Chapter 300: Black flames emerge and the illusion collapses
The plan seems to be thorough, but in fact there are still many loopholes.
Let's not talk about how many people will believe that Wei Cheng is injured. If there are more rational people among the freshmen who see that Wei Cheng has the ability to defeat Zhao Mukun, they may not take action easily.
But Wei Cheng didn't care about this.
There will always be someone who gets fooled!
In the face of interests, some people often fail to recognize the reality and believe that they are the lucky one who can get a bargain. It is not easy to catch such a fish.
Of course, the premise is that Wei Cheng can defeat Zhao Mukun, otherwise all this is nonsense.
Both of them are smart people. When Wei Cheng opened his mouth, Zhao Mukun also understood what he wanted to do.
But this all has to be based on one premise:
Wei Cheng must be able to defeat Zhao Mukun.
If even Zhao Mukun cannot be defeated, then Wei Cheng's previous incident of defying the grandmaster at a low level will be regarded as a joke, and his score in the eyes of the teacher will also be lowered.
It can be said that the operational point of this plan is determined from this illusion.
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After exchanging a few words, Zhao Mukun said no more. The golden spear in his hand trembled slightly, and streams of silver light flowed from the surface, as if it flickered.
But at the moment when the golden gun flashed like silver, a bloody glove bound by chains suddenly appeared in Wei Cheng's hand. White smoke came out of the glove. At that moment, he had already fought with Zhao Mukun.
"Senior Brother Zhao, we are still discussing the plan. Wouldn't it be very kind of you to make such a sudden attack?"
Wei Cheng's smile did not diminish, and he still spoke enthusiastically to Zhao Mukun, who was holding a spear, as if nothing had happened just now.
Zhao Mukun, on the other hand, snorted coldly.
"It's just a battle, so how can we talk about a sneak attack?
If you want me to cooperate with your plan, you must first show your strength!"
The shot just now was just a test, and Zhao Mukun didn't expect that shot to fatally wound Wei Cheng.
But seeing that Wei Cheng not only was not injured, but continued chatting with him with a smile, Zhao Mukun couldn't help but tremble in his heart.
The gun was indeed stabbed out, but the result was that Zhao Mukun's arm was sore and numb, while Wei Cheng, who was stabbed, acted as if nothing was wrong.
At this moment, Zhao Mukun already knew that a sneak attack was meaningless.
The timing of the attack just now was extremely well-chosen. With one thrust, most warriors would be disabled or even killed. But obviously Wei Cheng could not stand on par with ordinary warriors.
This guy...is too tyrannical in his physical body!
He caught the golden gun with his bare hands and used his strength to fight back. Is this still a human being? After testing the move, Zhao Mukun had already come to a conclusion:
If you want to hurt Wei Cheng, you must use all your strength.
"Up."
With a low drink, the silver light flowing from Zhao Mukun's golden gun became even brighter. The whole gun was like a peerless magic weapon, exuding an extraordinary aura. The air began to tremble, as if the spear could tear apart space.
There was an explosion, which was actually a sonic boom caused by the too-fast stabbing speed. Zhao Mukun was like the reincarnation of Changshan Zhao Zilong, with fierce moves, and he could stab hundreds of shots in just a few seconds.
"...It's a pity to take action so soon."
However, no matter how fast the gun is, it is meaningless if it cannot hit the target.
Wei Cheng's figure was seen flashing, seemingly still in place, but he managed to avoid every attack from Zhao Mukun by a hair's breadth, and even uttered a few sarcastic words from time to time.
"If you have the guts, don't run away!"
Zhao Mukun was so angry that his nose almost started to smoke. He waved his golden gun widely, trying desperately to hit Wei Cheng.
But although the ideal is beautiful, the reality is always undesirable. Although Zhao Mukun is fast, Wei Cheng's movements are faster.
Wei Cheng tiptoed and jumped out of the golden gun's attack range, and then the chain in his hand guided Zhao Mukun's attack to the side.
boom!
A loud noise was heard again. Although the golden gun with silver light failed to hit Wei Cheng, it left a huge crater with a radius of more than ten meters in the sand, and trembling energy and blood fluctuations came out.
, instantly annihilating everything in the pit into ashes.
Seeing this scene, Wei Cheng's expression changed slightly.
Depend on!
It’s true that Lao Zhao is playing with me!
Although this is an illusion created by the sound field, even if you are hit, you will not really die, but the pain will affect the physical body in the real world.
If an ordinary person had been stabbed by the gun just now, his body would have been gone, right?
Zhao Mukun's men kept firing and fired ninety-nine and eighty-one shots again, each shot directly piercing Wei Cheng's vitals. If it hadn't been fast enough, Wei Cheng would have suspected that he had died at the hands of Zhao Mukun several times.
"Hey, Zhao Mukun, can't you be gentler?"
Wei Cheng complained while continuing to dodge Zhao Mukun's thrusts, trying to stay away from the silver liquid escaping from the golden gun.
"Strike gently? You can take my move head-on first!"
Zhao Mukun spoke in his mouth, but he was not slow at all in his hands. In the blink of an eye, he stabbed out several more spears with such rapid momentum that he was about to nail Wei Cheng to the ground.
"Really... don't bully others too much!"
Finally, Wei Cheng fought back.
The dark red chains gathered together and took shape, turning into a half-tall scythe in the blink of an eye. With the shadows of countless small scythes appearing around, Zhao Mukun's offensive was instantly neutralized.
Wei Cheng himself reached out with one hand and directly pinched Zhao Mukun's gun-holding wrist. He held a sickle in the other hand. Red blood flowed out, fixing Zhao Mukun in place, and he was about to cut the sickle in his hand...
However, before Wei Cheng could make a move, he saw a sneer on Zhao Mukun's lips who had been caught.
"I have already been defeated once, do you think I will be unprepared for your tricks?"
In an instant, the golden gun in Zhao Mukun's hand emitted a dazzling light, and the silver gun light shined through, and actually gathered directly into the other hand to form a shorter silver gun body.
Then, Zhao Mukun did not attack Wei Cheng with the silver spear that appeared. Instead, he stabbed Wei Cheng hard into the ground and roared:
"Gold and silver are strong!"
The silver liquid that was originally floating around because of Zhao Mukun's previous attack suddenly solidified at the moment Zhao Mukun roared, forming a huge silver cage, trapping the two of them inside.
The moment the cage appeared, Zhao Mukun's wrist, which was originally held by Wei Cheng, shook and turned into silver fluid, escaping from the shadow of the sickle at the critical moment.
"Haha... I finally used this trick.
Do you think my previous shots were in vain?
Let me tell you, if you want to use the special move of my weapon, the necessary condition is to dye the surrounding area with the silver liquid released by this gun, so that the cage can be successfully shaped!"
The moment he unfolded the silver cage, Zhao Mukun suddenly became like a swimming fish. Just now, Wei Cheng was dodging his attack, but now the target was the other way around. Zhao Mukun was dodging Wei Cheng's sickle, and from time to time he would stab out gold.
The speed of the gun is much faster than before the silver cage appeared.
Moreover, during the period of dodging, the areas on Zhao Mukun's body that were hit would often turn into silver liquid before being injured, and then turn back into new skin when they returned to their original state.
This feature is troublesome.
Several times, Wei Cheng almost destroyed the opponent's hands and feet, but Zhao Mukun used this strange characteristic time and time again to avoid fatal injuries.
During this period, Wei Cheng was repeatedly attacked by golden guns, and there were traces of blood on his originally fair skin, all of which were wounds made by Zhao Mukun's guns.
"Wei Cheng, give up. In this "gold and silver stronghold", I can turn certain parts of my body into fluid from time to time, which has both attack and defense power.
No matter how fast you are, you can't hurt me in this state!
Defeat me obediently, quit the illusion and become a loser!"
As he spoke, Zhao Mukun had become one with the silver cage. He used his quick movements to reach the blind corner of Wei Cheng's field of vision and stabbed out with a spear, which was about to penetrate the back of Wei Cheng's head.
However, just when the golden gun was about to hit Wei Cheng's head, a finger glowing with blue light appeared and silently but quickly touched the tip of the gun.
Compared with the thick spear, Wei Cheng's finger looked like a twig. But at this point, Zhao Mukun's golden spear suddenly froze in mid-air, unable to move forward any further.
"It's a little trickier than I thought, but it's not unsolvable!"
"Anyway, wouldn't it be enough to burn it all in one go?"
"It looks like it's time for you to leave, Xiao Kunkun."
Then, in Zhao Mukun's eyes in disbelief, a wisp of black flame burst out from that finger, and the flame spread to the gun, and then burned him, causing the entire silver cage to be enveloped in black flames.
"cut!"
Then, he could only watch helplessly as the silver cage he released was absorbed by the black fire, and the majestic sound energy merged into the sickle in Wei Cheng's hand.
Immediately afterwards, Wei Cheng turned the sickle into a broadsword and cut off Zhao Mukun in one breath, and at the same time cut the entire illusion in two!