"Next."
In the rain, Tang Ling was like a war machine.
He would never give you time to react. It was a very simple punch and a kick, and then it would be the same level of the next.
How many people did he knock down? Ten? Or twenty?
To be exact, there were 21 of them! Excluding the 21 members of the Fierce Dragon Squad.
A total of 21 geniuses had been defeated by him with a single punch and a kick?
It was not until a moment ago that he managed to land an extra punch on one of them. It was a New Moon Warrior who ranked 82nd in the First Reserved Camp.
He was a New Moon Warrior who entered the First Reserved Camp as the first place last year. He was a genius that everyone had high hopes for. In less than a year, he had risen to 87th place. Some even thought that he had been hiding his true strength and was waiting for another round of explosive attacks to push his strength to the top.
But now? He was a complete joke in front of Tang Ling.
Yes, he was a genius that allowed Tang Ling to land an extra punch.
A lot of people looked grim, but no one thought that Tang Ling's challenge was fake.
The strength of each punch and the speed of each kick were absolutely overwhelming.
"It's fine. There's actually an obvious dividing line in the First Reserved Camp. The top 55 and the bottom 55 are not on the same level. " One of the elite warriors could not help but whisper to another warrior beside him as he watched Tang Ling's performance, "Tang Ling!
It was unacceptable. How could a 15-year-old boy be so powerful? There must be a reason.
As a matter of fact, as long as one did not cross the dividing line, even if one was stronger than the others, it would still be limited.
"What do you mean by that?" The warrior beside him was obviously clueless.
"In simple words, the top 55 are qualified to become a Purple Moon Warrior because their strength has reached the threshold. Their abilities had reached the standard to become a Purple Moon Warrior. The bottom 55 are not qualified yet.
As long as they are not qualified, there's a huge gap between them. " As long as they don't have the qualifications, there will be a huge gap between them. "The Elite Warrior seemed to understand this very well. He answered very seriously.
While he was answering the question, Tang Ling's voice echoed in the hall twice. "Next."
Two more New Moon Warriors were knocked out of the ring by Tang Ling.
The warrior who listened to Tang Ling's answer was puzzled. He was amazed by Tang Ling's performance and asked, "Is it that bad? I know there's a standard to become a Purple Moon Warrior. For example, this standard line requires a force of 3,000 kilograms. What do you think is the difference between 2,999 kilograms and 3,000 kilograms? "
It sounded reasonable, but all it got was a sneer from the elite warrior. Once upon a time, he thought the same way too. He also had the hope of becoming a Purple Moon Warrior.
But reality gave him a harsh slap in the face, making him realize just how big the gap between people was.
"Do you know the limit? As a matter of fact, in order to become a Purple Moon Warrior, one had to reach the limit of one's unlocked body. There are a few criteria for this limit, but I'm not sure about the specifics. If you don't have the potential to reach the limit, your power will forever stay in a certain range. "
"Using your analogy, 3000 kilograms is the limit. If you don't have this potential, your strength will never exceed 2900 kilograms. Once you cross the limit of 3000kg, you will experience a rapid improvement in the following short period of time. This improvement will not exceed a certain value, just like 500kg. "
"But if you think about it, how big of a gap is this? Yes, after the rapid period, their improvement would become slower and more difficult. However, what if some geniuses can break through the second limit? What kind of gap is this? "
"There are some freaks in the First Reserved Camp. Based on what I know, some of them have broken through three limits! The bottom 55 will always be filled with newbies, but in the top 55, the difference between each of them might be like heaven and earth, "the elite warrior explained while sighing.
There was such a huge gap between geniuses and commoners. Those who could enter the First Reserved Camp could break through at least one limit.
Some geniuses did not even have any bottlenecks. They would keep breaking through and breaking through, just like Hank.
However, no one knew that Tang Ling did not even feel the so-called limit. As long as he ate, fought, and cultivated, he would continue to grow.
It was because he had the Perfect Genetic Chain.
"Next!" Tang Ling was still shouting.
He was too lazy to count how many people he had knocked down. All he knew was what his goal was.
Tiredness did not exist! He loved the feeling of pain. It felt like a knife was twisting his heart, so what was the physical pain?
In his current state, he was using his body's limit to replenish himself with vicious beast meat without caring about the cost.
Battles would consume a lot of energy anyway, so he should seize every second to grow. What was the digestion rate? He did not have to care anymore.
A New Moon Warrior ranked 62nd went up the ring.
"I should introduce myself to you. My name is We-"
"Cut the crap. Come on." Tang Ling interrupted the senior. He did not have time to waste on Ren He's bullsh * t. Did it matter what his name was?
Tang Ling's impatience angered the senior as he said loudly, "I just want to remind you to be careful because I've accumulated enough to break through to become a Purple Moon Warrior.
I originally wanted to amaze the world with a single feat and raise my ranking a little higher. But now, I'm sorry, I'll have to borrow your ring. "
Right after the senior's words subsided, a commotion broke out below the ring. One had to admit that a real Purple Moon Warrior had appeared in the bottom 55, which was quite shocking.
However, one had to admire the New Moon Warrior for being able to endure and accumulate for a long time.
Then, would Tang Ling's legend end in his hands?
Tang Ling's expression did not change at all. "Oh." He raised his hand and said, "Let's begin."
Was there a bigger insult than this? Even after he revealed his trump card, he was treated with disdain?
The senior was enraged as he dashed towards Tang Ling.
Slow. He was still too slow, but his punches were stronger than the others.
What about his reflexes?
Tang Ling's fighting spirit was finally aroused. His Precise Instinct finally started to operate.
When the senior's punch was less than 5 cm away from Tang Ling, Tang Ling slightly moved his body to the side and the senior's punch missed.
As a matter of fact, did Tang Ling need to use his Precise Instinct to do that? Not at all! Tang Ling got the answer in less than half a second.
With his speed, even if he relied on his battle instinct, he could still predict and dodge the punch.
The senior's punches were too rigid and limited to modern fighting techniques. He never learned how to train the so-called techniques into muscle memory, so he could not be bound by the techniques and could only rely on the changes in the battle to execute his moves.
However, Tang Ling's dodge finally gave those who were used to seeing Tang Ling crush his opponents a fresh feeling.
"Look, Tang Ling is dodging. The New Moon Warrior must be stronger than him. Otherwise, he could have taken the punch head-on."
"No, I think the New Moon Warrior is faster than him. He's just dodging."
"I have a different opinion. Have any of you seen Tang Ling's Bloody Iron Cage before? What's his strongest ability? It's something like a prediction ability. He must be using that ability. "
"Hmm, prediction ability. This battle is going to be interesting. The previous matches were too boring. Regardless, it means that the New Moon Warrior is very strong. However, Tang Ling has reached the level of a Purple Moon Warrior in such a short time. "
Discussions exploded in an instant, but Tang Ling did not seem to hear anything.
He had never felt the so-called limit. All he knew was that he was growing silently, but if he reached a bottleneck one day and broke through again, would it bring him any additional benefits?
Like an ability?
Tang Ling did not think that his Precise Instinct was his ability. It was something he was born with. In his eyes, the so-called ability should be a display of talent, just like Anthony's lightning and Worf's black threads.
Therefore, he should not defeat the New Moon Warrior too quickly. He should pressure him and see whether he had the ability or not.
Therefore, Tang Ling did not attack. Instead, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he performed the amazing prediction ability from the Bloody Iron Cage Battle.
Missed, missed, missed … In 15 seconds, the senior landed a total of 27 punches and 16 kicks on Tang Ling. He even landed a total of 35 attacks on various parts of his body.
Without a doubt, this was the speed of a Purple Moon Warrior.
However, it was useless. He missed repeatedly, wasting his strength, and all his attacks were ineffective.
Is he trying to humiliate me?
The senior was infuriated because only he knew how humiliating it was. Tang Ling was dodging in a small area and he did not even move a single step.
What the f * ck … The senior was furious. He had a trump card, and he wanted to keep it to himself. He wanted to use Tang Ling to stir up a commotion so that he could rise to the top.
Not only did he want to stomp Tang Ling under his feet, but he also wanted to seize the opportunity to challenge one of the New Moon Warriors in the top 30.
His trump card should only be used then!
"Don't force me," the senior roared, and the speed of his fists suddenly increased, bringing with it a slight sound of breaking wind.
At the same time, some of the audience noticed something amiss. "Prediction? Is his prediction that good? Does he have some other ability? "
This was the speech of an elite warrior. His words clearly caused the surrounding people to be confused. Prediction ability was a kind of feeling. In reality, the feeling it gave people depended on one's performance. In such a short period of time, consecutively and accurately making predictions? This ability …
"This ability is definitely not prediction. Prediction requires a great amount of spirit to activate this sixth sense, but Tang Ling's eyes and expression said that he is not using his spirit at all. "Finally, some Purple Moon Warriors started to pay attention to the battle.
It was slightly different from Tang Ling's performance in the Bloody Cage Battle. More precisely, in the Bloody Cage Battle, Tang Ling's performance was more like prediction, but this time, it was more like a calculation. He calculated the angle and strength of his opponent's punches, or maybe it was an instinct formed from long-term battle practice.
One had to admit that the Purple Moon Warriors were better at predicting things than common warriors.
However, they would never know that Tang Ling did not even dare to fully utilize his Precise Instinct during the Bloody Cage Battle. In the second half of the battle, he made mistakes in his performance, causing people to misunderstand. In short, no one would think that it was some kind of tactical calculation ability.
As for this time, Tang Ling did not even bother to put on a show. When he decided to send Vian off in a grand manner, he no longer hid his feelings.
A man was born in this world, and he had to endure. If he could not endure, he would shake the heavens and earth and do whatever he wanted!
However, his growth was too fast. He loved to torture himself and dance between life and death.
Therefore, the Purple Moon Warrior was right. Tang Ling did not use any calculation ability. He was just relying on his battle instinct that he had accumulated over a long period of time.
"Anyone can see that Tang Ling has a secret, but Tang Ling has a secret. His ability … I don't think it's prediction. Prediction is something that consumes one's spirit and relies on instinct. There's a chance of error, but he doesn't. " The other Purple Moon Warrior had his eyes half-closed as if he had fallen asleep, but now, he opened his eyes.
As a matter of fact, the underground battle should be a performance, right? He had such a judgment, but the performance had made him too tired.
The battle between the New Moon Warriors should not have piqued his interest, but Tang Ling's prediction piqued his interest.
It seemed like Tang Ling was the one in the limelight again.
Even though Tang Ling wanted to see how different the so-called Purple Moon Warrior was, he achieved his goal.
His goal had obviously been achieved. The enraged senior finally did something different.
Wind? Was it the wind? Unlike Andy's speed, Tang Ling's body was naturally faster than a common man's.
He was like a Hollai mountain goat that was good at running.
The senior did not have an advantage in terms of body speed. His wind came from between his fists.
As the frequency of his punches increased to a certain level, the wind brought about by his fists was obviously gathering. Every time he punched, the wind would become stronger.
Slowly, the wind grazed Tang Ling's exposed skin and started to hurt him. Slowly, the presence of the wind felt like it had materialized.
"Is this it?" Tang Ling showed a tinge of seriousness in his eyes. He felt that the wind had gathered to a critical point.
His Precise Instinct unconsciously came into play at the moment.
A scene was formed in Tang Ling's mind. The speed of his punches changed subtly. Before the first gust of wind dissipated, the next gust of wind started to accumulate.
Gradually, the wind accumulated. It was like something flying in the air, bringing about a storm that could cause harm to people.
Is this what talent is? The so-called talent of being close to the wind meant that if one was not particularly sensitive to the wind, one would not be able to feel the accumulation of the wind in a subtle way.
Then, could he do it too? A crazy thought bloomed in Tang Ling's mind. He wanted to imitate it. Even though he was not as sensitive as the wind, his Precise Instinct could calculate it.
Was Precise Instinct really just about precision? It seemed like an ability that could see through the essence of things.
Tang Ling was used to multitasking his brain. As he pondered over the question, his Precise Instinct calculated that the wind that could cause damage would appear beside the senior's fist in 1.8 seconds.
The target of the attack would be his abdomen.
There were at least 37 ways to dodge the attack. The easiest way was to step sideways, but Tang Ling did not plan to move his body. He had another crazy idea in mind.
He wanted to feel what kind of damage the accumulated wind would cause.
Would it be like the wind in winter? The wind would hurt when it grazed his face. Part of the damage was due to the speed, but more importantly, it was continuous in strands and patches.
The senior used the changes in his punches to gather the wind and play with it between his fists, so what would the accumulated damage be?
His Precise Instinct could not calculate it yet, so he had to feel it himself!
Was his abdomen weak? No, Tang Ling would not leave any weak spots on his body. He tightened his abdomen and clenched his fists.
Muscles were the best line of defense for a human. If the tightened muscles could not block the wind blade, his fists would be able to destroy it.
The wind could be scattered, but it had to be strong enough to cause a collision.
The senior's face flushed. It seemed like gathering the wind was the limit of his ability, and he had used up all his trump cards.
He threw a punch that was carefully concealed and aimed at Tang Ling's face. His other kick was aimed at Tang Ling's chest, and his other fist formed a perfect arc as if he was going to hit Tang Ling's right arm.
The three-way blockade was not unavoidable, but the key was that the gathered wind was released and it was aimed at Tang Ling's abdomen.
"Wind blade?" A Purple Moon Warrior said calmly. The wind talent ability was very common. Controlling the wind and launching wind blades were just one of the most common types of wind direction abilities.
It seemed like the New Moon Warrior was still young and inexperienced. He had thrown a total of 76 punches and only managed to gather a single wind blade.
However, at his age, before he officially became a Purple Moon Warrior and unlocked his first gene lock, gaining a sharper sense of nature, it was already impressive that he could achieve this much.
"Hmm, it's a wind blade, but it's a good tactic." Another Purple Moon Warrior commented.
As a matter of fact, even if he gathered the wind blade with 76 punches, it could not be used as a trump card.
If his tactic was seen through, there were many ways to break the wind blade.
More importantly, against Tang Ling, who had a special ability or super powerful battle instinct, the Purple Moon Warrior's tactic of using the invisible wind blade as an extra attack to lock him down from all directions was the correct tactic.
Which one should Tang Ling avoid? It seemed a little difficult. Even though Tang Ling's performance was astonishing, the Purple Moon Warriors did not think that Tang Ling could dodge the attacks from all directions.
Could Tang Ling not do it? Of course, he could. There were many ways in his calculations, including breaking the wind blade with brute force, but he had to feel the wind blade first.
Dodge with his left fist!
Dodge with his right leg!
Dodge with his right fist!
Tang Ling's body twisted and spun. His perfect control over his body made the people who saw his movements applaud uncontrollably.
"He can dodge it," one of the Purple Moon Warriors said.
"He …" The senior suddenly felt a little discouraged.
Everyone knew that after Tang Ling dodged the attacks from all three directions, all he needed was a simple iron bridge to break the attacks from all directions.
Was the iron bridge move that difficult? It was almost impossible for a normal person, but with Tang Ling's perfect control of his body, it was not difficult at all.
However, a scene that astonished everyone happened. Tang Ling turned around and faced the wind blade with his abdomen!
Anyone with a little bit of battle experience would not have done that. What was Tang Ling doing?
Swoosh! The wind blade flew towards Tang Ling's abdomen at lightning speed. At the same time, Tang Ling's abdomen was stretched to its limit, revealing his eight perfectly defined abdominal muscles.
A bloody gash appeared on his abdomen as Tang Ling's fist smashed down.
Tang Ling's skin was scratched, but his muscles were not damaged. If he did not smash the wind blade with his fist, it would have left a 1cm deep wound on his abdomen.
His defense was average at best. Even if he fought a king beast, he would still be beaten up, let alone a mutated beast.
It was the disadvantage of humans! Strength was not equal to defense after all.
Regardless, the power of the wind blade was decent.
"I did it!" The senior was unusually excited at that very moment. He had forgotten about his lofty ambitions from before. Being able to hurt Tang Ling seemed to be a huge comfort to him.
"He did it on purpose." Some of the Purple Moon Warriors found the outcome hard to believe, but they had to accept the truth.
However, why would he risk his life to feel the wind blade?
Tang Ling would never give an answer. He looked up and said calmly, "It's over."
As he spoke, Tang Ling finally launched his first attack.
It was a very direct punch, and its speed was obviously faster than the senior could react to.
Therefore, when Tang Ling's fist almost touched the senior, he raised his fist.
Bang! The fist collided and the senior staggered two steps back.
"It's almost there. Tang Ling's punch is faster than before." The senior was pale.
Tang Ling casually said, "Let's go again."
Swoosh! A wind-breaking noise was heard as Tang Ling launched another punch. This one was even faster than the first. The senior wanted to block it, but he realized that his hand that collided with Tang Ling was in excruciating pain. He could no longer clench his fist.
All he could do was retreat in a hurry.
However, it was useless. The punch landed on his shoulder as if he was hit by a heavy hammer.
Nevertheless, he was able to stand in the ring. A greater sense of humiliation rose in his heart as he shouted, "You …"
That's right, you can obviously attack me and fight me head-on. Why are you dodging? Are you toying with me? Are you putting on a show?
Unfortunately, Tang Ling twisted his body and landed a perfect side kick on the senior's back, kicking him out of the ring.
As a matter of fact, the senior could have fought Tang Ling a few more times, but his mind was in a mess.
He did not even react to Tang Ling's final side kick.
Even when he landed heavily on the ground, he was still immersed in the humiliation, but the sense of defeat was obvious. Was this the difference between them? Was there such a huge gap between geniuses?
"Next." Tang Ling stood on the spot and moved on to the next challenge. He was waiting for an opponent that could fight him head-on so that he could test the power of his wind blade.
He dared not guarantee that he could master it, so he had to experiment. Experiment after experiment. No one would mind becoming stronger, and Tang Ling was eager to get stronger.
"What do you think, Big Brother?" The warrior who was briefed on the so-called limit asked the elite warrior beside him.
"I … I don't have an opinion. He's really strong. " The elite warrior gulped nervously. The top 55 and bottom 55 were no longer an obstacle for Tang Ling.
He's a monster! How long has he been in the First Reserved Camp? Three months, I think? How did he manage to accumulate to the first limit? No, not only did he manage to accumulate to this level, but he had also gone through the first surge in strength stage.
The speed, strength, and reflexes that he displayed were far stronger than that guy who could play with the wind blade.
In the face of absolute strength, talent that had not been trained to a certain level was nothing but a joke.
"But I think getting into the top 20 is his limit." After some thought, the elite warrior finally spoke in a firm tone. He thought it was a very conservative judgment.
Some of the geniuses in the First Reserved Camp were not only talented, but they were also able to endure loneliness. How long had they been accumulating? Even if Tang Ling's talent was outstanding, he was no match for time. He could not transcend time and complete his explosive accumulation in one go.
"Hmm, getting into the top 20 is his limit," the elite warrior said in a firm tone.
This time, the elite warrior beside him did not say anything. He somehow thought that Tang Ling could create a miracle.
Less than five minutes had passed since the start of the battle.
Tang Ling had reached the 62nd place.
No one expected a quasi-Purple Moon Warrior to appear in the 62nd place, but it also meant that there was no suspense in the upcoming battles.
"Next.
"Next." Tang Ling started his punching mode again without any hesitation. If he could not finish them with a single punch, he would punch them twice.
Three to five punches later, the so-called geniuses of the New Moon Warriors fell under the ring one after another.
**
Amidst the wind and the drizzle that was getting lighter …
On Su Yao's communication device, the small screen that was playing on the screen delighted Su Yao and the other man.
"Old Su, you and the leader grew up together. Was the leader this powerful back then?" the man playing with the sword could not help but ask.
On the screen, Tang Ling's rank had risen to the 57th place.
It took him less than 8 minutes and 46 seconds.
"Him? No, he was still playing with mud back then. "Su Yao smiled in disdain. That guy could not be compared to Tang Ling. Tang Ling was obviously better.
"Impossible. How can the gap be that big?" The man playing with the sword could not believe it. In his eyes, the leader was a miracle worker. There was no need to be surprised when he accomplished anything.
However, why did such a person fail? Why did he fail in such a terrible way?
The man playing with the sword went silent. He had quit smoking a long time ago because the hobby was too extravagant. He had been living in seclusion for many years and was poor.
However, Su Yao did not seem to feel the man's emotions. He looked at the blurry Hope Barrier further away in the rain and said in a heavy voice, "The gap is because of resources.
Back then, he couldn't afford to eat. He had no food and ate the worst meat until he got constipated. Otherwise, what do you think? "A smile appeared on Su Yao's face.
It was a nostalgic past. Who would have thought that the godlike man would wail like a ghost when he took a dump?
"Constipated?" The man's face twitched. He felt that he should not imagine such a scene as it would ruin his image as the leader, so he changed the topic. "So? Tang Ling enjoyed a lot of resources? "
"A lot? Not a lot! It's not enough for his growth. I'm just going to go bankrupt. Hmm, he only ate vicious beast meat as a snack when he was 15. It's not extravagant at all. "
"Hmm, not extravagant at all." The man's expression changed, but when he thought of something, he realized that Tang Ling was not extravagant at all. He was even pitiful.
So, could the resources support this kid from the last place to the first place?
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