Ascension

Chapter 138 The prestige of the sandstorm, the name of the flower candle

As Jiang Yongnian's voice fell, the entire audience was stunned.

The students were tongue-tied, and many teaching assistants and tutors also smacked their tongues.

"The hospital actually agreed?"

"This is the first time that someone actually wants to seek the position of mentor with the strength of the first rank."

"If this is done by Assistant Professor Han, won't it be famous in the sea and the blue frog?"

"But there's nothing wrong with this condition. With winning as a bet, you won't get anything if you lose to Ren Wokuang."

"Once he wins, such a character will already be famous, and it's normal for a mere assistant to be unable to hold back..."

Criticisms kept pouring out, and people with different opinions were everywhere.

"Hey, after all, is this assistant teacher too confident?"

"I still don't understand why the dark and shining desert witch suppresses muscle zombies?"

"Looking at so many battles, no one can push Ren Wokuang into a desperate situation."

"As for the assistant teacher Han Junhan, he hasn't fought yet, and he seems to be sure of victory in his heart."

"Based on this estimate, this battle must be extremely exciting. We can't stand by and watch. It's really making people scratch their heads and feel uncomfortable all over!"

As soon as similar remarks were made, there were many people who echoed them.

Most people felt that Assistant Coach Han was hiding his secrets and was far more arrogant than Ren Wo Kuang.

But his words and deeds are too calm, and few people can agree with him if he is a sensationalist.

"It's useless to talk too much, war!"

Ren Wo Kuang pulled off his tattered shirt, exposing his strong bronze muscles to the sun.

He was already excited, and the desire to fight gushed out from his body was much higher than that of challenging Feng Chunshi, who was number one in the grade rankings.

Ye Hanjun could see that there were scars all over his body.

Some were skin wounds from the battle just now, but more were actually old wounds.

These old wounds have been healed, but the scars left behind are too ugly. As Ren Wokuang walks, like squirming centipedes, superimposed on each other, his aura becomes even more ferocious.

Lord Yehan remained silent.

When leaving the spectator seats, he neither climbed over the seats nor slammed indiscriminately, and walked slowly to the center of the battlefield, with a calm appearance like a scholar who has no strength to restrain a chicken.

Then, under the leadership of a group of elderly mentors headed by Jiang Yongnian, the bustling crowd gradually faded away.

Ye Hanjun and Ren Wokuang walked into an underground passage together. After walking for about a minute, a 1-meter-high thick stone door appeared in front of them.

"Boom--"

The stone door opened, and a spacious training room came into view.

There are several rows of old weapons and more than a dozen sets of armor in different colors.

In addition to this, there is a large amount of dust accumulation. Obviously, no one uses it on weekdays and has been idle for a long time.

"right here."

With his hands behind his back, Jiang Yongnian glanced at Mr. Ye Han, and said slowly:

"I think that with the skills and abilities of both of you, you both disdain to engage in malpractice for personal gain."

"However, there is no need for referees, no need for medical care, and if something happens, it can only be said to be self-inflicted, and the academy does not bear any responsibility."

"It's natural."

Lord Ye Han nodded, and stepped into the room.

Ren Wo Kuang's eyes were blazing, and he followed closely behind.

At this time, he remained silent.

But the exuberant blood energy fluctuates, like a lion and a tiger about to prey, just waiting to pounce on the prey and feast on it.

"Boom--"

The Shimen closed, Jiang Yongnian, Tong Xuan, Hong Li...the complex expressions of the old men disappeared from sight.

Ye Hanjun smiled, as if he didn't notice the fighting spirit that was about to erupt around him.

He walked around the training room, checking repeatedly that there was nothing left for prying eyes.

And the materials of the stone wall and the stone gate are also high-quality stone materials. After blessing the pattern, whether it is firmness or airtightness, it can make people feel at ease.

In this case, Ye Hanjun turned his head and asked casually:
"You have fought several times in a row, you have injuries on your body, and the spirit is not in its prime."

"If you fight me like this, if you lose, will you feel uneasy?"

"I won't take this little injury to heart!"

Ren Wo snorted wildly, the light flashed, and the muscular zombie appeared beside him.

His eyes fixed on Mr. Yehan, his rapid breathing gradually stabilized, and he asked suddenly:

"On the contrary, Assistant Professor Han, I heard that you are seriously ill. When you first came to the academy, you would vomit blood after walking a few steps."

"Today, so close perception."

"Although it's not as bad as the rumors, your bones are indeed weak."

"Ren would like to ask, will this state limit the display of your strength?"

"It would be really disappointing if Ren couldn't enjoy such a difficult challenge..."

"Do not worry."

Ye Hanjun raised the corners of his mouth and said relaxedly:
"Everyone can be disappointed in this battle, except you."

"That's good!"

Let me clasped my fists crazily, suddenly retreated dozens of steps, squatted slightly on my knees, and said with all my vigilance:

"Please teach Assistant Han!"

"Chong!"

Ye Hanjun pulled out a long knife and held it in his right hand.

The next moment, the left wrist flashed with goose-yellow light, the summoning formation flashed in the pan, and the Sandstorm Witch appeared.

"Swish—"

Anthurium smeared with bionic paint, wearing a black and white gradient dress, dirty face, and various scars on the exposed skin.

She slowly got up from the curled up state, and as her eyes opened, a pair of dim vertical snake pupils came into Ren Wokuang's eyes.

"Is this the Desert Witch? Such weak blood energy fluctuations..."

Ren Wokuang murmured to himself, but there was still a hint of disappointment in his tone.

The muscular zombie standing next to him stared at Hua Zhu with his pale eyes, but he was not surprised or contemptuous. He clenched his fists tightly, as if he was never slacking off in a battle-ready posture.

"Huazhu, this is a very powerful enemy."

"There is no need to hide this battle, do your best to defeat him."

The faint voice echoed in the training room.

The Sandstorm Witch, who hadn't figured out the form at all, flicked her downcast eyes and thought for a moment.

In the next second, the frost-white gust detonated, and the strong airflow pushed the yellow sand all over the sky, like silk and satin shawls, constantly cleaning the surface of the skin.

My eyes widened wildly, my brows trembling.

In the storm of wind and sand, the figure of the desert witch was mostly hidden.

Only those dim eyes no longer had a gloomy and turbid texture.

Like two little suns, when they break through the night and rise, they suddenly turn from extremely dark to extremely bright, and everything in the world has a real color for this.

"Wow—"

The swirling wind and sand gradually stopped, and the figure of the witch emerged completely.

She seemed to be reborn and reborn.

The long golden hair is silky and smooth, and the jet-black wizard hat is exquisite and small.

Under the snow-white neck, there is a whole set of white witch robes inlaid with gold trim, which are light, soft and elegant.

On both sides of the cuffs, a pair of scissor-shaped pliers are engraved with spiraling white patterns, and the sharp edges on them exude a shocking power of the wind element.

Behind, a ring-shaped scorpion tail swayed gently, and the collision of white and black seemed to hide the mystery of mysterious laws.

Further down, the thighs exposed outside the hem of the skirt are moist, well-proportioned, delicate and smooth.

The bare feet on the ground are slender, white, petite and lovely.

Such a slim figure is paired with a face that does not wear makeup but has just glimpsed its beauty.

Let me be stunned for a moment and then again. After I came to my senses, a wave of fighting spirit surged in my chest, and I roared loudly:
"I understand! I understand!"

"Everyone thought that the Desert Witch was still in a dark and shining state!"

"But this is by no means a lack of blood! You have already cultivated her into another form, a supreme and incredible form... This is the root of your incomparable self-confidence!"

"Still satisfied?"

Ye Hanjun smiled lightly, but didn't explain too much.

"satisfy!"

Ren Wokuang clenched his fist, hammered his chest, and when he lifted it up again, he shouted in a voice like cracking mountains and opening stones:

"But I won't necessarily lose!"

"Let me wander! Let's go!"

"Roar!"

A muscular zombie of [-] meters, the iron rings on his wrists and ankles cracked and shattered.

In an instant, an even more majestic aura erupted from the body. At this moment, it seemed that it was no longer a beast with bulging muscles. It suddenly jumped to the king of beasts, and the entire training space emitted a faint trembling sound.

"Roar!!!"

The muscular zombie rushed forward, covering a distance of 15 meters in just one step, like a humanoid cannonball, unstoppable.

"boom!!"

A shield quietly emerged, blocking the zombies.

Muscle Zombie Ren Wolang hit it with a raised fist without even thinking about it.

A jaw-dropping scene appeared, a monster of the same level could be sent flying with a single punch, and it might even be seriously injured by a single punch.

When I hit this shield, it didn't break with the first punch, and it didn't break with the second punch either.

Until the tenth punch, there were only a few cracks on it, and it was still some distance away from shattering.

"Hahaha! Hard enough!"

"This defensive skill should be above 90 lines! Finally found a real opponent!"

Let me laugh wildly twice without hiding behind.

He judged that Lord Yehan was weak and regarded it as a weak point, and wanted to bypass the Sandstorm Witch and head straight for Lord Yehan.

But Mr. Yehan had already withdrawn and retreated.

As a gust of wind blew by, the shield disappeared, and a huge sand fist condensed into shape, and the first strike hit Ren Wokuang's front.

--boom! !
Ren Wokuang blocked with both arms, thinking he could block a punch.

But he still underestimated the power of "Gathering Sand into a Fist". He took dozens of steps back. Although he did not fall to the ground, his chest shook, his mouth felt sweet, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"So strong! You can hurt me with one punch!"

There was no surprise on Ren Wokuang's face, but a look of long-awaited eagerness to try.With one stride, he grabbed a longbow, nocked and pulled the string, and when he let go, the arrow shot out like the wind and lightning.

Lord Yehan turned sideways, and a mighty arrow flew past his sleeve, and finally hit the wall with a ding.

"Whoosh whoosh!!!"

It was no surprise that one arrow missed, so I wildly hung up the second arrow, the third arrow... and fired continuously.

He has so much strength that he is obviously very handy with weapons like bows.

Lord Yehan didn't feel the killing intent, but he found that Ren Wokuang's arrows were all aimed at his vitals.

This strong man, after seeing the new Sandstorm Witch, seemed to truly regard him as a strong enemy, not daring to underestimate him, let alone hold back.

"Roar!!"

As a "strong man", Ren Wo Kuang gives up hand-to-hand combat and shoots arrows from a distance.

The Contracted Spirits and Muscle Zombies, wrapped around the flowers and candles, kept attacking, looking like they were desperate for their lives.

Like the flower candle, it is actually stuck at the top of the clay sculpture.

If it wasn't for the master's failure to break through the rank, it would have already ascended to Xiazhao and started a new round of cultivation.

--boom! !
A punch struck down. What he faced this time was not the Tiangang Sand Shield, but a fist made of sand elements.

In this kind of confrontation, the witch turned out to be slightly better.

Obviously, the strength of the muscle zombie is unparalleled, but it just can't break through the witch's blockade.

However, the muscular zombie punched faster, found an opportunity to take advantage of it, and threw another punch without even thinking about it, heading straight for the witch.

call--

The strong wind raged, and the flower candle changed its position under the impetus of the wind element. Not only did it escape from the zombie's fist wind, but it also appeared in front of Lord Yehan, blocking several arrows for him.

In this way, when he came back to his senses, the Tiangang Sand Shield appeared, and the muscular zombies that rushed towards him hit the shield with a bang. After being blocked, they opened their teeth and danced their fists, as if they were crazy.

"Not enough! Not enough power!"

"Leave me alone, I allow you to use "Boiling Blood"! "

"Roar!"

With a loud roar, he responded to his master's command.

The muscle zombie took three steps back, hit the ground with both feet, and raised his arms in front of him. A wisp of scarlet blood suddenly floated out of the already bulging muscles.

Lord Ye Han suddenly heard two strange sounds, one seemed to be disturbing the water of the lake, it was continuous, and the other was like thunderous bells, there were two in total, superimposed on each other.

"Boom-bang-bang-bang-"

It was the heartbeat of a muscular zombie.

It has two hearts, one on each side of the chest.

When the strongest skill "Blood Boiling" is activated, the heart beats wildly, the blood circulation in the whole body accelerates, and part of it evaporates outward.

The picture presented here is that the muscular zombie's whole body is surrounded by a layer of crimson strange evil light, as if it is in the flames, the heat wave hits, the fierce rolling, and the overall momentum is raised to a higher level.

"Boom!"

The flower candle paused, and a trace of solemnity flashed in the golden eyes.

She felt the pressure, and the muscle zombies in a boiling blood state seemed to pose a great threat to her.

"Roar!!"

The muscle zombie sprinted again, [-]% faster than before.

The same barbaric fist, with the blessing of boiling blood, can actually create cracks in the Tiangang Sand Shield with three punches, and ten consecutive punches can make a piece of Tiangang Sand Shield almost useless.

"Roar!!!"

The runaway muscular zombies are not just for the Sandstorm Witch.

Although it doesn't have very high intelligence, its instinct is particularly terrifying.

While fighting with Hua Zhu, it repeatedly charged and killed Lord Ye Han. In order to block some of the fists that Hua Zhu could dodge for Lord Ye Han, he had to condense sand into fists or summon the Tiangang Sand Shield.

"Not enough! Still not enough!"

"The witch who controls the two attributes of wind and sand is really powerful!"

I laughed wildly, looked down at the quiver that had no arrows left, threw away the long bow, picked up a big hammer, and entered the battlefield again.

He is a "strong man" with a very strong physique, and a "police officer" of the same rank can't get any benefits from him.

Having the help of a hammer is equivalent to having a medium to wield strength. When Hua Zhu gathers sand and forms a fist to attack him, he will hit him with a hammer in return.

Even though every time I was shocked until my tiger's mouth went numb, I was forced to back up.

But every injury suffered by Renwo Kuang was not serious for his body. He could continue fighting after taking a few breaths.

On the contrary, Ye Hanjun seemed extremely weak.

Belonging to the coach, no power can strengthen his flesh and blood.

Not to mention being hit by a hammer or a muscular zombie, even if he just scratched a little bit, he couldn't bear it and walked around.

However, with his perception covering the entire training ground, Mr. Yehan can make a prediction every time.

Although his body is weak, he retains most of his flexibility. He can do rolls, splits, bends...many actions that ordinary people cannot do, but he can do them easily. Some attacks that should be unavoidable, he can do it by changing his position or using his strength. Use force to help yourself out of danger.

"Slippery like a catfish, Assistant Professor Han is very skilled!"

Ren Wokuang laughed loudly, blocked the flying wind claws with his hammer, stamped his right foot, and his momentum changed again.

"Boiling blood can't take you down, there is really no other way!"

"I'm going to use the strongest blow. If you can't block it, you will definitely die!"

Mr. Ye Han leaned against a wall, clutching his chest and panting violently.

It is undeniable that such pure hand-to-hand combat puts great pressure on him to survive.

But fortunately, a series of attacks were blocked.

The price is only a great consumption of physical strength, plus a throbbing pain in the heart, but in fact, no harm was suffered.

Next is the top priority!
Skill superimposes power, Hua Zhu has injured muscular zombies and Wicked more than once.

But the vitality of this one person is too tenacious, unless it hits the vital point directly, it is difficult to achieve the effect of serious injury.

However, the militant Ren Wokuang can let go and fight, and can put life and death aside.

With "fearlessness" as his core personality, he is still a muscular zombie of the zombie clan. He is not afraid of death and has always traded lives for injuries.

But Ye Hanjun did not participate in this challenge for the purpose of learning from each other.

He has been waiting, waiting for a better opportunity to win with one blow.

"war!"

With a roar, I let me spurt out a mouthful of blood, and my whole body suddenly became depressed.

However, the blood he spit out did not fall to the ground. It condensed into a simple "strong" character in mid-air and flew lightly down the muscular zombie's back, like a large seal hitting its back.

"boom!"

There was a loud crash.

The muscular zombie made the sound of frying beans, crackling non-stop.

Mr. Yehan squinted his eyes and watched as its muscles swelled up again, as if it was carrying mountains and peaks. The muscles that were originally dominated by dark red suddenly turned bright red. May explode.

"Anthurium!"

Ye Hanjun shouted loudly and made a gesture of putting two fingers together.

The Sandstorm Witch immediately pushed up a gust of wind and carried Lord Ye Han forward.

"puff!"

Before reaching the position, Mr. Ye Han tried his best to throw the long knife in his hand, and cut straight at Ren Wokuang's chest.

With a muffled sound, Ren Wokuang, who had just released his active power, failed to escape this surprise attack.

However, his body was too strong. Lord Ye Han threw a long knife, but the blade could only penetrate two or three centimeters, unable to penetrate his muscles at all.

But... Lord Yehan arrived a second later, pulled out his long knife, and thrust it suddenly into Ren Wokuang's abdomen. After stirring it hard, he finally broke the skin and pierced the abdomen.

Ren Wo Kuang, who had forced himself out of the stiff state, immediately grabbed Ye Hanjun's neck with his hands that were twice the size of a normal person.

The wind exploded, and the howling tail stinged obliquely across his shoulder, allowing me to suffer from severe pain, and I could no longer lift my bloody right arm.

"Chong!"

Lord Yehan pulled out his long knife and placed it across Ren Wokuang's neck. The coldness in his eyes, coupled with the wisp of murderous intent emanating from him, made the meaning very clear.

"you lose."

"Yeah, I lost."

"You are so bold to rush forward at this moment..."

Ren Wokuang stopped exerting his strength, maintained a motionless posture, and said in a low voice:

"But the "explosive muscle" has been activated, and Ren Wolang is still in the state of "boiling blood". "

"Under the double superposition, the only trace of its mind will be swallowed up, and its mind will only be full of thoughts of spewing power and destroying the enemy."

"It's a situation that I can't prevent."

"The next punch, it will definitely blast out, even if I'm right next to it, it won't hesitate."

"If you just subdue me but fail to block the next attack, we will die together."

No matter how fast I spoke, even when death was approaching, he was able to keep his face straight.

Lord Yehan smiled, quickly put away the long knife, and threw it on the ground casually.

"Then let's see whether its fists are more powerful or Hua Zhu's magic."

As soon as the words fell, the Sandstorm Witch had already risen into the air.

Golden sand and frosty white wind spurted out of her body at the same time.

In an instant, most of the light sources in the underground training room, which was as bright as day, were suppressed.

The Sandstorm Witch, Anthurium, seems to be a fairy who has just descended from the nine heavens. When she looks down on the world, she still has a graceful and indifferent face.

"call--"

The area with a radius of 30 meters was filled with flying sand and rocks, and the world was turbid.

Just listen to the roar of the wind, the roar of the zombies, the roar of the wind, the zombies punch, the sonic boom has the power to tear the ear holes.

At that time, blood spattered, and the muscles of the muscular zombie shrank by half.

This fist of blood, which condensed everything, didn't even need to hit directly. It turned into an illusory fist with an afterimage, and fell directly on the sandstorm witch.

And Hua Zhu... just looked at it lightly.

Reflected in the golden pupils are billowing yellow sand rising into the sky, and the howling wind roaring like a galloping dragon.

There are too many elemental substances stranded in the space around him, and there seems to be a humming sound in the invisible, shaking the soul again and again.

"boom!!!"

There was a loud noise, and I couldn't see anything clearly, and the whole world became gray.

This is a collision beyond the current level, the wind and waves are like knives, the yellow sand is like a sword, and the piercing edge lingers on the heartstrings.

In the infinite shock and silence, there was no explosion, no shattering, and the bloody illusory fist could not break through the wind and sand at all, as if it had never existed before, without leaving any traces.

The whole world suddenly became unusually quiet.

(End of this chapter)