He moved again. The speed of his footwork was obviously a level higher than before. But it gave people a feeling of lightness and uncertainty. Charcoal did not even bother to dodge.
Relying on his mastery of the 8 Point Blade Technique, Lucifer beat Charcoal until he had no chance to retaliate. Everyone sighed. This was already the 60th match. Although there were many who were completely beaten, but the exhaustion of stamina and energy was also progressing bit by bit. If it accumulated, once they met a pro like Lucifer, they would be pushed to their limits instantly.
Lucifer's lips curled into a smile. His opponent was completely suppressed by his footwork. But his defense was still quite tenacious. It was a pity that he was at the end of his rope.
Hong …
A violent punch. Charcoal once again defended. But this punch sent him flying 8 meters away. Lucifer's pressure was getting stronger and stronger.
"Charcoal, you are not bad. I will give you a chance on my own. Join our Wind Group. I will help you to move freely in the World of Saints!"
Lucifer said. With his ability at the acolyte level, it would not be something to be proud of to come here and bully a newcomer. So he wanted Charcoal to voluntarily surrender and join the Wind Group. This was the choice for both fame and fortune.
To survive in this world, one could not do without some intelligence.
Wang Zheng slowly stood up. He had fought 60 matches consecutively. It was quite taxing on his body and energy. The main thing was that the 8 Point Blade Technique could not keep up with this consumption. But …
"If you have no more follow-up, I will end it." Wang Zheng said calmly.
Against different people, Wang Zheng adhered to his own rules. That's right, he had to establish his own rules. Those who were worth sparring with, such as this person in front of him, he would let the opponent perform. Those who were too weak, or those who were too cheap, he would get rid of them directly.
Lucifer was stunned. He could not help but laugh. "Since you are so stubborn, I will not hold back!"
Zeng …
Lucifer's own understanding of Windwalk Steps was slightly lacking if he only relied on the 8 Point Blade Technique to support it. But at the disciple level, it was definitely unbeatable.
His figure suddenly became erratic. Sometimes fast and sometimes slow. But in the blink of an eye, he was behind Charcoal. A hand knife chopped down.
But at this moment, Charcoal took a step forward. His hand knife missed. Lucifer followed closely, but … he missed again. This kick missed again …
Lucifer's footsteps quickened as he closed in on Charcoal step by step. From the beginning to the end, Charcoal did not look back.
The understanding of the wind?
Lucifer's situation could only be considered as having the wind on his body, while Wang Zheng had the wind in his heart. His ever-changing footwork was full of traces. It was undoubtedly unbeatable against opponents who relied on their vision.
But for Wang Zheng …
Lucifer was anxious. He had no choice but to be anxious. He was attacking from behind, but his opponent didn't even turn around. There were so many people watching. Wasn't this embarrassing?
Lucifer's attacks were getting colder and colder. He couldn't hold on any longer after a few of his attacks missed.
However, Wang Zheng maintained a simple change in his footwork from beginning to end. His opponent's footwork was complex, while his was simple. However, each step was stuck at a crucial point.
This kind of suppression made Lucifer so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood. This meant that his opponent had completely seen through his tricks. But damn, he didn't "see" at all!
Whoosh …
Lucifer unsheathed his sword. The cold light brought along a whirlwind as it slashed towards Wang Zheng. Lucifer had already lost his mind. He only knew that if he didn't kill this opponent, he would be nailed to the pillar of shame in a few minutes.
Wang Zheng sighed softly in his heart. Why did these opponents lose their cool so easily …
Lucifer's sword slashed with all his might. At this moment, Charcoal, who was originally in front, suddenly retreated and cut in. The sword brushed past his neck. This impact wasn't heavy, but it obstructed the path of Lucifer's sword. Wang Zheng's left hand had already grabbed the hand that was holding the sword. At the same time, he exerted strength in his shoulder.
The long sword left his hand.
Immediately after, Lucifer's body was flung up. Lucifer, who was in mid-air, was also impressive. He actually forcefully activated his martial arts and kicked towards Wang Zheng.
Hong …
Wang Zheng, who had been moving slowly, suddenly kicked out like a cannonball.
Peng …
Lucifer's body exploded and turned into pieces.
The 60th battle, victory!
Wang Zheng was just standing there, but it made all the so-called experts in the crowd fall silent.
Why?
Why?
And it was still so easy. The opponent was Lucifer!
His Wind Steps had been recognized by the World of Saints. It was his unique understanding. Why could he defeat him with his back facing him?
This was already the 60th battle. Didn't he know that he was tired?
Luo Fei was a little confused. When he entered the World of Saints, he knew that the Chronos family had an innate advantage. In the Solar System, only the Chronos family, the power that Achilles was in, and the Lie family had techniques that were passed down from the past. Currently, Lear was the first to enter, which also meant that he had the advantage. Once he obtained the complete technique, Lear would be unstoppable. This was because the Ares Art was known as one of the three major techniques of the era of the gods.
The most important thing was that Luo Fei really didn't want to be Wang Zheng's enemy. Although they were teammates, but looking at Wang Zheng's performance in mecha, this guy was simply born for mecha. He had unparalleled dominance.
But in the World of Saints, it was a different matter. Martial arts and knowledge determined everything.
But looking at it now … Wang Zheng was still as horrifying here.
Peng …
Luo Fei's head was hit hard. Luo Fei hugged his head. It hurt like hell.
Lear was still very satisfied with this damned fatty most of the time, except when he was facing Wang Zheng. He wasn't afraid of death, but he was afraid of Wang Zheng.
"Keke, Boss, Wang Zheng isn't that great. He can only mingle in the disciple level. Once he goes up, it will be the world of martial arts. Haha, haha."
Luo Fei laughed dryly. He felt that this was the logic. It was applicable to most people. But for Wang Zheng … it might not be useful.
F * ck, he had already fought 60 battles.
What was he trying to do?
Lear snorted coldly. "With Wang Zheng's quality, to be able to use the Blade Technique to such an extent is a shocking thing."
But Lear was still shocked. This had to be stopped. But now he didn't need to do anything. Wang Zheng seemed to have become famous in this battle, but he had probably offended many people.
"The tallest tree in the forest will be destroyed by the wind."
Lear said. He understood Wang Zheng very well. This guy must have been provoked by something to be so abnormal. But it had saved him a lot of trouble. Unless it was absolutely necessary, he really didn't want to fight with Wang Zheng face to face.
If he won, there was nothing to be happy about. The other party was just a country bumpkin. If he lost, it would be a mistake that was hard to recover.
"What if, I can't destroy it?" Luo Fei followed up very blankly. It was completely instinctive.
Peng …
Mad Puppy hugged his head and squatted on the ground, grimacing in pain.
"I must destroy it!"
(Tomorrow I will bring Treasure Circle to take pictures. Update at night.)
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