Sweat appeared on Huai Boy's forehead.
Thinking about this, Qian Liu couldn't help but feel anticipation.
A Wen's eyes were completely black. Black energy shrouded his armor, the tip of his spear burning.
Boom!
"A good show?" Qian Liu did not immediately react. Truthfully, he was slightly disappointed.
"It's nothing major, just exhausted," Shu Long said respectfully.
A familiar feeling came. Every time he decided to fight with his life on the battlefield, he would enter this strange state. Killing intent boiled all over his body, but his heart was icy cold. To be able to survive so many cruel battles, this strange state was his life-saving talisman.
The yao art houses that were well versed in this path knew how to teach their students. Analysis and deconstruction was a technique that every student had to learn. In order to train the students in these techniques, a rich ocean of questions was necessary. Other than the common ocean of questions, each yao art house had their own ocean of questions.
He had actually been stumped by a proper little yao art question … …
At this time, the black armor on A Wen's body popped out, the long metal feathers vibrating in unison. A power that could topple mountains and move seas instantly passed through his right arm. He shouted from under the visor, "Kill!"
"That boy can't make it." The fire-faced person glanced and snorted coldly. "Strong on the outside but weak on the inside!"
"Ha, that guy's coming out!" The fire-faced person was extremely excited.
They gaped as they looked at A Wen's swift figure. Was this still that slow and clumsy Guard Camp? One person and one leopard were like two bolts of black lightning that chased and tangled with each other. The erratic energy spear could freely pass through the void, close or far, without any blind spots. It was hard to defend against.
A Wen's speed was just slightly less than Zuo Mo's Light Void Wings. Dressed in black armor, he was like a bolt of black lightning. The fiend soul leopard's speed was actually equal to A Wen. It was filled with explosive power, and each attack was like lightning.
A light sound came from deep within the fiendish mist.
This was the first time A Wen planned to fight with his life on the line after entering Guard Camp.
Zuo Mo's heart finally relaxed. He had originally planned on A Wen testing the fiend soul leopard's strength. He hadn't expected this guy to have such a fiery personality and insist on killing the fiend soul leopard.
Everyone's expressions became grave. Shu Long tightly gripped the long halberd in his hand and prepared to reinforce at any time.
"Eldest Senior Brother …"
Xie Shan, who had already stepped into jindan, was pale. He screamed as if someone had stepped on his tail, "Sword essence!"
Everyone was deeply shocked by A Wen's stunning attack, especially Vermillion Bird Camp that usually had their eyes at the top. They were the most shocked. Their greatest impression of Guard Camp was the [Crow Fiend Mo Killing Formation]. In their view, the individual combat abilities of the hardship guards were not strong.
However, his confidence was swiftly shattered in front of the twelve questions of the prison battlefield. In fact, when he came to the third question, he began to sweat.
Brother Huai stood there in a daze.
The fire-faced man was bored out of his mind and complained, "What are you doing! He had thought that he would be able to see a big commotion, but it turned out to be so boring! If I had known it would be so boring, I wouldn't have gone through all this trouble. "
It slowly retreated.
Zuo Mo hurriedly ran next to Shu Long. "How is it?"
A black tide spread out from the depths of the fiendish mist at an astonishing speed. Everywhere it passed, it turned into a black void. This black tide came extremely quickly. In a blink, it arrived in front of Zuo Mo and the others. It was like a bottomless void that swallowed everything.
Compared to Brother Huai's nervousness and dispiritedness, the crowd of spectators outside felt disinterested.
These questions were not unfamiliar. Quite the opposite, it should be an area that every yao was familiar with.
Qian Liu reacted. The fire-faced man was right. The old fellows and the young fellows had one thing in common, and that was conceit. Conceited yao all cared about their face. If they lost in yao arts, it would not be a big problem, but if they lost in solving questions, no matter if it was the old people or the little ones, they definitely would not be able to accept it.
Thinking about this, the fire-faced man seemed to see the ugly expressions of those old people. He laughed freely.
It was a land of death!
The fiend soul leopard smelt the presence of danger and retreated even faster. In a blink, it disappeared into the fiendish mist.
The scriptures of [Hardship Guard] flowed through his mind, and his gaze became even deeper.
Two figures flickered in and out of sight in the fiendish mist.
The strength of that fiend soul leopard surpassed everyone's predictions. It wasn't just that its speed was not at a disadvantage, its power was even greater than A Wen's. The sharp energy spear that howled was easily crushed by the leopard. Everyone felt a chill in their hearts. If it had hit them, they would have been instantly crushed.
They had just entered the fiendish mist, and the monsters that wandered deeper in the fiendish mist were even more powerful. If they couldn't even defeat this leopard, what would they do in the future? Thinking about this, A Wen's presence suddenly became fierce and murderous.
Xie Shan's figure flashed and burrowed into the fiendish mist. When he returned two breaths later, there was a leopard on his hand. There was a hole the size of an egg in the forehead of this fiend soul leopard that went through the entire forehead. In Xie Shan's hand, the fiend soul leopard quickly dissipated into threads of black energy at a visible rate.
Little yao arts!
The tempo was unimaginably fast!
Suddenly, the fire-faced man's thoughts changed and he gave a gloating smile. "Haha, now there's a good show to watch!"
Zuo Mo's group seemed to be situated in the void.
Ma Fan, Shu Long, and the others all had pale faces.
He was much stronger than before, but he still couldn't do anything to the leopard in front of him.
As a top student of the yao art house, solving problems was something that Huai Boy was very familiar with and skilled at.
Xie Shan and the others were afraid that Zuo Mo would be a step slower. They all raised their heads and looked in shock into the fiendish mist ahead.
Suddenly, Zuo Mo raised his head, his gaze as sharp as a sword as it pointed into the fiendish mist ahead.
But A Wen's performance today completely upended their impressions.
Pia!
So Guard Camp had grown to such a level!
The speed of both sides were extremely fast. Even the people of Vermillion Bird Camp that usually advocated fast attacks had slightly changed expressions. Many people were calculating inside. If it was them, would they be able to retreat unscathed under such a ferocious and sharp attack? Other than a rare few that could maintain their composure, the great majority of people had ugly expressions.
The leopard's palm was covered in fine scales and extremely hard. The five cun long sharp hooked claws were the most eye-catching. The bead was the size of a pinky finger, glowing and translucent. It could be seen at a glance that it was not an ordinary item. Right now was not the time to study these things. Zuo Mo carelessly threw them into the ring.
The continuous sound of metal scraping was like countless blades being pulled out of their sheaths. Countless long feathers ejected from A Wen's black armor. The long feathers were extremely thin, the edges as sharp as blades. In this moment, a vicious and murderous energy suddenly spread.
This was a prison-breaking battle, but they were solving problems like students, and only Huai Boy could see the surface of the problem. They could only stare in boredom at Huai Boy's forehead and count how many beads of sweat there were.
Of the twelve problems in front of him, he had solved five and was stuck on the sixth problem. The hourglass at the side did not show any signs of being stuck. Seeing the sand at the top of the hourglass decrease at a visible rate, the layer of sweat on Huai Boy's forehead increased.
They didn't have any confidence.
Retracting his mind, Qian Liu's gaze landed on the field.
The fiend soul leopard showed intentions of retreating. It was intelligent. The troop in front of it was too large and it could not gain an advantage. If it was wounded here, it wouldn't be able to get any prey, and even it would become the prey of other fiend soul beasts.
No, he had to finish the battle quickly. He could not delay the advance of the troop!
He bent his body and held the spear, his legs spread apart as he crouched slightly.
The red tassel of the spear turned to a ball of red flame that wrapped around the spearhead. The black fiendish energy twisted along the shaft and burrowed into the burning spearhead.
Everyone's expression changed.
He had never thought that the prison-breaking battle of the Wasteland Beast Chessboard was solving problems. With the prosperity of the era of the yao art houses, middle-level yao arts were popular, and teamwork had become the mainstream. In the history of yao, there had never been an era that placed such importance on teamwork like now. Gathering the power of the group to solve yao arts was the most popular method at present.
"Hm!" Xie Shan's face showed shock. Ma Fan also had a shocked expression. They were extremely sensitive to presences and could clearly detect the change in A Wen's body.
The prison battlefield returned to its original state.
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The little yao arts that had to be learned upon entering the yao art house were slightly distant to Huai Boy. Before he entered the yao art house, he had already finished learning the little yao arts. How old had he been then?
The black armor on his body was exquisite and light as though it was made from layers of feathers. It was unique in Guard Camp. At this time, the black armor on his body slowly moved as though it was alive. Everyone's hairs stood on end. Layers of fine metal feathers climbed onto A Wen's face and covered it with a thin feather armor.
Zuo Mo's attention finally landed on the fiend soul panther that Xie Shan had carried over. The fiend soul panther had completely dissipated, leaving only a palm and a bead.
The black spear suddenly disappeared from his hand.
"Don't rush," Qian Liu could only comfort. "We will see the results soon."
Zuo Mo seemed to be struck by lightning. His body suddenly froze. He dumbly gave an instinctive murmur.
This caused him to feel even more defeated.
"Think about it, the little guys that those old people taught can't even solve problems better than others. Wouldn't their faces be even uglier?" The fire-faced person was very smug. "Their way, solving problems is a basic skill. Their basic skills can't even compare to others. Haha, is there anything more ironic than this?"
Clang clang clang!
Six years old? Seven years old?
There was no dazzling light, no murderous presence, no complex and profound changes … …
Even now, his sixth question was still a question about little yao arts.
Huai Boy's expression was slightly ashen.
A Wen hadn't thought this fiend soul panther would be so hard to deal with.
In the void, a sky-reaching enormous sword entered everyone's eyes.
He had failed.
Huai Boy himself could not remember.
He hadn't thought that the prison-breaking battle of the Wasteland Beast Chessboard would be solving problems. He had never heard of such a peaceful and serene prison-breaking battle.
A Wen fell on his back. Before his body hit the ground, he was caught by a black-armored arm. Shu Long had rushed over.
However, the problem that the peerlessly simple little yao arts involved caused him to feel a sense of helplessness from the bottom of his heart. The problem that the other had designed was not unpopular, and the thought process was not strange and strange. It was filled with an aura of righteousness.
The fiendish mist filled with corrosive power turned to nothingness.
A Wen raised his face. The layers of fine black feathers on the mask flashed with a fine luster, vicious and cold.
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