Bai Weiwei's sword stabbed Luo Nitian's body, leaving only a very shallow spot.
Then Luo Nitian's body suddenly turned, and the stick in his hand happened to get stuck on a certain rock, forming a circle with a huge attack area.
Facing this violent attack, Bai Weiwei could only retreat. After all, her physique was only that of an ordinary person. If she were really hit by Luo Nitian's stick, she would definitely die on the spot.
Her ability is called "White Illusion", which is a kind of white energy. She can fabricate this energy at will and even turn it into anything.
The problem is that this energy cannot interfere with matter, they are more like a phantom, and the concentration is controlled by Bai Weiwei herself.
The figure she released just now is actually a manifestation of her ability. What she is best at is finding the enemy's weaknesses in real and fake offensives, and then defeating the enemy.
The problem is that this ability seems to have no effect on Luo Nitian, because Luo Nitian has obviously memorized the size of the stage. Now he rotates his body with his eyes closed and slowly searches every corner of the stage. Once Bai Weiwei is forced into a blind corner,
Either admit defeat or be beaten to death by Luo Nitian with a stick.
There is no doubt that Luo Nitian had studied Bai Weiwei's abilities in advance, so he came up with such a shameless tactic against Bai Weiwei.
"..."
Bai Weiwei kept backing up, looking at Luo Nitian who was getting closer. Finally, she gritted her teeth and inserted the sword directly into the edge of the stage. She stepped back and squatted down at the hilt of the sword.
She was betting that Luo Nitian's stick couldn't hit her. Once she avoided Luo Nitian's attack, Luo Nitian's continued circling on the stage would only be a waste of energy.
Many people felt funny in their hearts. Compared with the previous two competitions, this one was too funny.
At the same time, many students quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, not everyone hid their trump cards. If the top ten all hid their trump cards, wouldn't it mean that those students who couldn't get into the top ten despite their best efforts would look bad.
Inside the death shell, Wuming did not continue to watch the game.
Maybe it was because of the emotion he just felt, or maybe it was the excitement and tears that Ni Wing felt when he woke up and saw him. After he came back, his heart was filled with some kind of emotion.
Everything he did was not worthless, and there was nothing wrong with setting up the rescue team.
The existence of Ni Jing is enough to confirm that his past efforts are valuable. It is really great that the people he saved can be happy and can continue to run for their dreams.
Under this emotion, his body began to change.
This change is like a seed germinating, growing, blooming, moistening things silently integrated into every cell of his body, and at the same time, his mental state gradually becomes perfect.
After about a few minutes, he woke up from this strange state, or came back to his senses.
He felt that his perspective on the world had changed because of this. He used to see the world from many perspectives, including normal vision, supersensory vision, infrared vision, and even the energy level.
But now he sees the world differently.
A drop of water, a grain of dust, an atom...
He can't see it with his naked eyes, but he can clearly know their existence at the perceptual level. Even the bacteria on his body and the viruses in the air are all within his observation range. At the same time, he has a feeling that he can change them at any time.
into the shape you want.
"My super power has awakened at this time. No... I should say it's just the right time to awaken."
Wuming stretched out his hand, knowing that there was something in every inch of space he touched. This feeling of 'touch' was not false, but it was not real either.
He smiled, and the next moment he activated his ability, and his body disappeared instantly.
There were no changes inside the Death God's shell, and people outside didn't know that Wuming had disappeared.
However, information control still faithfully records nameless actions.
In the air, an extremely small virus is moving slowly. Its shape gradually changes, and finally becomes an oval. At the same time, many tentacles grow from the front and back, and the ends of the tentacles have structures similar to fish fins.
Through the shaking of the fish's fins, the virus slowly shuttles through the air. Many floating objects swim around, and countless tiny dust particles float up and down, making it look a bit like space.
Wuming sat inside the virus, observing the outside with interest.
"Sure enough, the best ability is the ability that suits you. This is my ability!" He sat down again after a while, looked at the huge light source in front of him, and said with a smile.
The light source was actually a light controlled by information, and the battle between Luo Nitian and Bai Weiwei from the outside world was still playing on it.
Obviously, it is impossible for a virus to observe such a huge object, but Wuming can see it very clearly, and even the observation of the outside world is not affected at all.
"Okay, let's go out first and then talk."
Wuming felt almost done and came out of the virus in an instant. He seemed to appear out of thin air inside the shell of the God of Death, lying on a marshmallow-like chair. He stretched out his hand and directly activated his attributes.
He knew the rest of the attributes very well, so he didn't look at them carefully, but just scrolled to the bottom:
[Shell of Ten Thousand Methods: Consumes mental power to turn the target into a shell. 】
A very short one line.
But the shorter the words, the richer the content. Wuming touched his chin, and his body flashed for a moment. The death shell was already closely related to him, and it became even closer at this moment.
However, his face was also a bit pale. He had just tried to turn the shell of Death into his own, and it had succeeded, but the mental energy consumed was too much for him now.
Fortunately, the death shell is originally a part of him, so the consumption is very small. If it were replaced by another object, I am afraid that he would be in a coma due to the exhaustion of his mental power, or even become a fool or a vegetative state.
"Can external objects be changed with just mental power?" Wuming rubbed his aching temples and said to himself.
Then with a thought, the space inside the Death God's shell changed slightly, from the original circle to an oval shape, and at the same time, there was a bulge on the side wall that could be used to place items.
The inside of the shell can indeed be transformed according to his will.
Now the Death Shell has truly become one with him. In the past, he only indirectly controlled the Death Shell through a contract.
He turned his gaze to the stage and yawned a little boredly. Bai Weiwei was still avoiding Luo Nitian. This battle was not interesting at all. Now he wanted to find a place to test his super powers.
This is his real ability, his unique ability!
The contract gem is the ability of the original owner, and there are countless original owners in countless worlds who have the same ability. And the superpower he awakens not only belongs to himself, but is also unique to Scorpion. No other world has this ability.
He was very curious about how powerful this ability was and how far it could be achieved.
But now that he is serving as a guest at the school, it is impossible for him to leave rashly, otherwise the students will definitely think that he looks down on the students in the school, and his self-confidence will be severely damaged.
"When will it end?"
Wuming lay on the table, opened his mouth to suck, and a piece of popcorn was sucked into his mouth from the table. While chewing, he looked at the two classmates on the stage and muttered helplessly.
At this moment, he felt that the day seemed to be stretched very long.