Hyper-fusion, I have infinite forms

The radio voice sounded.

Zhou Yan took a look at his opponent. It was a stranger, someone he didn't know.

As the two sides looked at each other, it was obvious that the opponent was a little afraid of him.

Perhaps, this person had seen his performance in the brawl and thought that he was not as good as Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan calmly followed the instructions on the radio, put on his mask, and then silently raised the sword in his hand.

Even if an unknown person doesn't meet him, he will meet other strong people.

Since I’m going to lose anyway, I might as well be his stepping stone.

As he thought so, he stood in a perfect owl stance and held his sword across his face.

After a while, the referee entered the field and waved his hand vigorously and quickly.

"The duel begins!"

In the eyes of his opponent, Zhou Yan, who was originally standing still, suddenly disappeared.

Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta——

Amid a series of dense footsteps, the distance of about ten meters between the two sides disappeared in a second.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Zhou Yan had already rushed in front of him!

'So fast! '

"You are indeed strong, but I may not be without chance—"

This thought flashed through the opponent's mind, and he subconsciously raised his sword to prepare for the attack.

However, at the moment when the two sides were about to engage in close combat, Zhou Yan, as if he had predicted it, slightly turned his body to the side, just avoiding the sword swung by his opponent.

Chi Tu!

It just proves the saying that once your move is seen through, defeat is inevitable.

Snapped!

The two sides passed each other.

Zhou Yan slowly retracted the sword.

Behind him was his opponent who was sent flying by the impact of his assassination and then fell heavily to the ground.

"The winner of the third match is Zhou Yan."

The referee immediately announced the result loudly.

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Considering that some readers have been unsatisfied recently and think that I am too watery, and to celebrate my entry into Sanjiang, I will add another chapter!

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 73 A powerful enemy with evil taste!

Zhou Yan put away his sword, turned around, and watched his opponent release the forced lock of his protective gear under the referee's verification device.

Then I saw that person quietly lowered his head and left.

An expected result.

Zhou Yan went off the court and followed the staff's instructions back to his lounge.

While looking at the screen, he briefly reviewed the battle just now, but found that there was nothing to review.

weak!

This was the first impression Zhou Yan got from his opponent.

All I can say is that after this period of time, I have developed a breathing method that operates efficiently under the burning of spiritual energy, and the "Essence of Life" rewarded by the golden finger as resource support.

His physical strength alone has been strengthened to almost twice the limit of ordinary people.

With the addition of a small amount of bonus from the life equipment, the physique is pushed to the level of "24".

However, the vast majority of his opponents were not qualified to learn the breathing technique. Even if a small number of them were gifted and were able to train their physique to a level beyond that of ordinary people without learning the breathing technique, that would be at most "12" or "13" at best.

Therefore, in the face of absolute power, technology is meaningless.

What's more, Zhou Yan's Nanming swordsmanship is also superb, and he has even experienced frequent actual combat in the Disaster Realm. He will be even stronger than an ordinary veteran.

If you can't kill ordinary players instantly, that would be a real joke.

In fact, he won the victory without even using his full strength.

"Unconsciously, my own strength has been able to crush most of the 'ordinary' swordsmen."

Zhou Yan thought silently, then put away his thoughts and looked at the screen seriously.

Luo Xuan has always said that there are several talented and famous opponents in this session, and she is very sure that he cannot defeat them.

Although Zhou Yan usually behaves more restrained in front of Luo Xuan.

His actual combat power had already exceeded Luo Xuan's expectations of him.

But he has always been cautious, so he would never miss the opportunity to see other potential opponents take action.

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Almost three hours later, around noon.

Zhou Yan picked up the glass of water that the staff had refilled, took a sip, and his eyes moved slightly as he looked at the screen.

In the arena on the screen, a young man who looked a little younger than him walked out from the passage.

He has a slender figure, with his arms extended vertically, almost reaching his knees.

A body shape that is extremely suitable for sword practice.

With his messy black short hair, his face was not handsome, but there was a slight smile in his calmness.

She has an ordinary appearance, but an extraordinary temperament.

As soon as he appeared, he caught Zhou Yan's attention.

"A powerful guy is coming." He murmured.

Like attracts like.

The moment Zhou Yan saw this young man, he knew that this guy might be his strongest opponent in this competition.

He looked up and saw the portraits and names on the square screen above the arena.

【The 32nd Exchange Competition】

[Tang Zhengju vs. Li Guanqi]

"Li Guanqi"

Zhou Yan looked at the young man's photo and whispered his name.

He was scheduled to appear in the last battle, and he has such a temperament.

This guy should be the one identified by Lihuo Pavilion as the strongest seeded player in this exchange competition, right?

Zhou Yan sat up straight, staring closely at Li Guanqi who had already started to get into position on the screen.

Then he raised his eyebrows.

Standing in a very standard owl-like posture, holding the sword across the face.

Isn't this the same stance he used when he killed his opponent instantly in the third game?

However, when Zhou Yan used the same posture, his murderous intent seemed like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, like an evil ghost preying on people.

And when Li Guanqi used it, even through the screen, it looked natural, as if this posture was meant to be like this when it was created.

Even though Li Guanqi's posture was different from the standard one, Zhou Yan still felt that Li Guanqi was right.

'What a horrible fellow!'

Zhou Yan once again raised his evaluation of Li Guanqi.

After watching nearly thirty matches one by one, Zhou Yan used his keen eyes to identify several noteworthy players among the nearly sixty contestants.

The first one is Zheng Keren - although this guy's character is not very good, it must be said that under his father's careful training, he is indeed quite capable. His swordsmanship is fierce and his physical fitness is extremely strong. His performance in the first game was no worse than Zhou Yan's. He chopped his opponent away with one blow.

The second was Xiang Ping, with whom he had brief contact - he had extremely solid basic skills and a delicate fighting style. Although he did not kill his opponent instantly in the first battle, he almost saw through his opponent's moves and completely blocked his opponent like an airtight spider web with ease.

There were two or three other good players who were equally good, and they all won quickly with a crushing momentum.

Now, as soon as Li Guanqi appeared on the stage, he was directly ranked first in the threat level as assessed by Zhou Yan himself.

Just as Zhou Yan was thinking silently, the referee in the arena had already given the order to start the match.

The next second, Zhou Yan's pupils shrank.

On the screen, Li Guanqi took a few steps, his figure turned into a white shadow, and in an instant he rushed in front of his opponent.

Then came a smooth side-step followed by a "Chi Tu"!

Whether it was the movements, posture, sword trajectory, the aftertaste of the sword, or even the angle at which the opponent was thrown into the air, they were all almost exactly the same as Zhou Yan's.

But - faster, more accurate, and more sophisticated!

"Is he provoking me?"

"interesting!"

Zhou Yan stared at the tall young man on the screen who was leisurely putting away his sword and retreating. A light of excitement suddenly appeared in his left eye!

Today, two swordsmen who had never met before completed their first silent confrontation using exactly the same moves.

"In terms of the sophistication of your moves, you are stronger.

“However, the victory or failure of a battle is not largely determined by the sophistication of the moves.

"Physically, mentally, reactively, and even in my desire for victory, I am no worse than you!"

Zhou Yan knew that he was temporarily at a disadvantage, but he was still eager to fight.

The first round of elimination from 64 to 32 ended with Li Guanqi's stunning kill, which was exactly the same as Zhou Yan's.

Zhou Yan was also released from the lounge.

Just a few seconds after he left the house, his cell phone rang and Zhou Yan quickly picked up the call.

The person who called was his sister Luo Ke, who asked him to meet her outside the first floor door.

On the way to the gate, Zhou Yan could clearly feel that the people around him, who originally looked at him with a little contempt and ridicule, had now mostly turned into curiosity and fear.

However, no one had spoken to him like Xiang Ping did in the morning.

It made sense, even though he was now considered a strong person among those who were also “students”.

However, there are also geniuses who are as good as him or even recognized as better than him.

With the fighting ability he has demonstrated so far, there are actually one or two new faces who can do this at every exchange meeting every year.

It's not to the point where I need to show my kindness to him.

On the contrary, many students were eager to try him.

If you defeat a guy who shines brightly in a brawl, wouldn't it be easy to take away his glory?

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(End of this chapter)

Chapter 74 Brother, the Fourth Walk

Zhou Yan calmly faced the gazes of others and quickly walked out of the first floor door of Lihuo Pavilion.

And at a glance, he saw the pretty girl standing obediently by the gate.

Although the pretty Luo Ke is already a 17-year-old prospective college student, she has a petite figure and a lively temperament, and looks like a little girl in the third grade of junior high school.

"Zhou Yan~ come here quickly." Before he walked in, the little girl who had been looking around also saw him and immediately waved at him.

"Xiao Ke, where is your sister?" Zhou Yan leaned over.