NOVEL NEXT Chapter 4
No. 7 Tournament Stand
This is the kind of amateur simple martial arts platform, which is used by students for ordinary exercise, so the diameter is only ten meters.
It's just such a martial arts platform, and the surroundings are already surrounded by students at the moment.
"Teacher Yang, it's too late for you to regret it now. Cao Meng is a martial artist in two stages, although he does not have a martial soul and is a teacher of martial arts, but the realm is much higher than you!" Xiong Wu looked at Yang Xing kindly and reminded.
In his opinion, it was basically impossible for Yang Xing to win this battle, not to mention that he knew that Yang Xing's martial soul was just a worm, and it could be said that he had no combat power at all.
"I've made up my mind, don't persuade Mr. Xiong. Yang Xing walked directly onto the competition platform.
Seeing Yang Xing appear, the students and teachers outside the venue suddenly made a lot of noise.
"Yang Xing, you really dare to come up, I thought you were going to sneak away. Cao Meng came to the stage from opposite Yang Xing and looked at Yang Xing with a smirk.
The bruises on Cao Meng's eyes have dissipated a lot, this is the physique of the soul master.
Don't look at Yang Xing giving Cao Meng a punch at that time, it was completely unexpected.
In a normal battle, Yang Xing could not succeed at all.
"I'm still going to see you kneel in front of me, how can I miss such a good show. Yang Xing looked at Cao Meng with a chuckle.
The green tendons on the top of Cao Meng's head jumped: "Stinky boy, if I don't beat you today, you don't know how powerful my Cao Meng is!"
"It's all quiet. At this time, Xiong Wu came to the stage, and he was the referee of this duel.
"I declare the rules, those who land out of bounds lose, those who lose consciousness lose, there are no restrictions in the battle. "What Xiong Wu said, in fact, everyone knows.
"Ten seconds of preparation time, ten seconds later I announce the start of the battle, and the battle begins. "
After Xiong Wu finished speaking, he walked to the sideline and began to count down dozens of seconds.
"Let me go, borrow a place. Cheng Pan pulled Su Mengmeng and squeezed into a good position.
"Mengmeng, the battle is about to begin!" Cheng Pan said excitedly: "As long as the liar loses, then you can find the teacher again." "
"But...... I...... I feel that Mr. Yang is very good. Su Mengmeng muttered quietly, and at the same time looked at her teacher with some concern.
"What's so good about him, he's just a waste teacher who eats in the academy, if you really stay under his hands, then you will really be a waste!" Cheng Pan said unceremoniously.
Su Mengmeng didn't speak, but she still looked at her teacher expectantly.
At this time, Xiong Wu's number had already read '1'.
"The battle begins!".
The battle officially began, but neither side immediately moved.
Cao Meng looked at Yang Xing like a cat playing with a mouse: "Yang Xing, come on." Let me see how powerful a teacher of the ninth stage of the soul is. "
He specially accentuated his tone on the ninth stage of the soul man.
Yang Xing didn't speak, and a black and white texture appeared behind him, and the texture was in the shape of a bug.
"Huh, why do I feel that Yang Xing's martial soul doesn't seem to be the same as before?"
"It's a little different, but it's all bugs. I haven't heard of anything that a bug martial spirit can make a name for. "
"Insect martial spirit?hehehe, if I had awakened this martial spirit, I would have dug a pit and buried myself a long time ago. "
The students scoffed unceremoniously.
Yang Xing didn't care, he stared at Cao Meng in front of him: "Come on, cowardly?"
Cao Meng didn't expect Yang Xing to be provocative at this time, he was a little angry, and directly raised his fist and smashed it towards Yang Xing.
According to his script, relying on the strength of his martial arts two-stage, he decided to be able to beat this waste Yang Xing to the ground.
He didn't know that a series of data had appeared in Yang Xing's sea of knowledge at this moment.
[Cao Meng, 31 years old, a martial artist with two sections, practicing the 24-style Ziyang boxing method, the lower plate is unstable, the speed is not good, the fighting spirit is insufficient, and the fist strength is ...... The left leg was injured and the leg bone was fragile ......].
Yang Xing now knows Cao Meng's shortcomings and fate well.
At this moment, Yang Xing also determined his own way of fighting.
While Yang Xing's body retreated, he made a Spider-Man gesture with both hands, using his soul skill 'Spitting Silk'.
Hiss
Silk threads flew out, first wrapping around Cao Meng's eyes.
"What the hell is this?" Cao Meng stopped his offensive and tugged at the silk thread on his face.
Although this silk is not very hard, it is very viscous and a little troublesome to get rid of.
But again, it doesn't hurt.
Yang Xing didn't take the opportunity to fight in close combat, and a two-stage melee battle with a soul master, as soon as there was danger, Yang Xing's small body couldn't withstand Cao Meng's fist.
So there's the funny scene that follows.
Yang Xing kept moving his position, aiming at Cao Meng and using the silk thread that didn't look threatening at all.
Because of the relationship between the silk threads, Cao Meng had no way to directly find Yang Xing to end the battle.
"Is this Yang Xing a soul skill?"
"What's the use of this soul skill, it doesn't hurt at all. "
"That's why it's said that it's a waste martial spirit, and when Yang Xing can't spit out the white silk, it's time for him to lose. "
Everyone was just surprised by this white silk soul skill, and they didn't think that this chicken rib soul skill was of any use.
Because the soul skill is based on soul power, when the soul power is exhausted, this soul skill cannot be used.
But the consumption of this soul skill used by Yang Xing was almost negligible.
Even Yang Xing doubted that even if he spit silk for an hour in a row, it would be fine.
In this way, Yang Xing directly used ten minutes of spinning.
Almost the entire arena has been turned into a hole in the pansi.
"Bastard, you're endless, it's hard for you to suffocate me with this thread!" Cao Meng was a little mentally exploded.
Although I wasn't hurt, I was so confused by a guy who I thought was a waste in front of so many students.
"These threads are really nothing. But I don't know if you've ever heard the story of ten chopsticks. Yang Xing didn't know when a rather thick thread appeared in his hand.
It was hundreds of silk threads entwined, and I don't know when they were bound to Cao Meng's left leg.
Yang Xing tugged violently.
"Ahhhh......h
Cao Meng tried to struggle to stand up, but the pain in his thigh made it impossible for him to stand up at all, he knew that his old injury had attacked, and the bone in his left leg was broken!
At this time, Yang Xing walked towards Cao Meng step by step.
"You...... What are you going to do?" Cao Meng looked at Yang Xing with some fear at the moment, but he still threatened: "You...... You...... I am the second stage of the martial artist, I use my fighting spirit to protect my body, you ...... You can't hurt me at all!
When I come to my senses, I will make your life worse than death!"
"Normally, it's really hard for me to break your Dou Qi Protector in a short period of time, but what if I know your life?" Yang Xing said, pulling out a dagger.
The smile on his face was like a demon.
Cao Meng's pupils dilated, and he kept muttering: "Impossible...... No way...... This ......".