noose put around his neck, tightening little by little.
No, we can't go on like this!
Longcheng no longer dodges blindly and begins to seek collision.
Huaji's eyes lit up when he saw the changes in Longcheng. But soon, he returned to his previous appearance, waving his arms and roaring angrily.
"Step! Wind step!"
"Brain! Use your brain!"
"Wring his arm! Pamp teaches a super master, is he afraid that you will wring his arm? Wring him to death! If he didn't hold back, you would have died hundreds of times!"
Pan Guangguang, with a pale face, raised his hands in the crowd and weakly shouted: "I'm afraid!"
"Shut up!"
…
It was about to dawn, Hua Ji looked satisfied.
Several sparring partners were at the end of their strength, their arms were as limp as noodles, and their heavy breathing could be heard even on the street outside. The condition of the two general trainers was better, but their expressions also showed exhaustion.
Only Long Cheng, although his face was pale, breathing heavily, bruised all over, and his calves were trembling, his eyes still shone fiercely, like a wild beast.
What a terrible talent! What a terrible fighting spirit!
Even though this is not the first time I see it, I can't help but be amazed every time I draw a halberd. As one of the most skilled super masters in physical arts today, I have seen with my own eyes such powerful physical talent and undying fighting spirit.
Appearing on the same person, one can imagine how excited he was.
Among the three fields, physical skills require the most physical talent.
If Hua Ji had the physical talent of Long Cheng, well, half would be enough. He wouldn't need to go to all the trouble to get the [Innocent Body] first.
There is no doubt that this is the strongest physical talent Huaji has ever seen, bar none.
In the field of super masters, mastering one S-level taijutsu is the foundation for a first-class master. But mastering two S-level taijutsu is the only taijutsu super master. Proficient in three S-level taijutsu, in the 2-series
Historically, there were only five people.
Painted halberd is one of them.
It is precisely by relying on the 3S of physical skills and the second level of the nine series of killing that there are only a handful of people who can rival Hua Ji.
But Huaji knew that this was his limit.
Huaji saw a hint of possibility of hitting the 4S level of physical skills in the young man in front of him.
Although potential may not be realized into strength, most of those talented young people end up being mediocre. But there is a completely different difference between having potential and not having potential, high potential and low potential.
Huaji clapped his hands and shouted to stop training.
Almost at the same time, the sparring partners staggered and collapsed on the ground. Pan Guangguang was panting, but when he saw Lu Meng couldn't help but gloat, he laughed happily. The inexperienced Lu Pujiao and Long Cheng had several head-to-head encounters, and the palms hidden behind his back
He was shaking violently and was obviously sore and numb.
Long Cheng was also exhausted and couldn't bear to sit down.
The more Huaji looked at Longcheng, the more satisfied he felt, and even his tone became amiable involuntarily: "Today's training is over and the results are very good. When will you come tomorrow?"
Long Cheng's breath calmed down for a moment, then Fang said: "Come in the evening, it will be the same as today."
Hua Ji's tone was gentler and more persuasive: "Don't you have time during the day? If you put the unimportant things aside first, if you can consolidate them during the day, you will make faster progress!"
Long Cheng shook his head: "Things during the day are very important, teaching."
Hua Ji was a little disappointed, and then asked curiously: "What's the important look? Can we help?"
Huaji hoped that it would be best to do things like revenge killings, gang fights, etc. It would be simple and easy to handle. He would be able to help the little guy do it in less than a quarter of an hour. Even the He family regiment would not be impossible. At worst, he would bring two general teachers and Hua Ji.
It can be done in a while.
In this way, a lot of time is saved for training, so that every bit of talent is not wasted!
Long Cheng shook his head: "Plant the land and teach."
"Farming?"
Huaji was stunned, farming? No, this touches on his own knowledge blind spot. He has never done it before, so he can't help!
Wait, something is wrong...
Long Cheng struggled to straighten his back, with a serious expression: "Yes, teach me. Thank you for your kindness, but this is my job, and my ideal is to become an excellent farmer."
If a farmer even needs others to do the work for him, is he still a farmer?
“Being a good farmer?”
Like a painted halberd messy in the wind, he stayed in place with a dazed expression. For a moment, he couldn't find the words to organize and express the chaotic thoughts in his heart at this moment.
"It's getting late, I need to take some time to rest. See you in the evening, teaching! Goodbye, everyone!"
After that, Long Cheng held the unconscious Zong Ya in one hand and the exhausted Mo Wenchuan on his shoulders. He endured the pain all over his body and trembling muscles and limped towards the [Iron Farm King] parked outside.
The unique rough sound of the agricultural light armor engine sounded and gradually faded away.
The museum was unusually quiet.
Huaji raised his head, looked at the ceiling, and muttered to himself in a daze: "Farming? He said he wanted to be a farmer?"
No one responded to him.
7758 and 521 were lying on the ground, their eyes empty. Pan Guangguang and Lu Meng did not care about their appearance, and sat down holding on to the wall. Even the two fish clones, who were always energetic, were like huskies running for twenty kilometers.
, lying on the floor and sleeping soundly, snoring one after another.
Huaji suddenly turned his head, faced the staggering crowd, and couldn't help but repeat it again.