I might be a little strong

Chapter 237 The Young Hero
After the Judgment Day, Wu Chi kept a low profile.

He has almost left the public eye. He has traveled to many places in America, Africa, and Antarctica, either participating in wars, hunting monsters, or accompanying scientific expeditions.

He just returned to Jiangcheng yesterday.

He didn't explore much in the mind world. Probably, the mind world is just a new environment for him to practice martial arts again. The effect of checking for omissions and filling in gaps is very good, but that's all.

The world is big, and he wasn't the most talented group.

There is no such thing as suppressing the realm, but after successfully achieving Vajra and Zhixuan, he continues to explore the sky. He has never considered consummation, great realm, or innate.

It can be said that he has lost his heart.

He continued to practice martial arts and became stronger, but he did not have the ambition to become a first-class strongman, and practicing martial arts itself was like sailing against the current, if he did not advance, he would retreat.

He can still maintain the strength of an A-level hero, just because he has a good foundation.

With the progress of the times, countless rising stars will surpass him...

Perhaps, there will be the first one today.

……

There were no referees in the qualifiers, but there were system projections. After announcing the start of the match, Mao Jiajun clasped his fists to Wu Chi who was tens of meters away, and said, "Mao Jiajun, please give me your advice, senior."

"Wu Chi."

Wu Chi responded indifferently, then shook his sleeve, and the dart slipped out of his sleeve, since the battle has already started, there is nothing to wait for!
Chi! ! !
The extreme sound of the spear piercing through the air made the sound extremely ear-piercing. Almost at the moment of the strike, Mao Jiajun's pupils constricted suddenly, and he was able to avoid turning his head just at the very moment.

So fast!

what!and also!

Just after dodging a spear, Mao Jiajun suddenly found another one coming into his sight. Mao Jiajun's heart rang out, the breath in his body roared, he punched first and blocked in front of the spear, and his punch exploded.

"Ugh!"

After handing over fists, Mao Jiajun groaned suddenly, and when he pulled his hand back, the tingling pain between his finger bones was very clear. If he was not wearing black gold gloves, the dart just now would have pierced his fist.

Such a sharp, penetrating power, does this refer to a master of the profound realm?

Mao Jiajun is now a first-class martial artist, and his gene liberation rate has reached 24%, and he can release his internal strength to the outside. Therefore, if Wu Chi can have an overwhelming advantage in skills, it can only refer to the innate masters of the Xuan Realm.

It's a pity that he doesn't have the Vajra Realm, even if he has black gold gloves to block, it's not easy to meet him head-on...

what!
Mao Jiajun bowed his head and dodged with all his strength, but the rotating spear still took away a small piece of his scalp, and blood began to flow from the top of his head...

After a round of fighting, Mao Jiajun was already in a panic.

On the other side, Wu Chi received the shuttle dart, and said slowly while walking forward: "If you are exhausted just fighting with this intensity, it can only be said that you don't understand fighting at all."

"Fighting something like this is to threaten the opponent."

"Even if you are weak, you must maintain that threat. This is momentum and skill."

"After today's defeat, go back and think about it."

Not pretending to be B, but sincerely pointing out, Wu Chi felt that Mao Jiajun's strength should not be so embarrassing. In this situation, it is nothing more than Mao Jiajun's inability to fight well and unable to fully exert his strength.

There is no way to solve this kind of thing. I can only say that if you summarize more and fight more, it will be over!
After finishing speaking, Wu Chi shot again.

This time, the dart didn't fly out, and was caught by Wu Chi after flying only a foot away. However, the moment the dart stopped, a stellar dart escaped and went straight to Mao Jiajun.

First-rank martial artist: The heart travels thousands of miles, and the spirit is extremely harmonious.

Wherever the mind goes, where the breath goes, the internal force is released to condense the stellar energy, that's it. It's just that the consumption of the external release is quite large, but he has a diamond-level cultivation base, the breath is closed, and life is endless.

What is this consumption!
For a while, the sky was full of darts, if Mao Jiajun still behaved like before, at this moment, not to mention losing, it would be hard to survive!Between life and death, there is great terror!
At that moment, Mao Jiajun suddenly felt that the world slowed down.

Everything seemed to go back to that day, on the edge of the cliff, he took the secret book given to him by Old Tang, he wanted to live, and wanted to see the real world for Old Tang.

At the moment of leaping up, the sword stabbed by the secret agent of Xuanwu Division passed so slowly...

Old Tang.

As I said, Vajra Fist is a peerless magic skill...

"Huh!"

What kind of experience is it like to reach the peak of mind and spirit?That is the bigness of the world, I am the only one who can do it, with one punch, all spells will be shattered, since Shaolin Changquan is considered to be a peerless martial art, then it is.

One punch shattered the shadows of darts all over the sky, and Mao Jiajun stepped down with one step.

Instantly close.

One punch.

The scene was still, and the two of them were frozen there, with their postures unchanged, but the white mist of breath that erupted from Mao Jiajun's body slowly rose up. in performance.

This move almost used up all of Mao Jiajun's physical and internal strength.

However, he also achieved the results he wanted.

Wu Chi's pupils were still constricted, and after a while, he shifted his gaze, looked down slightly, and then his vision darkened, and he fell on his back.

What a firm fist...

Mao Jiajun stood there panting, as if his whole body was fished out of the water, he fixedly looked at Wu Chi who had passed out, an unspeakable excitement burst out, he raised his right fist, and shouted loudly: "Ah! !!!”

Old Tang!Did you see it!I defeated the innate master! ! !
(End of this chapter)