Chapter 272 Fast and Strong
Some people's swords are fast, some people's swords are heavy, and some people's swords are sharp.
Different people definitely have different styles.
If Chen Mo's speed of breaking through the puppet formation was a dimensionality reduction attack, then from a normal perspective, he should be very weak in aspects other than speed.
It's impossible for someone to be the best in everything, right?
At the same time, huge pressure fell on the silver main general puppet, and one side slashed at it.
hum!
An invisible barrier unfolds; this is the realm of the Mountain Sitting Body Defense Technique.
This technique not only blocks harmful attacks, but also resists shocks, making the user as firm and steady as a mountain.
With the support of Yangqiao, Gangqiao and double spiritual bodies, its defense power has been further improved.
A few people had reached the closest point before, but ultimately failed to break through the defense and were eliminated by the Black Iron Golems that caught up with them.
Song Wuyang and Qin Ye are now very nervous, they are worried that the same thing will happen.
Their mood was similar to that of some other disciples within the three-year period. The only difference was that people who didn't know Chen Mo probably wouldn't be nervous for him, but would just look forward to what would happen next.
But it was different for the seniors including Zhang Shenghu. They now found it even more difficult to believe their eyes.
One side cuts down the Ink Sword Sutra!
The new disciples could not recognize this technique, but they could see it at a glance.
The stronger a person is, the more he understands how terrifying it is to master both the Nine Killing Antelope Song and the Ink Sword Sutra at the same time.
In other words, even without talking about the power, the difficulty of mastering these two sword techniques at the same time is terrifying enough.
At this moment, with a loud bang, the sword light pressed down, and the barrier of the main general puppet was shattered on the spot. The body shining with silver light was visibly deformed and twisted, and it shattered to the ground with a loud crash.
No one can believe what they see with their own eyes.
Song Wuyang and Qin Ye couldn't, Qi Jingsu who was sitting in the office watching the live broadcast couldn't, Hong Yuanting in the audience couldn't, and Wei Po and Jiang Rui on the sidelines couldn't either.
What is most unacceptable is those players who failed to defeat the main general or whose scores were very low after defeating him.
Why is it so easy for him to fight? It wasn't like this when I fought just now!
From a bystander's perspective, the whole process seemed like a flash of silver thread, followed by a blow on the head of the sword, and the puppet shattered. It was so easy that it felt unreal.
When this guy gets to the ranking competition, won't he just start killing people indiscriminately?
Chen Mo on the field hesitated for a moment and did not strike a second time, because he felt that even Zuo Feisheng had only made a hole in its chest, and he had already destroyed this thing with one sword, so it should be enough.
He retracted his sword, looked at Zhang Shenghu and blinked: "Deacon Zhang, is it time to stop?"
The reason I asked this was because those black iron golems were still rumbling in pursuit.
Zhang Shenghu even forgot to stop the puppet.
"Oh, okay, go down and take a rest first."
He quickly ran to the judges' seat and found that Wu Tongyu was still as calm as usual, but the dean Yan Jing, who was easily embarrassed, was scratching his head.
"Hiss, Ink Command Sword Scripture, Nine Killing Antelope Song, Iron Armor Scripture?"
He couldn't figure out how these three skills were combined together.
Flexible and changeable high mobility, bold and aggressive offensive tactics, and steady and pure defense, they don't seem to be related at all.
"Could it be that he learned the Iron Armor Sutra just to make me happy, and he didn't really learn it? Hahaha, that would feel pretty impressive."
Although Wu Tongyu didn't know what he was thinking, judging from his gradually idiotic smile, he was probably imagining something strange again.
"Hurry up and give your scores," she urged, "Everyone is waiting." So, an additional score appeared in the notice board.
[Total score: 199.]
I only deducted 1 point from the subjective overall evaluation score, probably because I was afraid that he would become too proud.
As a breakthrough player, Chen Mo's performance was perfect.
"Good, good."
Zhang Shenghu murmured to himself that he was the happiest one because he would ultimately be responsible for selecting the contestants and leading them to achieve results in the national qualifying competition.
Now, he saw a top breakthrough player appear in front of him, and of course he was very excited.
There is no doubt that the breakthrough player of this school team has been determined. It is neither Wei Per, who was highly expected, nor Zuo Feisheng, who surpassed Wei Per, but a one-year disciple.
This news would soon spread to other martial arts academies. After all, every disciple had classmates in martial arts schools, and different interpersonal relationships formed a big network, and gossip would spread rapidly in it.
Chen Mo returned to the audience. Jiang Rui was a little nervous: "Junior Brother Chen, you are so powerful?"
Wei Per smiled bitterly and said, "You look like you came from the Nether Abyss."
Chen Mo asked, "What do you mean?"
"I can't explain it. I fought with you more than a month ago. At that time, you were in the middle stage of the fourth realm, and now you are in the fifth realm. Even if we put aside the realm, I have seen this sword of yours before. It was scary. Have you also practiced the self-sacrifice skill?" Wei Bo said helplessly.
Chen Mo spread his hands, and before he could say anything, he felt a mysterious gaze coming from the side.
"No buddy, are you really a new one-year apprentice?"
Zuo Feisheng was completely numb.
I thought that the only real opponent this time was Wei Per, and that after getting 190 points, he would be in a safe position.
He was imagining what special rewards the dean would give him and how to spend the huge contribution of 3000 points.
However, unexpectedly, a newcomer suddenly appeared halfway through and directly killed the game.
"Senior Brother Zuo, thank you for your patience." Chen Mo said modestly.
Zuo Feisheng was still a little frustrated: "Oh, it's so fucking uncomfortable."
Chen Mo said sympathetically: "Brother Zuo, it's okay. If you have any difficulty, you can tell me. I am the breakthrough player of the school team and I can try my best to help you solve it."
"Fuck you!" Zuo Feisheng blushed.
The guarding competition was held in the afternoon. Unrelated people began to leave the field one after another. When they passed by the sidelines, they would glance at the junior who almost got full marks.
If you participate in the qualifying competition, you will become the focus, after all, it represents the honor of the entire martial arts academy.
Apart from the illusory face and overly practical rewards, there are also some hidden benefits.
For example, if you perform outstandingly in the qualifying rounds, you will be noticed by some special organizations or large groups, and it will be easier for you to get a position. To put it bluntly, it will increase the thickness of your resume.
If Chen Mo's demand for resources increases in the future, he certainly cannot rely solely on the income of the core disciples of the Martial Academy. Working in those organizations and companies would be a good choice.
Generally speaking, he doesn't need to be on duty in this situation. He is just like a priest in a sect. He is usually in office and is only responsible for cleaning up the mess when something goes wrong.
In short, now that Chen Mo got the spot, he was surrounded by a group of acquaintances and congratulated for a long time until Yue Yue came to call people.
"Junior Brother Chen, Deacon Zhang wants you to come over."
(End of this chapter)
