The copy has 0 error tolerance, and the last words on the ground are all wrong for me.

Chapter 59 Man!
Zhao Yan was so angry that he laughed. How could he, an 7th-level veteran player specializing in fighting, be hurt by a th-level non-combat newcomer with a rating of only D-?
He had communicated with Wu Chang and could feel that Wu Chang was not one of those people with a second-year syndrome who was obsessed with the second dimension and thought that after gaining extraordinary abilities, he would automatically become the protagonist and the world would revolve around him.

On the contrary, although Wu Chang's ideas are a bit unconventional, he is not arrogant. He is able to recognize his own strength and will not easily mock others.

But the absence of ridicule is the greatest ridicule.

This shows that Wu Chang really thought he could hurt him.

Who do you think you are, the mysterious newcomer who makes the whole world go crazy for him as soon as he debuts?
If there wasn't a big sister standing behind you, I would have to teach you a lesson today.

Zhao Yan displayed the expression management skills that an instructor should have, and said with a smile:
"Don't be afraid, just go ahead and hit me. If you get hurt, it's my fault. Not only do you not have to pay for the medical expenses, but if you can beat me, I'll buy you a drink once we enter the Abyss Game."

Wu Chang scratched his head and said, "I'm so sorry."

Zhao Yan took two deep breaths, calmed down his mood and looked at Wu Chang with a salesman-like smile, "Hit me first, then we'll talk."

He has decided that in order for Wu Chang to go further in the Abyss Game, he must be serious and let this kid understand that playing tricks will not work in the face of absolute power.

Even if it makes him look a little embarrassed, the big sister should feel gratified as long as she can help him change his abnormal way of passing the level.

Wu Chang came to the ring and did warm-up exercises before physical education class, stretching his legs, expanding his chest, turning his body, and moving his wrists and ankles.

It seemed as if what was about to happen was not a fight, but a ball game.

If certain groups saw this, they would definitely shout, "Oh! This damn relaxation!"

After warming up, Wu Chang turned to look at Zhao Yan, "Can we start?"

Zhao Yan shrugged and said, "You can do it anytime..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw Wu Chang move his feet and run towards him.

In terms of action speed, he has an agility of about 15, which is good for a balanced player, but not good enough for a fighting player.

His feet are weak and his steps are straightforward, so he can only move straight forward and backward without any room for maneuver.

Do you think you can hurt him with this level of attack?
In Zhao Yan's eyes, Wu Chang's movements were full of loopholes and seemed like slow motion.

If he wanted, he could even stretch himself first, then go around Wu Chang and give him a kick.

How to win?
Before Zhao Yan could figure out a suitable way to win, he saw Wu Chang change his tactics.

Wu Chang actually jumped into the air when he was still three meters away from him, raised his elbow high, and hit him in the face.

"Man!"

Zhao Yan was startled by the shout, although the boy in front of him had funny movements and a messy fighting style, his voice was indeed loud.

energetic!

But this kid is too contemptuous. He elbows the man when he is only three meters away. Does he think he is a dead man?
With this kind of attack, if he just took half a step back, the flying elbow would have just brushed the tip of his nose and missed.

At that time, he wouldn't even need to use his hands. He just needed to put his hands in his pockets, use his shoulders to lift the guy up, and he would be able to send the guy flying out of the ring.

As a veteran player specializing in combat, the battle unfolded just as Zhao Yan had expected.

He took a half step back and watched Wu Chang's elbow pass in front of his nose.

He was just about to push with his shoulder, but Wu Chang's body suddenly moved sideways in mid-air, appeared in the most suitable place to exert force, and hit him in the face with his elbow.

This elbow is not very lethal, but it is extremely insulting.

Zhao Yan felt a black screen before his eyes and an inexplicable dizziness in his head. Then his legs went weak and he staggered back two steps and sat down on the ground.

A warm current flowed out of my nasal cavity. I rubbed it with the back of my hand and found it was nosebleed.

No, what happened, what happened.

How did he elbow me?

How did I sit on the ground?

Not only was Zhao Yan stunned by the elbow, but several assistants watching the fight in the audience were also stunned.

From their perspective, the instructor's half step back seemed like he was actively using his face to meet Wu Chang's elbow.

What was even more puzzling to them was that the instructor had been able to easily dissipate the force of attacks that were far more violent than the flying elbow and perfectly block them.

How could he have a nosebleed and sit on the ground after such a simple elbow? Was the instructor letting him off?
Who is this guy on the ring that can make the instructor sacrifice his image to help him stand out?

Zhao Yan grabbed the side rope of the ring and stood up. At this moment, he realized that this flying elbow was what Wu Chang called a control technique.

In the surveillance video, Wu Chang was knocked down by Xue Ci with just one elbow.

At first they were puzzled as to how Xue Ci could not dodge such an ordinary elbow.

He just thought that Xue Ci's condition was too bad and Wu Chang took advantage of it.

Now that I have seen it myself, I realize that this elbow does have some meaning.

Besides being difficult to dodge, the accompanying control effect also lasted surprisingly long. After half a minute, I could still feel a little dizzy, and my vision would go black from time to time.

Unfortunately, the damage is too low, so this skill is destined to be just a control skill.

Zhao Yan shook off the blood on his hands and said:

"I was careless just now and didn't dodge. That doesn't count. Let's compete again."

Wu Chang said reluctantly, "Instructor, let's forget it. I've said my skills are not suitable for sparring. It will hurt the relationship."

"You start, I'm prepared this time, you are..."

Before Zhao Yan could finish his words, he saw Wu Chang jump up and elbow him.

Hiss, this little bastard, he says he is hurtful, but he attacks without any hesitation and always attacks before he finishes speaking.

But this time he was prepared and would not be so careless.

Since the establishment of Wanghai City Administration, no instructor has been killed by a newcomer.

He must not be the first!
Thinking about going to the province to study, or to other branches for support, when others mention him, they will quietly add a sentence behind his back: "He is the instructor who was defeated by the Level 7 assistant."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shudder.

Don’t do that kind of thing!
His eyes became resolute, and he encouraged himself:
Will dodge!
"Man!"

The powerful shout rang out again.

This time, Zhao Yan displayed an agility of up to 40 points, and his entire body turned into an afterimage, circling around Wu Chang.

To be on the safe side, he crossed his hands in front of him and pushed forward in a defensive posture, trying to push Wu Chang out of the ring.

But before he could touch Wu Chang, he saw that Wu Chang's body transcended inertia and actually changed the direction of forward movement in the air.

At the same time, Wu Chang displayed his extraordinary flexibility, turned around and made a backhand attack, which passed through his crossed defensive arms at an unexpected angle and hit him in the face with an elbow.

And once again he was unable to resist and took a few steps back and sat on the ground.

The second elbow strike caused his nosebleed, which had just stopped, to gush out, and he was temporarily blinded for half a minute.

When he recovered from the dizziness and blindness, he found that Wu Chang had already left the ring, leaving him no chance to compete again.

lost.

Seeing the instructor sitting on the ring in a daze, the assistant who refused to take off his mask frowned, unable to tell whether the instructor was letting the students win or not.

The masked man was the first one chosen by Zhao Yan to go on stage for the competition, which meant that he had the best fighting skills among everyone. He was very confident in his fighting ability and believed that even if he faced a player above level ten, he would not necessarily lose.

The masked man found Wu Chang and asked tentatively: "I am curious about your skills. Can we have a competition?"

Wu Chang put on his usual hesitant expression, "This is not good."

"It's okay, we are just sparring in friendship, no harm..."

"Man!"

boom!
The elbow strike was fast, accurate and ruthless, hitting the masked man in the face. The masked man leaned back and fell straight to the ground.

The masked man triggered dizziness, weakness and poisoning. Under the triple buff, he lay on the ground unable to move, with his hands and feet twitching slightly uncontrollably.

Wu Chang turned to look at several other colleagues and said innocently:
"Let me just say that my skills are not suitable for sparring."

(End of this chapter)