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"Now, please invite the top students in each first-grade class to come forward and draw lots to compete!" On the rostrum, Vice Dean Xiong Chu stood up and said.
Huang Xiaolong and Lu Kai followed the instructions and stepped forward to draw lots.
Huang Xiaolong drew number four.
Number four means that Huang Xiaolong’s opponent is the number one in class four, a boy named Yang Mingwei. This Yang Mingwei is seventeen years old. He entered the academy eight years earlier than Huang Xiaolong and has already reached the late sixth level.
Late sixth level!
Li Lu couldn't help but change her face when she saw that Huang Xiaolong had drawn number four.
"Xiaolong, wait a minute, how about you?" Li Lu looked worried and didn't know how to speak.
"It's okay!" Huang Xiaolong smiled when he heard this. He knew what Li Lu wanted to say.
After Huang Xiaolong finished speaking, he gave Li Lu a reassuring look, and then slowly walked onto the stage with Yang Mingwei.
When they came to the stage, Huang Xiaolong and the two stood still.
Yang Mingwei's skin was very fair and his appearance was quite handsome. He looked at Huang Xiaolong and said with a smile: "Huang Xiaolong, right? I didn't expect that my first opponent would be you. I heard that yesterday, even Jiang Teng who broke through the fifth level was defeated by you. The palm is almost useless! But you are not my opponent yet, so you should take the initiative to admit defeat."
"Really?" Huang Xiaolong looked indifferent, but he could see that Yang Mingwei did not mean to be sarcastic. It was out of "good intentions" that he persuaded him to admit defeat.
"Let's take action." Huang Xiaolong looked at the other party and continued.
Yang Mingwei was startled, then shook his head: "Since you still don't give up, well, I'm going to take action now, you have to be careful!" After saying that, he released his fighting spirit, and in a flash, he came to Huang Xiaolong and punched him Towards Huang Xiaolong’s chest.
When Huang Xiaolong saw this, he raised his hand and hit him with the Arhat Fist.
"Boom!" With a sudden sound, Yang Mingwei's body was shaken, and he even took a few steps back before he stabilized.
Everyone was stunned.
"You, level six? How is that possible?!" Yang Mingwei looked at Huang Xiaolong in disbelief, and loosened his right arm that had just collided with Huang Xiaolong. His right arm was shaking slightly, and he felt numb.
After everyone was stunned, they gasped and started to stir wildly.
"This Huang Xiaolong, he has actually reached the sixth level! How old is he?!"
"Even Yang Mingwei was knocked back by him!"
"This is so evil and terrifying!"
Even on the rostrum, King Lu Zhe, Sun Zhang, Xiong Chu and others looked shocked and couldn't believe it, especially Sun Zhang and Xiong Chu's eyes widened and their mouths opened wide with extremely exaggerated expressions.
Yesterday in the square, Huang Xiaolong defeated Jiang Teng, which shocked Sun Zhang and Xiong Chu. However, in the eyes of the two of them, Huang Xiaolong was only at the late fifth level and at the peak of the later stage. Now, even Yang Mingwei, who was at the late sixth level, was defeated. Huang Xiaolong was knocked back with one punch!
What is this concept? !
After being shocked, Sun Zhang and Xiong Chu started to tremble all over. They were so excited that they even had the urge to rush to Huang Xiaolong and hug him.
When everyone was shocked, Huang Xiaolong looked at Yang Mingwei and said, "You should use all your strength." Huang Xiaolong could see that Yang Mingwei had not used all his strength just now, otherwise, he would not have been able to repel him so easily.
Yang Mingwei stared at Huang Xiaolong. The previous contempt completely disappeared and was replaced by solemnity. The blow just now made him know that Huang Xiaolong was already strong enough to be his opponent.
"Okay, I take back what I said earlier." Yang Mingwei said: "You are qualified to be my opponent, Huang Xiaolong. I will use all my strength to fight him, and I also hope you can use all your strength to fight me. !”
After Yang Mingwei finished speaking, his whole body glowed, and a person appeared behind him, a giant wearing a red gold armor, sitting there cross-legged!
This is Yang Mingwei’s martial spirit!
one person!
To be precise, they are ancient races!
Yang Mingwei's martial spirit is an ancient racial martial spirit called Fudo Mingwang. According to legend, many races were abandoned by the gods in ancient times, and Fudo Mingwang is one of them.
Racial martial spirits are also one kind of martial spirits, and generally speaking, racial martial spirits are high-level martial spirits.
For example, Yang Mingwei's Fudo Mingou is a top ten level martial spirit.
Of course, among the fourteen classes in the first grade, the first in each class usually has a tenth-level or top-notch martial spirit. Without such talent, it is impossible to win the first place in the class.
Yang Mingwei summoned King Wu Hun Fu Fu Ming, and a golden circle suddenly appeared behind him. He dodged and punched Huang Xiaolong suddenly.
Huang Xiaolong dodged and punched forward, causing the two of them to collide.
The fighting spirit surged and the air flow rolled.
This time, Yang Mingwei was still knocked back a few steps by Huang Xiaolong.
When everyone saw this, they were shocked again.
A person who possesses the Fudo Mingou martial spirit can summon Fudo Mingou. Whether it is physical strength or defense, it is half stronger than a strong person of the same level. However, Huang Xiaolong can still repel it. Huang Xiaolong's own physical strength isn't it? Better than Yang Mingwei? ! Moreover, Huang Xiaolong still hasn’t summoned his martial spirit.
After Huang Xiaolong punched Yang Mingwei back again, he flashed in front of him and stamped his chest with a long palm.
"Fudo Ming King Golden Circle!" Just when Huang Xiaolong's palm print touched Yang Mingwei's chest, a golden light flashed in Yang Mingwei's eyes, and the golden circle behind him suddenly radiated brightly and continued to rotate around his body, forming a defensive circle. Huang Xiaolong's palm print Hitting the golden circle is like hitting the strongest iron wall.
"You can't break through my defense!" Yang Mingwei looked at Huang Xiaolong and said, "Only the seventh level can break through my Fudo Ming King Golden Circle!"
Fudo Myooh Golden Circle!
This is Yang Ming's natal soul skill after the transformation of his mighty martial soul.
Yang Mingwei faced an enemy, and after using the Fudo Myooh Golden Circle, with his current strength, only the seventh level could break through his defense.
"Can't it be broken?" Huang Xiaolong's face was indifferent: "Not necessarily!" After saying that, the palm imprinted on Yang Mingwei's chest suddenly pressed forward, and a terrifying soft power suddenly poured in through the Fufu Ming King's golden circle. Yang Mingwei's body.
Yang Mingwei's eyes widened, his body trembled, and he retreated repeatedly. He didn't stabilize until he retreated to the edge of the stage, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Everyone on the stage was in an uproar when they saw this.
"You, what kind of fighting skill is this? You can actually break my Fudo Mingou Golden Circle!" Yang Mingwei said in disbelief.
This is the scary thing about Mianzhang. Even if there are two walls separated by Mianzhang, the opponent can be knocked away if the force of Mianzhang's palm strikes, but the wall will not do anything.
Huang Xiaolong did not answer. He flashed again and came to the opponent. He slapped his palm again. Yang Mingwei was shocked. Just when he was about to dodge, he was hit by Huang Xiaolong's palm. He flew upside down and fell to the audience.
Yang Mingwei is defeated!
Everyone looked at Yang Mingwei who fell off the stage and did not react for a long time. After a while, there was an uproar. Yang Mingwei actually lost! Moreover, Huang Xiaolong actually won so easily without even summoning his martial spirit.