Astral Apostle Chapter 134: Elected Core
Remember【】for a second,!
While Zhou Jing was thinking about it, Wu Fan moved.
Brush!
He approached like a ghost, holding a knife in both hands and slashing hard, creating a strong wind.
Zhou Jing's eyes flashed, he raised his sword horizontally, and slammed into it.
Boom!
With a muffled sound, the two training knives slashed horizontally and vertically, bounced slightly and then re-fitted, and the force collided to create a circle of dust.
In the next moment, the two of them changed their moves at the same time, the swords and shadows flashed, and they kept going straight to their respective key points.
Zhou Jing's blade turned around his wrist, sticking Wu Fan's weapon, his other hand stretched out to hold the opponent's blade tightly, raised his eyebrows and said, "It's a familiar movement, you learn from me?"
Wu Fan did not draw the knife, but also reached out and grabbed the training knife that Zhou Jing had not yet had time to withdraw.
The two men controlled each other's weapons, tugging at each other, and froze in mid-air. .
"My ability can accurately imitate the body movements of others, whether it is muscles, bones or fascia, all the detailed motion trajectories can be imitated, there is no secret in my eyes, your fighting skills, I already understand ."
Taking advantage of the stalemate, Wu Fan explained casually without concealing it.
Zhou Jing squinted his eyes: "Your strength and speed are also very strong. Can you imitate my movements and also imitate my physical fitness?"
"That's not true." Wu Fan said with an expressionless face, and said slowly: "This is another ability of mine. I can use thoughts, thoughts, or willpower to temporarily improve my power. In other words, I think about it. I am strong, and I will be strong."
Zhou Jing's heart twitched.
Damn, what kind of idealistic superpower is this, if you think about it, you can do it? !
"So no matter what kind of enemy, I can surpass. I imagine that my physical quality is stronger than yours, and I can temporarily improve to surpass your level!"
While speaking, Wu Fan slowly added strength to the palm of his hand holding the blade, and pulled it towards him.
Zhou Jing knew that this was the opponent's psychological tactic, so he quickly calmed down and had an idea in his heart.
Don't look at people saying that they have no weaknesses, but there must be limits, otherwise it will not be S-level potential, but 3s-level.
Intensity, duration, etc., there must be limits, and I am afraid that the unique ability of others cannot be easily copied through "I think".
Even if he temporarily improves his physical quality to a similar level to his own, he doesn't have the many characteristics of his own blood enhancement and blessing, so he can only be regarded as a blank slate. Moreover, the skyrocketing power will lead to the weakening of body control. Even if the opponent imitates his own fighting skills, it is estimated that he will not be able to get used to the temporarily obtained power overnight.
However, this is indeed an unreasonable and wonderful ability. Zhou Jing's knowledge gained and he was amazed.
"Imitated my skills, do you think it's enough? If you only have skills, do you know how to use them? Can you learn from my experience together?"
Zhou Jing let go abruptly.
Suddenly losing his resistance, Wu Fan was driven by his own strength and staggered slightly.
Hoo!
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhou Jing grabbed his hands and patted Wu Fan's chest, bringing a ferocious wind.
Wu Fan hurriedly exerted his strength to stand firm, and before he had time to counterattack, he put his two knives in front of his chest, facing Zhou Jing's slap.
At the same time, his eyes shimmered, flashing figures in different poses, as if analyzing movements.
Brush!
Just as the palms were about to hit the blade, the tensed palms suddenly softened and turned into smears, crossing like butterflies passing through flowers.
One hand hit the place where the two knives meet from the side, using a skillful force to deflect the weapon, and then the palm of the hand slid down quickly against the blade, controlling one of Wu Fan's hands holding the knife.
The other hand grabbed the door, took advantage of the blade's deviation, staggered the parrying weapon, and grabbed Wu Fan's collar.
Zhou Jing kept walking, jumping into the body to grab the seat, stumbling on Wu Fan with one foot, destroying the center of gravity, then twisting his waist, driving his arms, as if he was going to grab Wu Fan and throw it to the side.
"Want to throw me?" Wu Fan reacted quickly. When he was about to rise into the air, he hooked his foot directly around Zhou Jing's leg, using his strength to resolve the throw.
However, at the next moment, Zhou Jing seemed to be prepared. Before Wu Fan could change his moves, he suddenly bent his knees, directly pinching Wu Fan's hooks between his calves and thighs, and then rolled back to the other side.
Bang!
With a muffled sound, Wu Fan, who was completely out of balance and unable to dodge, had already drawn an arc and slapped the ground face down, with Zhou Jing lying on his back.
And one of his arms holding the knife was also twisted behind Zhou Jing's back, caught between the two bodies, unable to move.
Months of combat lessons on board are not for nothing.
At the moment when the posture was formed, Zhou Jing didn't say a word, and then the force of the roll directly hit Wu Fan's back shoulder with an elbow, making a muffled sound.
"Hi!"
Wu Fan sucked in a breath of cold air from the pain, and hurriedly arched his waist, pushing Zhou Jing, who was lying on his back, and bounced off a short distance.
But before he could make another move, he suddenly suffered a heavy blow on his back and was hit hard by a volley on his knees. His lumbar spine suddenly softened, and he temporarily lost his strength and was pressed under him again.
The next moment, a burst of old fists fell on Wu Fan's head and back like raindrops.
Boom bang bang!
The ground beneath both of them shook with circles of dust.
Wu Fan was beaten until his eyes were straight, and the uncontrolled hand quickly released the handle of the knife, protecting the back of his head and taking the blow.
At this moment, Zhou Jing suddenly retracted his fist, pressed Wu Fan's body, and rolled to the side.
Wu Fan's hand was twisted behind him, his wrist was almost broken by this one blow, and he involuntarily let go of the knife in pain, and the weapon in his hand was directly snatched by Zhou Jing.
Zhou Jing grabbed the knife, and while rolling, he picked up another knife that Wu Fan let go and dropped on the ground.
And just before he got up after the roll, his legs suddenly kicked back, and the explosive force was like a cannon popping out of the chamber.
Without the pressure on his back, Wu Fan just wanted to get up when he was kicked back with a forceful force, straightening his flank and flank!
Boom! Bang!
Wu Fan was out of control, and flew out more than ten meters, slammed to the ground again, rolled several times, and slid to the edge of the ring.
He spit out a mouthful of sour water, the pain was so severe that he couldn't maintain a cold expression, his face was slightly distorted, and he felt that the entire row of ribs seemed to be kicked off.
On the other side, Zhou Jing turned over and stood up with a oolong pole, holding both knives in his hands, and said in a deep voice:
“Skills are dead, people are alive, and imitation is just imitation. If you can’t really master it, once you encounter multiple strains from your opponent in actual combat, you may not be able to resolve it with imitation skills alone. You are still far behind. ."
"I haven't lost yet"
Wu Fan clutched his side ribs, struggled to stand up, gritted his teeth and put on a fighting stance, his fists glowing brightly, as if he still had no ability.
The next moment, however, Zhou Jing's figure suddenly enlarged in his eyes.
Sa!
Zhou Jing bullied him in an instant, and his speed was a step faster than before, making it almost impossible for people to react.
The surroundings seemed to suddenly darken, and the two dazzling electric lights in Zhou Jing's eyes became the only colors in Wu Fan's sight.
The two knives blew a gust of wind, slashing side by side with the momentum, hitting Wu Fan's abdomen hard.
Boom!
The muffled sound overlapped into a sound, and a circle of shocking wind burst and spread.
"You are amazing."
Wu Fan's face turned purple, and he forced himself to finish speaking, his eyes rolled up to reveal the whites of his eyes, and he fell back in the ring.
The medical staff waiting on the side rushed up to give treatment, and found that Wu Fan was just suddenly under too much force and fainted, and his injuries were not serious.
Zhou Jing glanced at it, then walked back to the middle of the ring and let out a sigh of relief.
"Huh, does this person have a good imitation ability? It should be regarded as the qualification of a martial arts wizard. The potential is amazing. The battle he experienced at the beginning is limited, maybe not strong enough, but the more he fights, the better he will be. If you give him Enough opportunities to continue to learn and grow through imitation, it is not so easy to win him.”
Zhou Jing secretly paid attention to it, Wu Fan is definitely a potential stock.
He settled down, put away his thoughts, lowered his knives to the ground, looked down at the stage, and asked, "Is there anyone else coming up?"
The arena is quiet.
No one really wants to challenge him this time.
Many freshmen's throats twitched, and there was no more contempt, and only awe in their hearts.
Even the S-rank was easily overturned. Although it was not an instant kill, it was also suppressed throughout the process.
This series of close-quarters fighting with clouds flowing water, rabbits rising and falling falcons made everyone fascinated and shocked.
It seems that even among the specially selected students, this Zhou Jing is a very strong type of person.
Especially in melee combat ability, compared with these freshmen, they are undoubtedly the masters of the masters. They are completely slaughtering children and talking about melee combat. No one thinks that there is anyone who can match Zhou Jing.
Even with the same physique and skill, it doesn't seem like he can play as well.
Seeing that there was no one to challenge, Zhou Jing stepped down. Unless he challenged himself, it is estimated that he would not have to play again.
As soon as he got off the stage, Tang Liu came over, stood on tiptoe, and patted Zhou Jing's shoulder vigorously, with a "good job worthy of praise" expression:
"It's not bad, it's still worse than me, but it's already very powerful. I announce that I will officially promote you, and you will be my number one general in the future!"
"Then I'm so happy."
Zhou Jing gave him a strange look and was speechless for a while.
I don't know if I should say that this young man is not arrogant, or that he is overconfident.
And do you have anyone else "under your command"? Am I the only one who likes to tease you?
Shaking his head, Zhou Jing didn't attack the young man's interest.
In the next competition, he did not play again, observing other people's abilities under the stage.
He also looked at the superpowers of several other specially selected students.
As for other freshmen's plans to challenge the selected students, a few were successful, and the winners were all the selected students in the lower ranks.
From the daytime to the afternoon, almost everyone was exhausted, and the internal discussion was finally over. Li Yun walked down from the viewing platform with the mentor group, gathered everyone around, and announced the matter.
"Everyone performed well today. We collected your actual combat information~IndoMTL.com~ and made an evaluation. The places for the ring and team competitions have been decided."
Speaking, Li Yun showed a virtual screen with the names of fifty people written on it, and the places for the competition were allocated.
The crowd rushed to find their name.
Zhou Jing also took a look, and soon saw himself in the list of the ring competition.
Li Yun looked around, his eyes fell on Zhou Jing, and he said:
"In addition, the mentor team decided to let Ding Qiu, Tang Liu, Wu Fan, Feng Xulei, and Zhou Jing serve as the core of the game, and our tactics will be formulated around you."
Hearing this, everyone looked at the five people with envy and awe.
Zhou Jing nodded secretly, except for him, the other four were all S-rank.
On the stage, Deng Yunjie and other leading figures shook their heads and laughed, looked at Zhou Jing, and whispered:
"I didn't expect that a B-level would really serve as the core, which would create the history of the department."
"Hey, I hope other departments won't be startled by him."