Astral Apostle Chapter 134: Elected Core

Just as Zhou Jing was thinking, Wu Fan's body moved.

Swipe!

He approached like a ghost, holding a knife in both hands and slashing vigorously, whipping up a strong wind.

Zhou Jing's eyes flashed, he raised his knife horizontally, and slammed into him head-on.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, the two training knives slashed horizontally and vertically, bounced slightly and then reattached to each other, and the collision caused a circle of dust.

But at the next moment, the two of them changed their moves at the same time, the shadows of knives flashed, and they kept going straight to each other's vital points, hitting fast, and they passed ten moves in an instant, making continuous banging sounds.

Zhou Jing turned the saber with his wrist, stuck Wu Fan's weapon, stretched out his other hand to hold the opponent's saber tightly, raised his eyebrows and said, "It's a familiar move, you can learn from me?"

Wu Fan didn't draw the knife, but reached out to grab Zhou Jing's training knife before he could withdraw it in the future.

The two controlled each other's weapons, tugged and fought, and froze in mid-air.

"My ability can accurately imitate other people's body movements. Whether it is muscles, bones or fascia, I can imitate all the detailed movement trajectories. I don't have any secrets in my eyes. I already understand your fighting skills. It's..."

Taking advantage of the stalemate, Wu Fan explained casually without hiding anything.

Zhou Jing squinted his eyes: "Your strength and speed are also very strong. Could it be that imitating my movements can also imitate my physical fitness?"

"That's not true." Wu Fan said slowly, with no expression on his face, "This is another ability of mine. I can use things like thoughts, ideas, or willpower to temporarily increase my own strength. In other words... I think that if I am strong, I will be very strong.”

Zhou Jing's heart twitched.

Fuck, what kind of idealistic superpower is this, you can do it if you think about it? !

"So no matter what kind of enemy it is, I can surpass it. If I imagine that my physical fitness is stronger than yours, I can temporarily improve it to surpass your level!"

While speaking, Wu Fan slowly strengthened the palm holding the blade and pulled it towards him.

Zhou Jing knew that this was the opponent's psychological tactics, so he quickly calmed down and had an idea in his mind.

Don't look at people saying that they have no weaknesses, but there must be a limit, otherwise it will not be S-level potential, but 3S-level potential.

Intensity, duration, etc., must be limited, and the unique abilities of others may not be easily copied through "I Xunsi".

Even if you temporarily improve your physical fitness to your own, you don't have the many characteristics of your own blood enhancement blessing, so you can only be regarded as a blank slate. Moreover, the skyrocketing strength will weaken the control of the body. Even if the opponent imitates his own fighting skills, it is estimated that he will not be able to get used to the temporarily acquired strength overnight.

However, this is indeed an unreasonable and wonderful ability. Zhou Jing was amazed by his knowledge.

"Imitate my skills, do you think it is enough? Just 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 staggered slightly driven by his strength.

Hoo!

Taking this opportunity, Zhou Jing grabbed it with both hands, and slapped Wu Fan's chest, creating a fierce wind.

Wu Fan hastily exerted his strength to stand still, before he could fight back, he put his two knives on his chest, facing Zhou Jing's palm slap.

At the same time, his eyes shimmered, and figures in different poses flashed, as if they were analyzing their movements.

Swipe!

Just when the palms were about to hit the blade, the tense palms suddenly softened, turning into wipes, crossing each other like butterflies piercing flowers.

One hand hit the place where the two sabers meet from the side, using a skillful force to deflect the weapon, and then the palm quickly slid down against the blade, controlling one of Wu Fan's hands holding the saber.

The other hand grabbed the door straight, took advantage of the blade's deviation, staggered the parrying weapon, and grabbed Wu Fan's collar directly.

Zhou Jing kept walking, stepped in to grab a seat, tripped Wu Fan with one foot, disrupted the center of gravity, then twisted his waist and moved his arms, as if he was going to grab Wu Fan and throw him sideways.

"Want to throw me?" Wu Fan reacted quickly, and when he was about to fly into the air, he directly hooked his feet around Zhou Jing's legs, using his strength to defuse the fall.

However, at the next moment, Zhou Jing seemed to be prepared. Before Wu Fan had time to change his move, he suddenly bent his knees, pinching Wu Fan's hooked feet between his calves and thighs, and then turned around and rolled to the other side.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Wu Fan, who was completely out of balance and unable to dodge, drew an arc, and slapped him face down on the ground with Zhou Jing on his back.

And one of his arms holding the knife was also twisted behind Zhou Jing's back, caught between the two of them, unable to move.

The months of fighting lessons on the ship were not for nothing.

The moment the posture was formed, Zhou Jing didn't say anything, and then he rolled his elbow directly on Wu Fan's back shoulder, making a muffled bang.

"Hiss!"

Wu Fan gasped in pain, and quickly arched his waist, pushed Zhou Jing lying on his back up, and bounced a short distance away.

But before he could make another move, he was hit **** the back suddenly, hit hard by the top of the volley knee, his lumbar spine suddenly softened, he temporarily lost strength, and was pressed under him again.

The next moment, a burst of old fists rained down on Wu Fan's head and back.

Bang bang bang!

The ground under the two of them shook away circles of dust.

Wu Fan was beaten so hard that his eyes shook, and his uncontrolled hand quickly let go of the handle of the knife to protect the back of his head, taking the blow.

At this moment, Zhou Jing suddenly withdrew his fist, pressed Wu Fan's body, and rolled to the side.

Wu Fan's wrist was twisted behind his back, his wrist was almost broken by this blow, he couldn't help but let go of the knife in pain, and the weapon in his hand was taken away by Zhou Jing.

Zhou Jing snatched the knife, and on the way of rolling, he picked up another knife that Wu Fan let go and dropped on the ground.

And at the moment when he finished rolling and hadn't got up, his legs suddenly kicked back, with explosive force like a cannon popping out of its chamber.

Without the pressure on his back, Wu Fan just wanted to get up, when he was kicked back with force, hitting his flank and ribs! Grain

Boom! Boom!

Uncontrollable, Wu Fan flew out more than ten meters horizontally, hit the ground again with a bang, rolled several times, and slid to the edge of the ring.

He spat out a mouthful of sour water, the pain was so painful that he couldn't maintain a cold expression, his face was slightly distorted, and he felt as if his entire row of ribs had been kicked and broken.

On the other side, Zhou Jing turned over and stood up with an oolong twist, with both swords in hand, 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 responses from your opponent in actual combat, imitation skills alone may not be able to resolve it. You are still far behind .”

"I haven't lost yet..."

Wu Fan clutched his side ribs, struggled to stand up, gritted his teeth and assumed a fighting stance, his fists shone with light, as if he still had some useless ability.

However, at the next moment, Zhou Jing's figure suddenly magnified in his eyes.

Sa!

Zhou Jing bullied him in an instant, and his speed was even faster than before, which almost made people unable to react.

It seemed that the surroundings suddenly went dark, and the two flashes of lightning in Zhou Jing's eyes became the only colors in Wu Fan's vision.

The two knives blew a strong wind, and with the momentum, they slashed side by side and hit Wu Fan's abdomen hard.

Boom!

The muffled sounds overlapped into one sound, and a circle of strong wind burst out and spread.

"You are really... amazing."

Wu Fan's face turned purple, and after he finished speaking, the whites of his eyes were rolled up, and he fell back onto the ring.

Medical staff waiting at the side rushed up to treat him, only to find that Wu Fan had just suffered too much force suddenly and passed out, the injury was not serious.

Zhou Jing looked at it twice, then walked back to the middle of the ring, and secretly let out a breath.

"Phew, this guy is pretty good... Imitation ability, it should be considered as a martial arts wizard's aptitude, the potential is amazing, the battles he experienced at the beginning were limited, maybe he wasn't strong enough, but the more he fought, the better he would be. Give him enough opportunities to learn and grow through imitation, and it will not be so easy to win him."

Zhou Jing secretly paid attention to Wu Fan... definitely a potential stock.

He calmed down, put away his thoughts, hung his two knives to the ground, looked down the stage, and asked, "Is there anyone else coming up?"

It was quiet.

No one wants to challenge him this time.

Many freshmen's throats trembled, and there was no slightest contempt anymore, only awe in their hearts.

Even the s-rank was easily overthrown. Although it was not an instant kill, it was still suppressed the whole way.

This series of close-to-hand combat, with the flying clouds and flowing water, made everyone mesmerized and shocked.

It seems...even among the specially selected students, this Zhou Jing is a very strong type of person.

Especially in the melee combat ability, compared with the freshmen like them, they are undoubtedly the masters of the masters, they are completely slapping children... In terms of melee combat, no one thinks that anyone can match Zhou Jing.

Even with the same physical fitness and skills, it seems that he is not as good at playing.

Seeing that there was no one to challenge, Zhou Jing stepped off the stage. Unless he challenged himself, he probably wouldn't have to play in the future.

As soon as he got off the stage, Tang Liu leaned over, stood on tiptoe, and patted Zhou Jing's shoulder vigorously, with an expression of "good job deserves praise":

"Not bad, not bad, although you are still worse than me, but you are already very good. I announce that you will be officially promoted. From now on, you will be the number one under my command!"

"...then I'm really happy."

Zhou Jing glanced at him strangely, momentarily at a loss for words.

I don't know whether to say that this young man is innocent or overconfident.

And do you have other people under your command? Am I the only one who likes to tease you...

Shaking his head, Zhou Jing didn't have any interest in attacking the young man, so he responded a few times casually, and then sat on the sidelines to watch the battle.

In the next sparring session, he didn't go on stage again, and observed other people's ability in the audience.

He also took a look at the superpowers of the other selected students.

As for other freshmen's plans to challenge the selected students, several of them succeeded, and those who won were all selected students who were ranked lower.

From the daytime to the afternoon, almost everyone was exhausted, and the internal discussion was finally over. Li Yun led the instructor team down from the viewing platform, gathered everyone around, and announced the matter.

"Everyone performed well today. We have collected your actual combat information and made an assessment. The places for the group arena and team competitions have been decided."

Speaking, Li Yun showed a virtual screen with the names of 50 people written on it, and the places for the competition were allocated.

Everyone rushed up to find their name~IndoMTL.com~ Zhou Jing also took a look, and soon saw himself in the list of the group arena.

Li Yun looked around, his eyes fell on Zhou Jing, and he said:

"In addition, the instructor team decided to let Ding Qiu, Tang Liu, Wu Fan, Feng Xulei, and Zhou Jing be the core of the competition, and our tactics will be formulated around you."

Hearing this, everyone looked at the five of them with envy and awe.

Zhou Jing nodded secretly, except for him, the other four were all S-level.

On the stage, Deng Yunjie and other leading figures shook their heads and laughed, looked at Zhou Jing, and teased in a low voice:

"Unexpectedly, let a B-level really serve as the core, which can create the history of the department."

"Hey, I hope other departments won't be surprised by him."

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