Life Copy Game

2022-03-14

Chapter 142 Spear Art? will have some basics. (Two watch, seven thousand words, please subscribe, please collect, please request monthly pass)

Zhang Anxia picked up the brawny man and threw it on the stretcher of the medical team on the side.

The remaining eight fell into a brief silence. They all didn’t expect the thinnest looking guy to be the toughest guy.

Everyone looked at each other and didn’t move forward.

In the end, a young woman with a white veil stepped into the ring, and she bowed to He Ao, “Hello, Reconciler”

This is her code name.

“Mercenaries.”

He Ao also surrendered.

At this time, the woman looked up at He Ao.

Under this gaze, He Ao felt his heart gradually calm down, and his desire to fight gradually diminished.

Then he calmly and politely lifted the woman up and threw him out of the ring.

He Ao has never had any desire to fight, he is just a good and law-abiding person who acts according to the established goals.

The woman didn’t know what went wrong until she fell to the ground and her buttocks were in close contact with the ground.

But with one person starting, one after another began to challenge He Ao in the ring.

“Have you seen the details of that guy?”

The woman in the white mask and fisherman’s hat gently touched the young man in the training suit next to her. The young man seems to be a familiar friend.

“Did you see the unsealed vegetable bag on his head?”

The young man in the training suit leaned over slightly, his eyes fixed on the ring, at this moment He Ao was with the man in armor. man fighting.

“en? What’s wrong? It’s just an ordinary Kaifeng vegetable bag.”

The woman in the white mask said suspiciously.

At this time, He Ao was using a move with no difficulty to bring the man in armor to the ground, lifted it up and threw it under the ring.

“Look carefully, he is actually walking very fast. At such a fast speed, the wind brought by the oncoming airflow is not small, and does the paper bag on his head fluctuate? “

Sportswear youth solemnly asked.

“It seems…” The woman in the white mask watched He Ao’s movements carefully, the paper bag on He Ao’s head fluctuated slightly with He Ao’s movements, but it seemed to be tied tightly Like his helmet, there was no sign of being blown by the airflow at all. “It’s really not…”

She looked at the youth in sportswear suspiciously, “Is this difficult?”

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The youth in sportswear was silent for a moment, then slowly said, “It’s very difficult, this requires the ultimate grasp of strength, so that the wind blowing is just unloaded by the force of the body in the bag. Drop off, keep the paper bag in a state of force balance, the force must be extremely precise, once the direction of the force is deviated, the fragile paper bag will be torn directly.”

“Oh,” The woman in the white mask seemed to understand nodded, and then she asked, “Can you do it?”

“I…” The young man in sportswear was paused, his eyes closely following He Ao moved, “No.”

The woman in the white mask knew that her friend was always stronger, and being recognized by him showed that the one in the ring was really powerful.

“I want to see how good he is.”

She passed the youth in the sportswear, walked to the ring, and jumped on the ring with a slight leap.

“Wind Spirit.”

She gently cupped her hands to He Ao.

“Mercenary.”

He Ao also bows his hand in return.

Then when He Ao handed over, the wind spirit on the opposite side quickly raised his hand, and a gust of upward wind hit He Ao’s face, blowing the paper bag over his head.

The paper bag was slightly lifted up, and quickly calmed down again. Although the two sides were blown against He Ao’s cheeks by the wind, it did not move up even a single point.

Feng Ling’s face flushed red, gritted his teeth, and worked hard to maintain the gust of wind.

He Ao looked at her with interest.

Liu Nan’s profile contains Feng Ling’s information, although very little, but it shows that Feng Ling’s innate talent is ‘Juggling Apprentice’.

The last trick apprentice He Ao saw was the mad ‘magician’ who was nailed to death in the unfinished building of the kindergarten.

The magician can turn into a white dove, and the wind spirit can summon the flowing wind. Are the abilities of the apprentices different?

But they all seem to be spell-like?

Is this a mage innate talent?

What is the subsequent promotion of this innate talent? magician? Mage? Great Archmage?

While He Ao was thinking, the wind on his cheek gradually ceased.

Feng Ling bent down, put her hands on her knees, and gasped, “You are awesome, I admit defeat.”

Then she jumped off the ring.

When the next challenger took the stage, Feng Ling had already returned to the side of the youth in sportswear, found a chair and sat down, picked up his water glass, and said while panting, “He is really awesome. Force.”

“en.”

The youth in sportswear still closely watched He Ao’s movements.

“You’re so serious, why don’t you try it?”

Feng Ling asked with some doubts.

The young man in sportswear moved his fingers forward and leaned forward. He seemed to be really moved by this proposal at a certain moment, and finally he retracted his hand and said softly, “I’ll watch it for a while.”

In this way, time passed quickly, and soon, the thirty-minute time limit was about to arrive, and He Ao was still standing quietly on the stage.

No one can even move his footsteps by half a point except when he throws others out of the ring.

The nine people sitting here are obviously not all the specially-appointed researchers. After all, going to the ruins is to face death. Many people can’t make up their minds. It is a relatively strong presence among specially-appointed researchers.

But even these relatively strong people have very low proficiency in their innate talent, not to mention that their own strengths are all E-rank and even F-rank, just innate In terms of talent proficiency, the gap between the bull and the magician was widened, not to mention the innate talent sequence powerhouses in the dungeon world that were trained from life and death.

He Ao can deal with these people with one hand. For him who is used to the battle between life and death, this battle is boring at the moment, and he is a little sleepy.

He began to regret why he didn’t let these people go together at first, so he could beat him all at once to save a little time and add a little pressure to himself.

His fighting skills are all developed between life and death, and it is indeed a bit boring for him to play this kind of friendly match with others.

At the last minute, He Ao dropped the man with the pig’s head mask from the ring.

Just when he thought no one came to fight, the young man in sportswear who had been watching his movements from the stage jumped up.

He bowed his hands to He Ao, “Brawler.”

He shook, and crackles poured out of him.

Interesting.

He Ao stared at the ‘fighter’ in front of him.

The opponent gave him the feeling that he had really practiced martial arts. Although his physical fitness was built up by innate talent, the movements between his gestures and gestures had the unique temperament of years of martial arts practice.

“Please!”

He Ao raised his hand slightly, signaling him to move first.

But he didn’t move, but stared at the paper bag on He Ao’s head.

Double sweat dripped down his forehead drop by drop, the time around him seemed to be quiet, the fighter kept staring at He Ao, this short minute seemed like a century. just as long.

The two were in a stalemate for a short while.

dīng líng líng ——

The sudden sound of the bell interrupted the movements of the two, and it was thirty minutes.

The fighter fell weakly on the ring, sobbing in pain,

“I can’t do it, I can’t understand, why? Why?”

He Ao keeps his eyes on the young man in sportswear.

The information provided by Liu Nan gave a very high evaluation to this young man, thinking that this person is the strongest among all the specially-appointed researchers in Xicheng.

[‘Fighter’, innate talent: ‘Fighter’, E-rank, who has been practicing martial arts since childhood, has a very strong Martial Arts innate talent, and can fight with F-rank transcender before awakening his innate talent. ]

At this moment, He Ao can actually understand the emotion of ‘fighter’.

It was the same desperation when Regit realized that his Marital Arts Path was no longer possible.

That is the despair of a person who is confident that he has innate talent in Martial Arts, facing the threshold of inability to understand and fail to break through.

Others compete with He Ao, only to realize that He Ao is stronger.

And the fighter saw where He Ao was strong.

He realizes that He Ao is walking on a road much ahead of him, but at the same time he realizes that he can never have a breakthrough method, his knowledge, his experience, he can’t understand How did this road come out.

This is the reason for his despair.

He could have been a lethargic person, but he saw the reality of the world in a glimpse, but he couldn’t enter that real world.

He Ao looked away, ready to step off the ring.

At this time, a ‘fighter’ in sportswear suddenly blocked his way and knelt in front of him, “Can you tell me how to do it? How can I do it? Don’t let that paper bag fall off your head.”

The audience was shocked by the sudden weeping bitter tears of the fighter, and saw the fighter kneeling in front of He Ao. , asked why the paper bag didn’t fall down, and some people couldn’t help laughing.

“Why doesn’t it fall off? It’s natural that it won’t fall off the headgear.”

Some slight comments came from under the ring.

Besides this discussion, there were other people who frowned slightly. They had fought with He Ao, only thinking that He Ao had a fixed mask on his head, the same as theirs. So don’t care.

The words of the fighter at the moment reminded them, what if He Ao’s head was not just a mask, but really just a paper bag of Kaifeng vegetables casually put on his head?

How did he keep such a paper bag over his head from falling off during strenuous exercise, or even to see any signs of loosening? Especially when there is a ‘Mage’ who controls ‘Wind’ once blowing hard.

These people started to get chills on their backs, and they realized at this moment what kind of monster they had just faced

“Easy,” He Ao took out a mouthful from his pocket. Roll up the transparent tape, “Just stick it on.”

Pfft——

Feng Ling, who was drinking water, spurted out a mouthful of water.

“Glue…tape?”

The fighter stared blankly at the transparent tape in He Ao’s hand, as if he had fallen into a certain state of stillness.

There were all kinds of awkward drinking sounds from the audience, as if to cover up the unfathomable mystery in his mind.

He Ao bypassed the youth kneeling in front of him and walked off the ring.

Feng Ling hurriedly jumped onto the ring to support his friend, “Look at you, you are fighting wits and courage against the air, you have to make up so many complicated plots about a roll of tape. I’ll tell you to believe in science and avoid reading those weird wuxia novels.”

The fighter was a little lost and was helped by his friends, he stared blankly at He Ao walking towards Zhang Anxia’s back, ” Is it just tape…”

He was a little lost, and felt something was wrong.

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“you brat…”

Zhang Anxia patted He Ao’s shoulders.

He knew He Ao was strong, but didn’t expect He Ao to be so strong.

This first round He Ao stood from the very beginning to the end, and the others who had the longest time did not exceed ten minutes, and the score was pulled apart in this brief moment.

“How about your Spear Art in the next round of shooting?”

He Ao’s first round score was so high that the worry in Zhang Anxia’s heart gradually subsided. However, he had seen He Ao’s resume. He Ao didn’t seem to have much contact with firearms in his life, which made him a little worried about the second round.

However, most of the specially-appointed researchers have never been exposed to firearms, so this competition is just a taller than a short one. Zhang Anxia thinks that He Ao is not too bad, and there is a first round score bonus , in the end it shouldn’t be a problem.

“Spear Art?” He Ao looked at the time and thought for a while, “I’ll have some basics.”

“It’s okay, just do your best.”

Zhang Anxia patted He Ao on the shoulder.

He Ao’s head shakes slightly.

Zhang Anxia looked at the Kaifeng vegetable paper bag on He Ao’s head. In fact, he discovered the problem with the paper bag earlier than the fighters. He asked softly, “you brat, this paper bag is really glued with tape. Did you put it on?”

He Ao glanced at him, laughed, “Old Zhang, didn’t you see me putting it on?”

Zhang Anxia looked at He Ao’s eyes , also followed laughed and didn’t keep asking the question.

He only saw He Ao put the bag on his head and dug two holes, and there was never any fixing process.

Not to mention the complicated operation of duct tape.

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