The strongest training system

Chapter 455 Inextinguishable Iron Candle
That night, Wang Hao was still practicing in the academy when he was awakened by Jia Houwei's excited voice.

"Boss, I won!"

Wang Hao opened his eyes, looked at Jia Houwei's chubby face, and said angrily, "At any rate, he is a martial artist at the Spiritual Martial Realm. If you can't even win the first round, you might as well find a tofu and kill him!"

Jia Houwei smiled, a little embarrassed.

"It's so late, why don't you go to accompany Rouling, what are you looking for me for?"

"Boss, didn't you say that you want to train me before I find a famous teacher to teach me? Time is so tight, let's do it now!"

"Okay!" Wang Hao did not refuse, his experience value has reached the ninth level of Tianwu Realm 999999/1000000, unless he chooses to break through to the Spirit Martial Realm, there is no point in continuing to practice.

Wang Hao took out several primordial stones from the inventory, and carved small seal symbols on them with his refining hand. He arranged the primordial stones in the corner of the yard, and the seal symbols echoed each other, forming a barrier that shielded the fluctuations of the primordial force and fighting. Array of sounds.

With this formation, no matter how hard Wang Hao and Jia Houwei struggled, no more than ten people in the entire academy could find them.

"Fatty, what is the morality you understand?"

Any warrior who can advance to the realm of Lingwu must have a deep understanding of some kind of morality. Before the fight, neither of them showed their housekeeping skills. Now that Wang Hao wants to help Jia Houwei improve his strength, he must figure it out.

"The law of luck!"

Jia Houwei's answer did not exceed Wang Hao's expectations. Jia Houwei's bloodline is of the moral type, and it is reasonable to understand the same morality as the bloodline.

"Call out your bloodline soul and let me have a look."

Jia Houwei took a deep breath, his body exuded strong energy fluctuations, and behind him, a vague shadow emerged.

It has been a long time since Wang Hao saw Jia Houwei's bloodline soul for the first time. After careful comparison, Wang Hao found that Jia Houwei's bloodline soul has undergone great changes.

Jia Houwei's bloodline soul has transformed into a human form from a cloud of mist. This human form is very slender, obviously a female body.

"Launch your morality and attack me."

"Okay!" Jia Houwei was not hypocritical at all. In the previous confrontation, he had already understood that even if his level was one level higher than Wang Hao's, he would still not be Wang Hao's opponent, and the gap was even huge.

The soul of blood merged into Jia Houwei's body, and white Lichen emerged from his arms.

"The art of leaving dust!"

Li Chen, so fine that the naked eye can't see it, vibrates at a high frequency tens of thousands of times per breath. At this time, Jia Houwei's fists are the sharpest profound weapons.

"Boss, watch the fist!"

Jia Houwei punched, Wang Hao did not dodge, he gathered his moral power between his hands, and also threw a punch.

Although it was a punch, Wang Hao also incorporated swordsmanship into it.

"Snapped!"

The two punches faced each other, Jia Houwei not only failed to take any advantage, but retreated three steps in a row.

"Boss, what kind of martial art is this, can you teach me?"

Wang Hao reprimanded angrily: "If you use a sword instead, I will teach you!"

Jia Houwei stuck out his tongue, he was used to fists and knives, if he was asked to use a sword instead, he might not be able to master it after ten years of learning.

His own blow failed, Jia Houwei immediately increased the strength of his punch.

"The law of luck, ten times the attack!"

The comprehension of the power of blood and morality can enable Jia Houwei to exert ten times his own power stably!
Wang Hao's expression became a lot more dignified. In order to see what step Jia Houwei could take, he couldn't dodge it, but confronted him tit for tat.

"Nine Dragons Technique!"

When using exercises in battle, Wang Hao has been able to use them freely in his previous training, injecting huge energy into his fists, and erupting with astonishing power.

"boom!"

The second fist-to-fist confrontation produced fluctuations that almost blew the roof away.

There is no doubt that Wang Hao can still gain the upper hand. This time, Jia Houwei took five steps back.

Jia Houwei gritted his teeth, his power rose again!

"The law of luck, twenty times the attack!"

Obviously, it took a lot of effort for Jia Houwei to use morality this time. Before comprehending the law of luck, he used the power of blood to hit twenty times, thirty times, or even fifty times the attack, but just like the name of the law of luck Same, belong to luck.

But using morality, Jia Houwei at this time can stably use twenty times the power, every punch and every knife of him is twenty times the usual!
Jia Houwei swung sixteen punches in a row. He hoped to defeat Wang Hao with sixteen twenty-fold attacks, even if he took a step back!
Sixteen twenty-fold attacks, even Wang Hao, didn't dare to resist all of them without using the blood coat or the Dragon God Transformation.

But he has skills, and skills can tell the difference between strength and defeat, which is why the barbarians will lose.

"Dripping water swordsmanship! The first move!"

Wang Hao doesn't have a sword in his hand, but he has already reached the point where human and sword become one, and he can use any part of his body as a sword.

The shadow of fists all over the sky enveloped Wang Hao, and Jia Houwei's sixteen attacks completely landed on the shadow of fists.

Wang Hao could clearly feel the weight of Jia Houwei's fist. If Jia Houwei could steadily increase his strength to thirty times, Wang Hao would have to use his sword!

But Jia Houwei couldn't exert [-] times his strength stably. Without the guidance of a famous teacher, although his realm grew extremely fast, compared with Wang Hao in moral cultivation, there was a gap between heaven and earth.

"Stop beating! I'm exhausted!"

After Jia Houwei stopped, he sat down on the ground, gasping for breath. Twenty times the attack means that he will consume twenty times more energy than usual.

Wang Hao vaguely understood why Jia Houwei chose an obese body again. The energy is evenly distributed in the body, and the larger the body, the more energy can be stored.

"If it wasn't for your bloodline, it's the law of luck. With your understanding of morality, you're probably still at the peak of the Ninth Heaven Martial Realm, struggling hard!"

With that said, Wang Hao took out a 12-yuan high-grade black iron billet from the Yuan Jie and started to forge it.

Jia Houwei asked curiously: "Boss, what are you refining?"

"A profound tool to help you comprehend morality."

Hearing this sentence, Jia Houwei's curiosity became more vigorous, he had never heard of a mysterious weapon that could help warriors understand morality.

But when Wang Hao finished refining the mysterious weapon, his jaw almost dropped from shock.

What Wang Hao refined were twelve... iron candles!

The height of the iron candle just reached Jia Houwei's chest. Wang Hao inserted twelve iron candles side by side in front of Jia Houwei's body, and then used his own blood power to light them up one by one with the breath of the dragon.

"Ten steps back, blow out the candles one by one with the wind of your fist."

Jia Houwei smiled and said, "Isn't this simple?"

As he spoke, he jumped forward and jumped back ten meters.

From 20 meters away, blowing out the candle with the wind of the fist, in Jia Houwei's opinion, not to mention him in the Lingwu realm, even a martial artist in the Xuanwu realm can do it steadily.

He swung a punch at will, and suddenly his fist was full of wind.

However, what surprised him again was that none of the candles were successfully extinguished, and the candle flame didn't even sway.

"This……"

Wang Hao explained with a smile: "These iron candles are specially made by me. With your current strength, you can only extinguish them if you use more than thirty times the strength."

Jia Houwei's expression became serious, he grabbed the first one, and punched!

For this punch, he used the law of luck, thirty times the strength!
"call!"

The first one was pulled and extinguished. Before Jia Houwei had time to breathe a sigh of relief, he punched the second candle for the second time.

This punch only has 26 times the strength.

With less than [-] times the power, the candle just shook violently, but it couldn't be extinguished.

And not only did the second candle fail to extinguish, but the first candle that had been extinguished also started to burn again.

"Each candle, you only have one breath to blow it out! And as long as you make a mistake once, the candles that were blown out in front will be re-lit."

"Train! When you are able to extinguish all the candles in one breath, you will be a teacher with me."

For Jia Houwei, with a bitter look, twelve punches and thirty times in a row, this is not a small challenge for him.

Wang Hao's purpose is very simple. Only when Jia Houwei is able to control his own attack power independently can he make a qualitative leap and exert his blood and comprehend the true power of morality.

Throughout the night, Jia Houwei's wailing never stopped...

The next day, the group arena continued. Wang Hao was the No.16 player.

After the first round of fighting yesterday, the weaker students have been eliminated, and those who can survive to the second round of competition must be at least above the fifth level of the Tianwu Realm.

Wang Hao stepped into the ring, and his opponent was a man who was only thirty years old.

The strength of the man was much worse than that of Yin Peng. He looked at Wang Hao who stepped into the ring with a pale face.

He originally thought that he could go another round, but who would have thought that he would meet Wang Hao who was the most eye-catching performer yesterday.

The man is also a student of Qinglong College. He understands the gap between himself and Yin Peng. Wang Hao, who can't even fight back against Yin Peng, what can he do?
He was even debating whether to admit defeat directly.

Just when he was about to make a decision, Wang Hao spoke first.

"I stand here without moving. I don't use a sword or my hands. If you can touch the corner of my clothes, you will win."

Wang Hao's voice is not loud, but the level of the audience is not low, how can they not hear it?

Everyone's eyes were on Wang Hao, and they didn't know whether to judge him as arrogant or too confident.

If you stand still, you will lose if the opponent touches the corner of your clothes. This declaration is a bit too unbelievable.

Wang Hao was not despising the opponent, nor was he young and frivolous. The reason why he refused the opportunity to directly advance to the top 32 was because he wanted to hone his ability to master the righteousness of the sword in the competition.

He will choose to break through only when he masters the righteousness of the sword that he has comprehended to the limit!

(End of this chapter)