Hegemons Call-out System

Chapter 359 - Selection (VII)

After Long Xuan heard what Long Cong said, he said expressionlessly: "You better enter the competition with your strongest state. Otherwise, when you have the chance in a bit, don't say that I'm bullying you."

Long Xuan had already decided to do something for the Silver Star Squadron, so he no longer had any plans to hide his strength. He had to obtain a good name for the competition this time, and as for the future matters, he had already completely assimilated himself into the identity he had in his previous life.

Hearing Long Xuan's reply, it was as if he had heard the funniest joke in the entire world. Although he had never seen the warrior in front of him, but at least he was not a member of the Ancient Martial World, and although he was a member of the Silver Star Squadron, he was unfamiliar with him, and although he was, the Silver Star Squadron had already declined a long time ago. Furthermore, since the people from the Ancient Martial World had entered the army, the army's fighting strength had increased by an unknown amount, so when he saw Long Xuan's berserk attitude, he wanted to laugh out loud.

Long Xuan didn't do anything. He only brought his aura to the critical point of the other party, locked his aura onto the other party's body, and then stood there calmly.

The two of them did not move at all, and continued to gaze at each other on the field. But as time passed minute by minute, Long Xuan stood there, looking extremely relaxed and natural, while Long Cong's face was pale and his forehead was covered in sweat, his entire body was trembling slightly, and upon seeing this reaction, the surrounding people kept quiet without saying a word. Although many of them did not know clearly, they knew that this was one of the battle methods between the practitioners, but they never expected that it would appear in this competition of the soldiers, and it was not just the following matches of the top ten.

Long Xuan had always been controlling his own Qi, he did not increase the amount of qi aura the warrior in front of him had, even though the first image the warrior gave Long Xuan was very good, and he also felt a sense of familiarity from the person. Although he did not know where this came from, this kind of feeling made Long Xuan feel a sense of familiarity, so he kept suppressing his opponent with his Qi, making him not move at all, but he did not want to let him give up so easily, he just wanted to see what level his limits were.

He felt as if he had locked onto, and his entire body couldn't move at all. What made Long Cong afraid was that the more he strengthened his own aura, the more his opponent's aura would naturally grow to a certain level, and he had already used all of his strength, but was just unable to escape from's aura. That kind of enormous pressure made him feel as if he was suffocating, but he didn't feel any kind of danger. He knew that if he were to successfully pass today, then that would be an extremely great fortune for him. It was possible that he might have to squeeze himself into one of the innate stage s members.

Time passed minute by minute, minute by minute. The whole field became even quieter. Everyone was staring at the two people in the field. Even the generals in the stands walked down from the stands. They stood silently amidst the crowd.

Long Cong had never felt such exhaustion and despair before, his clothes were already completely drenched, and a small pond of sweat appeared on the soil under his feet, it was all his sweat, his face was currently flushed red, his eyes were bloodshot, and his entire body was trembling violently. He wanted to stand there, but he gritted his teeth as the immense pressure caused him to fall down the ground time and time again, and he couldn't remember how many times he had already fallen.

He was lying on the ground, and he really did not want to open his eyes. Not only did he not have a single ounce of strength left in his body, but due to him breaking his limits time and time again, his body was in great pain, and the internal organs in his body were as if they were broken through. There was no sweat, and there were even dry cracks on his skin.

Long Xuan stood there quietly, with a calm expression, he looked at Long Cong who was on the ground, his entire person not changing at all.

The people around him quietly looked at the two of them. Ye Shuanghong had always been looking at Long Xuan's performance, his face was solemn, as a innate stage expert, he had clearly felt that Long Xuan's Qi had not broken through his innate stage, but this Qi was like a bottomless pit, and it just so happened that every time it was controlled within the limits of Long Cong's ability to endure, this was the first time he had seen someone able to control his Qi like this, even if it was the few Patriarchs in the family, it was impossible for them to control their own Qi to become like this, because their energy was locked onto a person's mental force. No one of them could have such huge amounts of mental force, but today, he saw an evil existence on Long Xuan's body instead.