When the four arms intersected, a wave of air exploded, and a large amount of debris and dust from the clothes on the arms were smashed and scattered.
Garen and Anji Tielin were entangled fiercely, and their four arms collided quickly, making the sound of gold and iron.
No other tricks were used. Just using his arms, Garen suppressed Anji Tielin in just a few seconds. He blocked the opponent's double-armed attack with one arm. Occasionally, a single wave can miss the opponent's attack.
The other arm penetrated straight through the gap, and hit Anji Tielin with a palm.
Boom!
Anji Tielin was hit in the chest, his face turned pale instantly, he stepped back several steps and stood still, looking at the freshman chief in front of him. For a moment, he didn't know what words to say, his face turned red and then pale, and the venue fell silent for a while.
Vaguely, Anji Tielin felt that this new chief Nuonuo Xiwa not only had no flaws in martial arts like him, but the most important thing was that he had an indescribable sense of oppression in his movements and martial arts. The bloody murderous aura of an actual combat master is more of an indescribable sense of trembling.
"You can reach this level at this age. I underestimated you." Anji Tielin covered his chest and his face turned pale.
"You're already pretty good." Garen shook his head slightly, "Continue?"
"I..." Anji Tielin wanted to speak, but was suddenly interrupted by another voice.
"Let me do it, Angie."
Not far away, a young man with long black hair turned onto the martial arts arena, took off his black coat and threw it to his companion behind him.
"Bailey?" Anji Tielin was silent for a while, and chose to step down without further words. Before leaving, he whispered something to Garen. "Be careful, that guy is ranked seventh and has a bad temper."
Garen nodded, accepting the other party's kindness, and set his eyes on the man on the stage opposite. This guy named Bailey seemed to be covered in black mist, giving people an inexplicable illusion.
"Ranking seventh. It seems a little different." He felt that the opponent's spiritual willpower seemed to be not just one person, but two.
"Third-level consciousness. Being able to use it to this extent depends entirely on your own strong physical fitness." Bailey's eyes seemed to have something that could be scanned and seen through, with a faint white light spot flickering faintly.
Garen's heart shuddered, he didn't speak, but just looked at the other party quietly.
"Your physical fitness is terrifying. Either you have been soaked in strengthening fluid, or you may have undergone genetic radiation modification. But it doesn't matter." Bailey smiled slightly, "These are not important. Although physical fitness may increase body resistance and strength speed, but Pure suppression of consciousness is the real kingly way."
"Pure suppression of consciousness?" Garen raised his vigilance slightly. He was not very familiar with real consciousness secrets, so he could only pay attention to the movement around him at all times. The opponent is the seventh-ranked master. In the entire Black Disk Academy, the people who practice the Eagle Claws are all at the top of the pyramid. Judging by his age and demeanor, he is obviously not a rookie who has not been killed before. Such an opponent is enough to be treated as a real enemy.
"I'm also a genius at the Eagle's Nest, let me give you some pointers!!" Before the sound of "吧" was scattered at the end, Bailey swung his right arm like a sharp knife, cutting through the air, and there was a faint sound A hint of fishy sweetness. A phantom of a black arm formed in the air, grabbing towards Garen like a black snake ropeway.
Where the ground was affected by the phantom of the arm, there were faint signs of corrosion and discoloration, showing the terrifying toxins of this phantom. The alloy ground was also corroded in an instant, and if it was replaced by human skin, it would be corroded and necrotic in an instant.
"Toxic!" Garen frowned slightly, and took a few steps back like lightning, avoiding the phantom's swing, but within a few meters around the opponent, everything was wrapped in poisonous gas, and there was no way to get in.
Bailey stood on the martial arts arena like a hedgehog covered in thorns, making it impossible for people to start.
Boom!
Another phantom arm hit the ground behind Garen. Although he dodged it, there was still some black smoke entangled in it. The strange thing was that the black smoke seemed to have a consciousness of its own, actively climbing towards the skin of Garen's body , was shaken slightly by him, and it was directly scattered.
The two of them swung one at a time and retreated at the other. Before they knew it, Garen was completely suppressed.
Without letting go of his physical limitations, he was actually directly suppressed by his opponent's mind power secret technique. This made Garen look forward to it even more. Randomly meeting a seventh-ranked guy would be able to display such actual combat ability without a mecha, which really showed the terrifying degree of consciousness blessing.
A pilot with strong consciousness, even without a mecha, is equivalent to a top expert with strong internal strength, and it is not too easy to deal with ordinary people. The development of its own cells has reached a powerful height.
Thinking of this, Garen slightly let go of his own restrictions. After all, these people's consciousness is stronger than him, but their body quality is not much higher than the average of normal people. Just like the Pele in front of him, his quality is at most 1.2 or 1.3, and he is a little stronger than ordinary adults. Judging from his reaction speed and movement strength, it also shows that consciousness training seems to be only The moment of blessing can be effective, and without blessing, it is still the original quality of ordinary people.
Garen figured out the gap between consciousness and secret martial arts, and without further ado, he took a step forward, raised his palm into a knife, and slashed forward fiercely.
Woo! !
With a scream, an invisible airflow blasted out from his palm, blowing away the poisonous smoke in front of him. Taking advantage of the little time that the poisonous smoke dispersed, he rushed forward and punched Bailey inside.
"Poison pool!" Bailey opened his mouth, and the consciousness in his body suddenly surged. It was not the consciousness of the fourth level, but the fifth level! !
The powerful consciousness blows out in all directions, forming an invisible force field shock wave, which slams hard on Garen who is rushing forward.
Boom! !
He flew upside down, and his legs slid out long black marks on the ground. He didn't stop until the soles of his leather shoes were worn out.
The consciousness of his whole body wrapped around Gallon's body to protect him from the poisonous smoke of the opponent's consciousness, but at this time, Gallon also felt a tearing pain in his head. Obviously, his consciousness was traumatized and he needed to rest.
The gap between level five and level three is quite large. If Garen hadn't been physically strong, he probably would have fallen to the ground and couldn't get up.
Standing quietly in place, Garen could hear the admiration coming from outside the court. They were all praises for Bailey's terrifying and poisonous skills, but there were also praises for himself, so he joined the Eagle's Nest. As the freshman chief, unexpectedly He was able to match so many moves against the seventh-ranked master.
Garen suppressed his strong physical fitness and only used a little more than average quality to deal with it, but he didn't expect that with his strong experience in secret martial arts battles, he would be unable to attack the opponent, and because of this, he would be hurt by his consciousness. This is obviously caused by not being familiar enough with the opponent's tricks. The last wave of consciousness diffusion is an absolute impact that cannot be avoided. It is spread to all directions, up, down, left, and right, and can only be resisted.
With his eyes narrowed, Garen simulated a situation in which he let go of his physical fitness to fight, and the result he got was that it might be evenly divided, and both sides would be hurt. The opponent's poison kung fu is very powerful, and he can definitely charge forward with his poison kung fu to seriously injure him. other side.
This made Garen look forward to it even more. He was now close to the pinnacle of martial arts in the secret martial arts world, but he was still suppressed by a pilot without a mecha. Although he no longer has the incomparably tyrannical statue skill, but with his rich practical experience and realm, he can only reach this point. So what kind of terrifying strength will those higher-level pilots have
But now his physical fitness is still small, only more than three times, far from the peak level of the previous world, let alone the fixed-point level of the totem world. Rather, such a result is normal.
Garen was shocked here, but he didn't know that Bailey was even more shocked on the other side.
"This guy, this guy is simply a monster!!" Bailey kept his expression on the surface, but his heart was full of turmoil.
"I have the best physical fitness among the fifth-level pilots! Response ability, physical strength, speed and skill, all have been strengthened by special strengthening liquid, even the genetic modification has been irradiated several times, and it has reached the level beyond ordinary people. Can Unleash your potential to 100%! Even those specially trained army masters are no match for me!"
Bailey's heart twitched for a while.
"Only those martial artists who focus on martial arts fighting can surpass me in terms of physical fitness! This rookie actually..." He Bailey's pursuit of physical fitness, even many old five-level players can't reach it.
Pilots seldom focus on tempering their bodies too much, because their strength is the mecha, no matter how strong their bodies are, they can kill even the weakest mecha. Rather than doing this, it is better to devote energy to the training and improvement of mechs.
This has also led everyone to pursue a practice route based on consciousness. As for physical fitness, Bailey's level is already considered very good.
He, Bailey, has participated in several black-panel combat competitions, and won two gold awards and one silver award! He also worked part-time as a combat training mission for several generals. He himself also crawled out from between life and death.
Suppressing his shock, Bailey cleared his throat.
"How many years have you practiced fighting?"
The two didn't make any more moves at this time, they just confronted each other, and suddenly heard the other party's question, Garen knew that the two parties probably had no intention of continuing.
"It's very early, why are you asking this?"
This opponent's reaction speed is faster than the previous Anji Tielin, and he is familiar with melee combat. The timing of the burst of consciousness is very appropriate, so he is a good opponent.
The white spots in Bailey's eyes gradually lit up again. After scanning Garen carefully, his brows suddenly frowned.
"You've gone astray. No matter how strong your body is, it's impossible to defeat mechas. The route a pilot needs to take is consciousness. An overly strong body will waste time and energy, resulting in a lack of specialization. You could have Go higher and faster."
"My consciousness is fast enough." Garen shook his head slightly.
Bailey exhaled.
"It doesn't make any sense. No matter how strong your physical fitness is, you can be equal to me now, but believe it or not, after driving the mech, I only need one move to kill you." He stretched out his index finger and said calmly.
Garen's heart froze, and his five keen senses clearly sensed that what the other party said at this time was very real, without any intention of joking or humiliating, but a sense of sincerity.
(end of this chapter)