After Wei Feng finished today's class, he took Zhou Wen to the practice field, but what he took Zhou Wen to was not the practice field for students, but the practice field for instructors.
Naturally, students can't come here at ordinary times, only the instructor can practice here.
"How do you want to practice?" Wei Feng used a separate practice room and asked Zhou Wen after changing into a combat uniform.
"Pure boxing practice in actual combat." Zhou Wen said.
"Actual duel training is fine, but you are still at the legendary level, I can only suppress my own strength..." Before Wei Feng finished speaking, a human-shaped light and shadow appeared on Zhou Wen's body, and then the human-shaped light and shadow merged into Zhou Wen's body. Within his body, Zhou Wen's entire body seemed to be emitting radiance.
"Have you condensed your life soul to advance to the epic level?" Wei Feng looked at Zhou Wen in surprise. When he was Zhou Wen's age, he was only a mortal level, but Zhou Wen had already condensed his life soul, which was too fast.
Even though Wei Feng had seen many geniuses during his career as a mentor in recent years, it was the first time he had seen someone who was promoted to Epic at Zhou Wen's age.
"Yes, so please do your best, mentor, and don't show mercy," Zhou Wen said.
"Don't worry, I won't show mercy." Wei Feng laughed and thought to himself: "It can be said that you are an unparalleled genius to be promoted to the epic level at such a young age, but you are still too young, and the level does not represent the truth. Combat strength, let me teach you a good lesson, let you know how important actual combat experience is in combat."
Wei Feng looked at Zhou Wen's clothes and said, "Do you have an armored beast soul?"
"Yes." Zhou Wen replied.
"Put it on, practice in actual combat, there will inevitably be times when you can't stop, and it will be bad if you get hurt." Wei Feng said.
"Okay." Zhou Wen felt that this was true, so he summoned the mutated stone armor to wear on his body to ensure his safety.
"Then, let's start now." Unlike other mentors, Wei Feng didn't wait for Zhou Wen to make a move first, and punched him directly, but he didn't use his soul.
Wei Feng's punches were fast and fierce, but they were pure punches without the use of vitality skills. With the blessing of the ancient emperor's soul, Zhou Wen used the Qi San Zhang he had learned.
These seven palm techniques are the essence extracted by Wang Mingyuan from seven different palm techniques. Each technique has its own unique features, and the seven techniques have seven different moods. Zhou Wen has already practiced it very proficiently and is able to display The characteristics of the seven-stroke palm technique, but in terms of comprehending the artistic conception, it is naturally still a little bit worse.
It's not that Zhou Wen's comprehension is not enough to comprehend the artistic conception of Qi San Zhang, but because he usually doesn't have much chance to use the palm technique.
With sharp weapons like Bajian and Bamboo Knife in his hand, when he usually kills monsters, he will naturally not fight against dimensional creatures with his bare hands, and he rarely has the opportunity to use his palm skills.
Wei Feng started to use his experience and boxing skills to educate Zhou Wen, but after fighting for a while, he found that he couldn't take advantage of Zhou Wen's boxing skills.
Zhou Wen's palm technique seems to be changeable and can deal with various situations. What's even more frightening is that this guy doesn't look like a student at all, but more like an old fritter that has survived thousands of trials on the battlefield. He has rich combat experience. Not at all below him.
Wei Feng and Zhou Wen fought for more than ten minutes, and couldn't find any flaws in Zhou Wen's body. Not only did Zhou Wen have rich combat experience, but he was also shockingly stable. There was no trace of impetuousness in his palms. They tried to set a trap for the first time to lure Zhou Wen to take the risk of attacking him, but Zhou Wen was completely unmoved.
"Is this guy really only sixteen or seventeen years old?" Wei Feng couldn't believe it. First, Zhou Wen's combat experience is too rich, and second, with such a calm personality, he shouldn't be a youth of sixteen or seventeen. Teenagers should have.
He has also "educated" other gifted youths. Even though those gifted youths appear calm and dignified on the surface, in actual combat, as long as they are provoked a little, they will be enthusiastic, and he will seize the opportunity to educate them well.
Zhou Wen in front of him was completely different. He was as calm as a mountain, and he couldn't be more stable. No matter how Wei Feng tempted him, he would not be moved.
How did Wei Feng know that although Zhou Wen is young, he has extremely rich combat experience in the game. The reason why he is so calm is because of his personality, but the main reason is because he has experienced too many deaths in the game. Having experienced all kinds of death trials, he thought more than ordinary young people, and gradually developed the habit of being cautious.
Seeing Zhou Wen's appearance, Wei Feng thought that if he continued to fight him like this, even if he fought to the end of the world, there would be no result.
"I really can't underestimate the young people nowadays. Since he has already used his soul, then I don't need to be polite anymore." Wei Feng thought, and summoned his soul.
His Fate Soul is a glove that appears on his right hand. It looks like it is made of steel. It wraps his entire right fist and the forearm behind him, which looks like a mechanical arm.
"You have to be careful, my soul is called the fist of steel. Although it is not very eye-catching, it has powerful abilities." Wei Feng said, and the right hand wrapped in the fist of steel fiercely bombarded Zhou Wen. come over.
Wei Feng's boxing looks wide open and close, but in fact it is hidden delicate. Coupled with his rich combat experience, Zhou Wen tried his best to barely block Wei Feng's offensive, and there is no chance to counterattack yet.
Now that Wei Feng used the soul of life, Zhou Wen was not surprised but happy, because the pressure Wei Feng put on him before was obviously not enough, and now that he has used the soul of life, he should try his best.
Originally, Zhou Wen was thinking about the function of Wei Feng's Fate of Steel Fist, but Wei Feng's punch came over, and there were holes around the Fist of Steel that spewed out steam-like white smoke backwards, pushing Touching Wei Feng's fist, an unparalleled speed erupted in an instant, more than twice as fast as before.
Because it was a battle practice, Zhou Wen didn't use body skills to dodge, and forcibly received Wei Feng's punch with his palm.
Boom!
When fists and palms intersected, Zhou Wen only felt a huge force that made his arms numb, and his body involuntarily lifted off the ground and flew backwards.
Zhou Wen tossed in the air for a few weeks, and let go of that huge force. When he landed on the ground, his arms were still numb, and his palms were trembling slightly.
"I told you to be careful. The fist of steel has greatly enhanced my speed and strength. I only used a third of my strength just now." Wei Feng said slightly proudly.
"Come again." Zhou Wen stepped forward and attacked again. He had already sensed the imminent movement of the ancient emperor's soul, and his heart was beating violently.
Twelve Winged Dark Seraphim says
Woke up late, the next chapter will be about half an hour at night.