Hyper-fusion, I have infinite forms

Li Guanqi: {Yes, I saw both.}

Master: {How do you feel?}

Li Guanqi: {Very impressive, I feel like they are better than me}

Master: {Really? I won't talk about that guy in the military, how could Zhou Yan make you look up to him like that? I've met him, and he shouldn't be at this level.}

Li Guanqi: {Then I can only say, Master, you made a mistake, haha}

Master: {Stinky boy, don't embarrass me}

Li Guanqi: {I don't feel ashamed to lose to these two people. Master, please don't put pressure on me.}

Master: {No, are they really that powerful?}

Li Guanqi did not reply to the message. Instead, he smiled, shook his head, and turned away.

His originally peaceful eyes were unconsciously filled with fighting spirit.

*

After Zhou Yan completed another round of flow block exercises, he saw that many people had begun to appear in the training ground and decided to end the practice.

Before leaving, he glanced thoughtfully at the young man in the corner who was doing push-ups with a few large discus on his back.

This guy, was already doing high-intensity weight training when he got here, right?

Now he's leaving, and this guy is still practicing.

He's an incredible person.

He memorized the young man's appearance in his mind and then returned to his room.

But he saw Luo Xuan and Luo Ke were already waiting for him at the door.

The first time my sister saw Zhou Yan, she asked him directly: "Zhou Yan, have you practiced the breathing method to the level of Crane Cry?"

"Yeah, I practiced it last night." Zhou Yan nodded.

Luo Xuan stared at him for a long while, then asked in confusion: "I am surprised that you can practice the Baiming level breathing method with your current physique. I didn't expect that you can further break through to the Heli level under such circumstances. How can your body withstand it?"

Zhou Yan naturally couldn't tell her the truth, so he pretended to be confused and answered the girl's question with a question: "Is that so? Xiaoxuan, is there something wrong with my body?"

"Hmm." Luo Xuan frowned, thought for a while, and shook his head. "I have heard before that there were very few cases of people in the Suzaku Palace who were particularly compatible with the Breathing Technique. I will go ask Pavilion Master Cong and see what he says."

Then, she looked at Zhou Yan seriously: "You can cultivate to the level of Crane's Cry on your own. Even if it is compatible with the breathing method, it means that your physique has at least entered the level of 'Ferocious Level'. You have improved so much in a short time. I am worried that there will be problems with your nutrition and foundation. After the competition, go to the Pavilion Master to arrange for someone to check. If there is any deficiency, make up for it as soon as possible."

"Okay." Zhou Yan smiled slightly.

At worst, during the inspection, the life device can be removed.

*

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 107: People Who Can't Recognize Themselves

When Zhou Yan and the two sisters finished breakfast and arrived at the familiar competition venue, the exchange competition was about to begin.

Today is the knockout round of the top eight.

As for Zhou Yan, who ranked in the first few games of the first group on the first day of the competition from 64 to 32.

Today's game is naturally the first one to play.

So as soon as he arrived at the stadium, the staff asked him to prepare to go on stage.

When saying goodbye to the two sisters, the younger sister Luo Ke directly expressed her full confidence in him.

"Brother Zhou Yan, come on, get rid of Zheng Keren." Luo Ke smiled slyly, "I feel good when I think that the son that Zheng Laogou has carefully nurtured is going to be eliminated by you."

Instead, Luo Xuan took the initiative to comfort Zhou Yan: "Zheng Zhichang has high hopes for his son. Zheng Keren had already entered the fierce level last year. Now after another year of training, I also watched a few of his games. He won very cleanly. He should be a serious fierce player. You don't have to have too much psychological pressure. He has won three rounds in a row and entered the quarterfinals. It has saved the face of our sword hall."

Zhou Yan just nodded: "Don't worry, I watched his game too, I think I can win."

As he spoke, he looked at Luo Xuan with a smile: "Xiao Xuan, I don't think your eyesight is worse than mine, so, tell me the truth, what do you think?"

Luo Xuan looked at Zhou Yan for a few seconds and said nothing.

Zhou Yan chuckled, turned around and followed the staff.

After taking a few steps, Luo Xuan's calm voice came from behind: "If you lose, I'll twist your head off."

Then came Luo Ke's uncontrollable laughter: "Hahaha, I can't pretend anymore——"

Zhou Yan didn't look back, but just gave the two sisters a thumbs up.

*

Soon, Zhou Yan changed into protective gear, took his sword, and entered the arena under the guidance of the staff.

Opposite him was Zheng Keren, who looked excited.

Zhou Yan looked at this guy for a while and found that after staying in the Disaster Realm for a while, he could hardly remember what the other person looked like.

Zheng Keren was obviously impressed by Zhou Yan. He stared at Zhou Yan's handsome face and deliberately acted superior: "You disabled boy, I don't know whether to say you are lucky or unlucky to be able to stand in front of me."

Zhou Yan's lips curled slightly: "Is your left hand okay? Three days should be enough for the swelling to go down, right?"

"Fuck you!" Zheng Keren broke down on the spot, obviously still feeling aggrieved about being tricked by Zhou Yan's prosthetic hand in the elevator that day.

He took a deep breath and looked at Zhou Yan with a bit of viciousness: "You idiot, I watched your match and you are indeed quite good, but you were just lucky. You were matched with rubbish opponents, but you managed to make it to the quarterfinals. However, that's it. I will let you know what a true genius is."

As he spoke, the corners of his mouth curled up: "I hope that after competing with me, you will still have the courage to pick up the sword in the future."

Zhou Yan endured the nausea and listened to what this bastard said, then pulled down his mask.

The next moment, when Zheng Keren was immersed in saying such "high-level" pretentious quotes, Zhou Yan's voice came out from under the mask.

"Three moves."

Zheng Keren was stunned for a moment, glared at Zhou Yan, and sneered: "What three moves? Are you ready to withstand three moves from me?"

Zhou Yan shook his head and said calmly: "I only use one move in one round, and I will send you home with three moves."

After the round of eight to four, because eight to nine out of ten teams were eliminated, the best-of-three system of sixteen to eight was further changed to a best-of-five system.

Although Zheng Keren was blindly confident, he was not a fool. He immediately understood what Zhou Yan meant - to shut him out.

He was so angry that he laughed, then looked at Zhou Yan coldly: "You damn cripple, forget about three moves, if you can really defeat me, I, Zheng Keren, will never pick up a sword again!"

After saying that, he pulled down his mask fiercely, raised his sword and took a stance.

Compared with the ferocious posture Zheng Keren displayed in rage, Zhou Yan just stood there easily like an ordinary person holding a sword.

Soon, the referee also came on the field with a long stick - this stick was used to separate the fighting players when necessary.

"In the first round of the quarter-finals, the person who wins three games first will advance. We will use a real-life simulation system."

The referee looked at the tense Zheng Keren and the relaxed Zhou Yan and asked the usual questions.

"You two, are you clear about the rules?"

Both nodded.

"Well, let the game begin!" The referee slammed his long stick with a sharp sound.

Zheng Keren immediately rushed towards Zhou Yan, and he crossed the distance of nearly ten meters between them in less than a second. Then he shouted loudly and swung his sword towards Zhou Yan quickly.

"die!"

However, at this moment, a cunning look flashed in Zheng Keren's eyes.

Before Zhou Yan could make a move, he had already dodged to Zhou Yan's side with a burst of sparrow steps, and the sword that was originally chopping was instantly switched to a venomous snake-like stab.

The secret sword of the Southern Ming Dynasty - poison!

It turned out that the confidence and irritability that Zheng Keren had displayed just now were all illusions he deliberately created in order to mislead Zhou Yan's judgment and make Zhou Yan think that he was an impulsive person.

And now Zheng Keren, whose attacks are as swift and ruthless as a venomous snake, is his true face!

"Zhou Yan, even a lion will do its best to fight a rabbit, you, just wait for me to defeat you——" Zheng Keren's mouth curled up when he saw his attack was successful.

pat!

There was a crisp sound of a sword blade hitting the protective gear.

The two passed each other instantly.

Zheng Keren wanted to look back confidently, but was shocked to find that his entire body's movements were locked by the protective gear.

"What's going on?" He looked confused, and fell to the ground dejectedly the next second.

"The winner of the first round is Zhou Yan!" the referee next to him immediately announced loudly.

At the same time, the square screens above the arena immediately began playing the clip of the two men's decisive fight.

In slow motion, it clearly shows how Zhou Yan calmly dodged Zheng Keren's attack with his secret sword and slit Zheng Keren's throat with his sword.

The masters and students of all the major sword gyms could not help but nod their heads repeatedly as they watched, with sporadic applause breaking out.

On the field, Zhou Yan slowly put away the sword he had swung with his backhand, turned around, and said calmly: "The best time to use the secret sword, Poison, is to kill the opponent with one strike the moment you see through his movements."

"And you seem to be using it as a trick to gamble on the enemy's inability to react. Is this the only way your father taught you to use it?"

Zheng Keren had just had his protective gear unlocked by the referee, and when he heard Zhou Yan's words, he immediately got up from the ground: "This round, it was my negligence that allowed you to seize the opportunity"

He looked at Zhou Yan with an extremely dangerous look: "In order to understand my attack habits, you must have reviewed and studied my previous games."

As he said that, without waiting for Zhou Yan to answer, he raised his sword again and stood ready: "If you can break my poison, you win the bet, but don't be happy too soon."

Zhou Yan listened to the other party's self-righteous inference in silence, feeling that it was really difficult to communicate with people who were not on the same channel.

He said no more and silently raised his sword.

Off the court, Zheng Keren's father Zheng Zhichang frowned, realizing something was wrong.

As a veteran master of the Miao level, although his temper and character are average, his eyesight cannot be bad.

Just now, Zhou Yan's movements in cracking his son's secret sword were as smooth as flowing water, as if he had practiced it countless times in private.

There are only two possibilities in this situation. The first is that Zhou Yan completely saw through Zheng Keren's actions on the spot.

The second possibility is that an expert has studied Zheng Keren's attack habits based on his games in the past two days and has given special training to the kid named Zhou Yan in advance.

The first possibility is too far-fetched, so the second one is.

The little bitch from the Luo family must be your plan. You hid it so deeply, just to slap me in the face today, right?

Zheng Keren turned his head and looked at Luo Xuan, who was sitting next to Cong Shiyun, with a sinister look in his eyes.

If Zhou Yan knew that these two people had such similar ideas, he would definitely be amazed at the accuracy of genetics. Like father, like child.

But he didn't know, so now he just stood calmly on the court and looked at Zheng Keren opposite him.

As the referee announced the start of the fight again.

Zheng Keren rushed towards Zhou Yan again.

As he sprinted, his eyes were fierce and his mind was quickly thinking about Zhou Yan's plan.

"It was my mistake to use the poison just now."

"This kid must have studied a lot of my games and thinks he knows my habits."

"However, he didn't know that when the difference in strength between the two reached a certain level, conspiracy and trickery were just things that were not worthy of being used."

"You want to wait for me to attack, right? Then I'll show you what it means."

Zheng Keren's eyes became fierce, and the sword in his right hand was so fast that it almost turned into an afterimage, and it suddenly enveloped Zhou Yan.

"Quick sword!"

The secret sword of the Southern Ming Dynasty - Crazy Crow!

The next second, Zheng Keren approached Zhou Yan and launched a series of intensive attacks at an extremely fast speed.

Chop, cut, lift, sweep, stab, pick, and wipe!

Dang Dang Dang.

A series of intensive sword collision sounds resounded throughout the venue.

Three seconds later, as Zhou Yan gradually blocked all the attacks, the smug smile under Zheng Keren's mask gradually became stiff.

Why? Why could this crippled man block his "Crazy Crow" so accurately?