Age of Gods: I'm on the Account of the Ancient Gods

Only then did Zhao Qingshan cough a few times, and forcibly closed the corners of his upturned mouth.

"Principal Shen, this classmate is called Zhang Jing, you should know him." Zhao Qingshan smiled.

Shen Yuren smiled forcefully, "Haha, I have made a third-class meritorious service in the Combat Division and is a model for resisting the invasion of demons. How could I not recognize Zhang Jing?"

"However, Principal Zhao is also very good. A child as strong as Zhang Jing has been hiding it all the time, hahaha."

Zhao Qingshan chuckled, "Principal Shen really took great pains to find out the details of our students."

Shen Yuren also gradually recovered his calm expression at this time, "Why, you didn't inquire about the details of our classmates, everyone just got what they needed."

Zhao Qingshan chuckled and did not continue.

He never did such disgusting things, Shen Yuren deliberately said this to discredit him.

However, he is not clear about Zhang Jing's specific information.

But he knew that since Combat Division valued this child so much, they must have their reasons.

Zhang Jing is probably the key to their victory in this team competition.

At this time, in the arena, Cheng Zhenyu, Zhu Ling and others had clearly realized the seriousness of the problem.

They resolutely let go of their opponents, and the five seven-star demigods attacked Zhang Jing silently from five directions at the same time.

Zhang Jingzheng was able to kill vigorously.

Every time a white light falls, it is a hundred faith orbs.

How could I, Zhang Jing, miss this kind of money delivered to my door!

Then he discovered that the rookies around him were gone, replaced by five seven-star demigods.

"Zhang Jing! Farewell to the Xuanwu Seven Palaces, and your strength has actually improved again." Cheng Zhenyu approached slowly, with divine power surging all over his body, and he could release divine spells at any time.

Zhu Ling's muscles were tense all the time, and she said in a deep voice, "You are indeed stronger than I imagined, but we will not let you continue to act recklessly. You must explain here today! Our No. [-] Middle School must win the final victory!"

The other three seven-star demigods were even more concentrated in their hands.

Zhang Jing glanced at them, and they were all deceleration and restraint magic spells.

Once in contact, his speed will drop sharply, and he will be trapped by the five of them.

Zhang Jing frowned.

This will not work.

These five people are seven-star demigods, and they can't be killed with a single halberd. The efficiency is too low.

It's still those four-star and five-star demigods outside who are easy to kill.

"I didn't expect that we would meet again here. This should be a fateful duel." Zhang Jing stared at Cheng Zhenyu seriously, with a sonorous and forceful tone.

Hearing this, Cheng Zhenyu couldn't help feeling excited.

Although they were rivals, Cheng Zhenyu regarded Zhang Jing as a super genius he looked up to after witnessing Zhang Jing's impressive record in the Xuanwu Seventh Palace.

Now, when Zhang Jing said such words, it was obvious that he regarded him as a rival between brothers.

Cheng Zhenyu was naturally overwhelmed.

To be regarded as an equal opponent by such a super genius, I, Cheng Zhenyu, deserve it!

"I'll give you a chance, a chance to fight me fairly. Between you and me, only one can make it out of this arena alive." Zhang Jing's tone was still serious and his eyes were piercing.

Cheng Zhenyu said in a shocked voice, "Okay! I promise you!"

He subconsciously took a few steps forward, just opening a gap.

However, the next moment, Zhang Jing was blowing in front of him like the wind.

When he took a closer look, there was no one in the middle of their encirclement.

Zhang Jing rushed into the battle situation of the other students again and killed them all.

"Fighting with you is too much of a waste of efficiency. After I defeat them all, I will come back and fight with you." Zhang Jing's voice came from the wind.

Cheng Zhenyu's face froze.

I'm so...

I was just so excited and excited!

Zhang Jing, you deceived my feelings!

Zhu Ling smiled helplessly, "You still know too little about him, Zhang Jing is not the kind of person who follows the rules."

"We seized the opportunity to surround Zhang Jing just now, but now that he is vigilant, it will be difficult to trap him," said a Qixing demigod.

"Spread out and deal with the other people in No. [-] Middle School. If you meet Zhang Jing, don't fight, and fight with the others as soon as possible." Cheng Zhenyu rubbed his face and sighed.

The five dispersed again.

On the divine power screen, the numbers of the two sides are changing rapidly, and half of the half-hour game time has passed.

Now the number ratio between No. [-] Middle School and No. [-] Middle School has reached [-] to [-].

This also means that the number of people left in the arena by both sides is nineteen and twenty respectively.

This gap is very small, better than previous years' results.

Last year was the worst year. Before the team competition started for ten minutes, there were only five students left in the arena of No. [-] Middle School.

Now Zhang Jing's efficiency is extremely high, and every time he attacks, one person must fall down.

If this continues, the Second Middle School will undoubtedly lose.

Shen Yuren couldn't sit still anymore, so he changed his sitting position in five seconds, wishing he could rush in.

Zhao Qingshan laughed and said, "Why can't Principal Shen lose his composure? You young people are just a little impatient, this won't work."

The corner of Shen Yuren's mouth twitched, this Zhao Qingshan just likes to rely on the old to sell the old, but he still can't refute.

"Principal Zhao, there are still fifteen minutes left in the team competition. The five seven-star demigods from my No. [-] Middle School have not fallen. The result of the competition is still unknown!"

In the arena, the number of people left in No. [-] Middle School is still rapidly decreasing.

Zhang Jing also deliberately avoided those seven-star demigods, and sought out four-star and five-star bullies.

So much so that in the end, once Zhang Jing appeared, the student from No. [-] Middle School on the opposite side looked aggrieved and simply waited to die.

Chang Boyuan observed the battle situation all the time, and seeing Zhang Jing playing such a huge role, he sighed to himself.

"However, Zhang Jing is only one person after all, and two fists are no match for four hands. If the five seven-star demigods have any powerful control magic, Zhang Jing will fall into a disadvantage."

"Besides, time is running fast. If Cheng Zhenyu and Zhu Ling choose another tactic, instead of confronting Zhang Jing, instead of attacking the weaker students in our first class, it is very likely that they will win in the end."

Cheng Zhenyu and Zhu Ling also thought of this.

They avoided Zhang Jing directly and started chasing and killing the weaker four-star demigods in No. [-] Middle School.

As long as the number is lowered, the second one wins in the end.

Chapter 47 The acid rainstorm is very strong, but it is useless to me

Zhang Jing frowned slightly.

Damn you all scattered and let me kill you.

No, this is too inefficient.

That's all my little money!

Zhang Jing simply shouted, "Everyone from No. [-] Middle School, come and gather by my side! Chang Boyuan, Lu Zu'an, Sun Yongyang, cover your people and approach me."

Qian Haicheng was caught by Cheng Zhenyu a few minutes ago and has been forced to leave.

Only Chang Boyuan and the other three were relatively strong in No. [-] Middle School.

A seven-star demigod from No. [-] Middle School saw that the situation was not good, so he rushed forward immediately, intending to disrupt the No. [-] Middle School team.

Zhang Jing sneered, and he waited for the people from No. [-] Middle School to rush up.

He was not polite, and rushed towards that person with the fastest speed.

The man shrank his pupils, realizing that he was rushing in, and quickly shrank back.

Divine power surged in Zhang Jing's hands, and he condensed an earth hammer at an extremely fast speed, and smashed it hard.

Divine art, Hammer of the Earth!

boom--!

The hammer hit the man directly in the head.

The latter groaned and fell into the mud.

Zhang Jing took advantage of the situation to catch up, added a blow, and took him away.

Chang Boyuan noticed this familiar magical hammer, and was suddenly taken aback.

Not long ago, he went to the Yucheng arena to improve his strength, but he didn't expect that there were several demon believers in the arena.

Even the owner of the arena, who had cooperated with his father once and bought a divine power card, was also a fucking demon believer.

Chang Boyuan was also held hostage by a demon believer, and he was almost in a daze at that time.

It was a demigod who saved him.

The demigod used a similar divine hammer.

"Could it be...the same person, right? No, I should have thought too much, how could Zhang Jing save me." Chang Boyuan shook his head repeatedly, throwing this thought out of his mind.

At No. [-] Middle School, Cheng Zhenyu and Zhu Ling realized that one of them had been killed by Zhang Jing, and they both looked serious.

The balance of strength has begun to tilt.

The final battle must begin!

"Fight in one go, I don't believe that Zhang Jing alone can stop our four seven-star demigods!" Zhu Ling said in a deep voice.

In the two middle schools, only a dozen or so people left from both sides started the final fight.

The four seven-star demigods, led by Cheng Zhenyu and Zhu Ling, separated two to contain Zhang Jing, and the rest rushed to the rear, trying to kill the others quickly.

However, before they could do anything, Cheng Zhenyu and Zhu Ling found helplessly that the two seven-star demigods had been shrouded in white light, and they were forcibly teleported out of the arena.