Just as Zhou Jing was thinking, Wu Fan moved.
brush!
He was bullying close like a ghost, holding the knife in both hands and slashing hard, rolling up the strong wind.
Zhou Jing's eyes flashed, he raised his sword horizontally, and slammed into it.
Boom!
With a muffled sound, the two training knives slashed horizontally and vertically, bounced slightly and then reattached, and a circle of dust was swayed by the collision.
In the next moment, the two of them changed their moves at the same time, the shadows of the swords flashed, and they kept going straight to their respective key points.
Zhou Jing's blade turned around his wrist, sticking Wu Fan's weapon, his other hand stretched out to hold the opponent's blade tightly, raised his eyebrows and said, "It's a familiar movement, you learn from me?"
Wu Fan did not draw the knife, but also reached out to grab the training knife that Zhou Jing had not yet had time to withdraw.
The two controlled each other's weapons, pulled each other, and froze in mid-air.
"My ability can accurately imitate other people's body movements, whether it is muscles, bones or fascia, all the detailed movement trajectories can be imitated. There is no secret in my eyes. I have understood your combat skills."
Taking advantage of the stalemate, Wu Fan explained casually without concealing it.
Zhou Jing squinted his eyes: "Your strength and speed are also very strong, can you imitate my movements and also imitate my physical fitness?"
"That's not it." Wu Fan said with no expression on his face, and said slowly: "This is another ability of mine. I can use thoughts, thoughts or willpower to temporarily improve my power. In other words... I think about me Strong, I will be strong."
Zhou Jing's heart twitched.
rub, what kind of idealistic superpower is this, you can do it if you think about it, you can do it? !
"So no matter what kind of enemy I am, I can surpass it. I imagine that my physical quality is stronger than yours, and I can temporarily improve to a level that exceeds yours!"
As Wu Fan spoke, he slowly added force to the palm of his hand holding the blade, and pulled it towards him.
Zhou Jing knew that this was the opponent's psychological tactic, so he quickly calmed down and had an idea in his heart.
Don't look at people saying that they have no weaknesses, but there must be limits, otherwise it will not be S-level potential, but 3S-level.
Intensity, duration, etc., there must be limitations, and I am afraid that the unique ability of others cannot be easily copied through "I think".
Even if it temporarily improves to a physical quality similar to his own, it does not have many characteristics of the strengthening blessing of his own blood, and it can only be regarded as a blank slate. Moreover, the skyrocketing power will lead to the weakening of body control. Even if the opponent imitates their own fighting skills, it is estimated that they will not be able to get used to the temporarily obtained power overnight.
However, this is indeed an unreasonable and wonderful ability. Zhou Jing's knowledge gained and he was amazed.
"Imitated my skills, do you think it's enough? Just have skills, do you know how to use them, can you learn from my experience together?"
Zhou Jing let go abruptly.
Suddenly losing his resistance, Wu Fan was driven by his own strength and stumbled slightly.
call!
Taking this opportunity, Zhou Jing grabbed his hands and patted Wu Fan's chest, bringing a fierce wind.
Wu Fan hurriedly exerted his strength to stand firm, and before he had time to counterattack, he placed his knives in front of his chest, facing Zhou Jing's slap.
At the same time, his eyes shimmered, and silhouettes in different postures flashed, as if analyzing movements.
brush!
Just as the palms were about to hit the blade, the tensed palms suddenly softened and turned into smears, crossing like butterflies passing through flowers.
One hand hit the place where the two knives meet from the side, using a skillful force to deflect the weapon, and then the palm of the hand slid down quickly against the blade, controlling one of Wu Fan's hands holding the knife.
The other hand grabbed the door, took advantage of the blade's deviation, staggered the parrying weapon, and grabbed Wu Fan's collar.
Zhou Jing kept walking, jumping into the body to grab the seat, stumbling on Wu Fan with one foot, destroying the center of gravity, and then twisting his waist, driving his arms, as if he was about to grab Wu Fan and throw it to the side.
"Want to throw me?" Wu Fan reacted quickly, and when he was about to rise into the air, he hooked his foot directly around Zhou Jing's leg, using his strength to resolve the throw.
However, at the next moment, Zhou Jing seemed to be ready. Before Wu Fan could change his moves, he suddenly bent his knees, directly pinching Wu Fan's hooks between his calves and thighs, and then turned around and rolled to the other side.
boom!
With a muffled sound, Wu Fan, who was completely out of balance and unable to dodge, had already drawn an arc and slapped the ground face down, with Zhou Jing lying on his back.
And one of his arms holding the knife was also twisted behind Zhou Jing's back, caught between the two of them, unable to move.
Months of fighting lessons on board are not for nothing.
The moment the posture was formed, Zhou Jing didn't say a word, and then the force of the roll directly hit Wu Fan's back shoulder with an elbow, making a muffled sound.
"hiss!"
Wu Fan gasped in pain and hurriedly arched his waist. He lifted Zhou Jing, who was lying on his back, and bounced a short distance away.
But before he could make another move, his back was suddenly hit hard, and he was hit by a volley on the top of his knee. His lumbar vertebrae suddenly softened, and he temporarily lost his strength, and was pressed under him again.
The next moment, a burst of old fists fell on Wu Fan's head and back like raindrops.
Bang bang bang!
The ground beneath both of them shook with a circle of dust.
Wu Fan was beaten until his eyes were dazzled, and the uncontrolled hand quickly released the handle of the knife, protecting the back of his head and taking the blow.
At this moment, Zhou Jing suddenly retracted his fist, pressed Wu Fan's body, and rolled to the side.
The hand that Wu Fan was twisted behind his back almost broke his wrist, and he involuntarily let go of the knife in pain, and the weapon in his hand was taken away by Zhou Jing.
Zhou Jing grabbed the knife, and while rolling, he picked up another knife that Wu Fan let go and dropped on the ground.
And at the moment when he finished rolling and hadn't got up, his legs suddenly kicked back, and the explosive force was like a cannon popping out of the chamber.
With no pressure on his back, Wu Fan just wanted to get up when he was kicked back with a forceful force, straight to his flanks and ribs!
Bang! Bang!
Wu Fan was out of control, and the whole person flew out more than ten meters, slammed to the ground again, rolled several times, and slid to the edge of the ring.
He spit out a mouthful of sour water, the pain was so severe that he couldn't maintain his cold expression, his face was slightly distorted, and he felt that the entire row of ribs seemed to be kicked off.
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On the other side, Zhou Jing turned over and stood up with a oolong pillar, holding both knives in his hands, and said in a deep voice:
"Skills are dead, people are alive, and imitation is just imitation. If you can't really master it, once you encounter multiple strains from your opponent in actual combat, you may not be able to resolve it with imitation skills alone. You are still far behind."
"I haven't lost yet..."
Wu Fan clutched his side ribs, stood up with difficulty, gritted his teeth and put on a fighting stance, his fists glowed brightly, as if he still had no ability.
However, the next moment, Zhou Jing's figure suddenly enlarged in his eyes.
Sa!
Zhou Jing bullied him in an instant, and the speed was even faster than before, almost making people unable to react.
The surroundings seemed to suddenly darken, and the two bright electric lights in Zhou Jing's eyes became the only colors in Wu Fan's sight.
The double knives blew a gust of wind, slashing side by side with the momentum, hitting Wu Fan's abdomen hard.
Bang!
The muffled sound overlapped into a sound, and a circle of shocking wind burst out and spread.
"You really are... amazing."
Wu Fan's face turned purple, and he forced himself to finish speaking.
The medical staff who were waiting on the side quickly came up to give treatment, and found that Wu Fan was just suddenly overstressed and fainted, and his injuries were not serious.
Zhou Jing took two glances, then walked back to the middle of the ring, and let out a sigh of relief.
"Huh, this person is quite good...Imitation ability, it should be regarded as the qualification of a martial arts wizard, the potential is amazing, the battle experienced at the beginning is limited, maybe not strong enough, but the more you fight, the better, if you give him enough opportunities Through imitation and continuous learning and growth, it is not so easy to win him."
Zhou Jing secretly paid attention to it, Wu Fan... is definitely a potential stock.
He calmed down, put away his thoughts, lowered his knives to the ground, looked down at the stage, and asked, "Is there anyone else coming up?"
The field was quiet.
This time, no one really wanted to challenge him.
Many freshmen's throats twitched, and there was no more contempt, and there was only awe in their hearts.
Even the S-rank was easily overturned. Although it was not an instant kill, it was also suppressed throughout the process.
This series of close-quarters fighting with clouds flowing water, rabbits rising and falling falcons made everyone fascinated and shocked.
It seems... even among the specially selected students, this Zhou Jing is a very strong type of person.
Especially the melee ability, compared with these freshmen, they are undoubtedly the masters of the masters, and they are completely slaughtering children... Just talking about melee, everyone does not think that there is anyone who can match Zhou Jing.
Even with the same physical fitness and skills, it seems that he can't play as well.
Seeing that there was no one to challenge, Zhou Jing stepped down, unless he challenged himself, then it is estimated that he would not have to play again.
As soon as he got off the stage, Tang Liu came over, stood on tiptoe, and patted Zhou Jing on the shoulder vigorously, with a "good job worthy of praise" expression:
"Not bad, although it's still worse than me, but it's already very powerful. I announce that I will officially promote you, and you will be my number one general in the future!"
"...then I'm really happy."
Zhou Jing gave him a strange look and was speechless for a while.
I don't know whether to say that this young man is not pushing the numbers, or that he is overconfident.
And is there anyone else under your "subordinate"? Am I the only one who likes to tease you...
Shaking his head, Zhou Jing didn't attack the young man's interest, he responded casually twice, and sat on the sidelines to watch the battle.
In the next discussion, he did not play any more scenes and observed other people's abilities offstage.
He also looked at the superpowers of the other selected students.
As for other freshmen's plans to challenge the specially selected students, a few were successful, and the ones who won were the specially selected students in the lower ranks.
From the daytime to the afternoon, almost everyone was exhausted, and the internal discussions were finally over. Li Yun walked down from the viewing platform with the mentor group, gathered everyone around, and announced the matter.
"Everyone performed well today. We collected your actual combat information and made an assessment. The places for the ring and team competitions have been decided."
After speaking, Li Yun showed a virtual screen with the names of fifty people written on it, and assigned the number of entries.
The crowd rushed to find their name.
Zhou Jing also took a look, and soon saw himself in the list of the ring competition.
Li Yun looked around, his eyes fell on Zhou Jing, and he said:
"In addition, the mentor team decided to let Ding Qiu, Tang Liu, Wu Fan, Feng Xulei, and Zhou Jing be the core of the game, and our tactics will be formulated around you."
Hearing this, everyone looked at the five people with envy and awe.
Zhou Jing nodded secretly, except for him, the other four were all S-rank.
On the stage, Deng Yunjie and other leading figures shook their heads and laughed, looked at Zhou Jing, and laughed softly:
"I didn't expect to have a B-level as the core, which can create the history of the Department of Science."
"Hey, I hope other departments won't be startled by him."
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