I had lunch at Ouyang Qing's house. It was a sumptuous meal. The color, smell, and taste were all there. I couldn't help but eat. At first, I ate very elegantly, but after a while, I revealed my true colors and ate heartily. Everyone looked at me happily, while Murong Xue and Ouyang Qing looked heartbroken.
Murong Xue's grandfather said,""Brat, I forgot to ask what your name is. I am Murong Hong. Just call me grandpa like Qing 'er or Xue' er, or Master Hong.“
"Master Hong, my surname is Xu, and my name is Zun." I thought about it and decided that calling him Mr. Hoffman was more appropriate.
"En, Little Senior, come with us to the martial arts field later to broaden your horizons. I heard from Xue 'er that you have greater strength and a stronger recovery ability. We'll go and test you later…"
We passed through many electronic doors and seemed to have arrived at the Ouyang family's underground dojo. The huge dojo was brightly lit, and the walls and roof were covered with countless monitoring devices. The empty ground was covered with a layer of fiber glue. It was soft, but no one dared to underestimate its toughness. There was a huge arena in the middle, and not far from the arena, there were all kinds of strange testing equipment. Everything was advanced and luxurious.
"We brothers haven't sparred for a long time. I wonder how Shixiong's progress is when he comes in tomorrow?”Murong Zheng wanted to spar with Ouyang Mingri.
Murong Zhengzheng and Ouyang Mingri grew up together. The two of them were diligent and eager to learn since they were young. They wanted to surpass each other, so the two of them often sparred, but each of them won or lost.
"Foolish brother is busy with worldly affairs and has neglected a lot of martial arts. It is time for Shidi to improve day by day.”As he said that, he made an inviting gesture.
The two of them smiled at each other and walked towards the central arena. It seemed that both of them were purebred warmongers!
Murong Hong chuckled as he looked at the two juniors. He recalled that he and Ouyang Mingri's father, Ouyang Bo, were the same. He wondered if that old man was doing well in the Profound Heart Orthodox Sect. Would he be lonely without him?
I widened my eyes. This wasn't the two girls playing around with their abilities. This was a real ability battle! Excitement! He was still excited!
Ouyang Mingri and Murong Zhengzheng bowed to each other and announced the official start of the battle. The Profound Heart Orthodox Sect was an ancient sect that had been passed down for thousands of years, so it naturally retained many ancient thoughts and customs…
The moment the battle began, Ouyang Mingri's figure disappeared from where he was. Murong Zhengzheng stood in the middle of the arena, closed his eyes, and used his spiritual power to sense everything about Ouyang Mingri.
Ouyang Mingri's figure kept flashing on the arena. His position kept changing, looking for an opportunity to kill in one strike. It was like Warcraft's Guardian's Flash skill: Teleportation, but obviously Ouyang Mingri had a lot more skills than the Watchmen. His skills did not have a cooldown or a cooldown time!
Murong Zheng was about to concentrate on his spirit and Qi, merging them into one and launching mental attacks on his surroundings, which were mental control and mental attack. Once they were attacked, they would lose their willpower at the very least, and at the very worst, they would become the puppet of the person who was attacking them mentally. They would be silent and impossible to guard against. This was also the reason why Ouyang Mingri didn't dare to get close to Murong Zhengzheng.
The battle seemed to have entered a stalemate. I watched from below the stage in confusion. If it wasn't for Master Hong's patient explanation, I wouldn't have known the dangers involved. The two little girls naturally knew a profound mystery and were fascinated by it. It seemed that they had benefited a lot.
At this moment, there was a sudden change in the arena. Countless swords, sabers, spears, and clubs on the weapon racks beside the arena seemed to be attracted by some kind of force. They suddenly flew into the air and shot towards Ouyang Mingri's flickering figure…The sound of countless swords and sabers being unsheathed was actually not inferior to the momentum of soldiers on the battlefield!
"Spiritual Domain!"
Murong Zhengzheng had actually comprehended the "Spiritual Domain". Everyone shouted in shock. Murong Hong couldn't help but be moved. Ouyang Mingri was so shocked that he almost got hit. His figure flashed quickly and turned into a few clones to disrupt Murong Zhengzheng's attack. In a short while, the clones were killed by swords, knives, spears, and sticks from all directions, turning into specks of light. It seemed that if Ouyang Mingri didn't have any ultimate moves, he would be defeated sooner or later.
After Ouyang Mingri repelled a row of knives and spears, he flashed to the side of the arena and faced Murong Zhengzheng from afar. Murong Zheng also stopped attacking. He seemed to feel that his old friend was about to use his ultimate move. Countless weapons floated neatly in front of Murong Zheng Zheng, waiting for his orders.
"I didn't expect you to have comprehended the 'Spiritual Domain'. Looks like I have no choice but to use my ultimate move."”
"The Ultimate Clone Technique of the Divine Wind Art!"
Immediately, dozens of Ouyang Mingri's clones appeared on the stage!
The Ultimate Doppelganger Technique was different from other Doppelganger Techniques. The doppelgangers it summoned were all physical, and each of them had half the power of the main body. As the user's power increased, the number of clones summoned would also increase. However, there was a fixed time limit for the summoned doppelganger. Once the time limit was exceeded, it would automatically disappear.
The two ultimate profoundness of the Iceheart Formula and the Divine Wind Technique appeared at the same time! It was not just a shock.
Everyone looked at the arena speechlessly, their faces filled with amazement.
Murong Hong shouted happily," The rise of a great nation!"
……
The battle on the arena continued. This time, the two were equally matched. Each of Ouyang Mingri's clones was surrounded by dozens of weapons, and more than a dozen Ouyang Mingri's figures kept flashing and attacking Murong Zhengzheng, causing him a lot of trouble. Moreover, Murong Zheng's mental attack didn't seem to have any effect on Ouyang Mingri's clone…
In the end, the clone summoned by Ouyang Mingri reached its time limit and slowly disappeared into the air. Ouyang Mingri himself had also consumed a lot of energy to summon the clone, so he no longer had the strength to fight. Murong Zheng had also lost his combat ability due to the excessive consumption of his spiritual power. Countless weapons fell to the ground.
……
Ouyang Mingri, who was resting at the side, said,""I thought I could defeat you this time. Sigh, I didn't expect this…"
"I thought I could defeat you too…"
The two brothers looked at each other and laughed. Murong Hong, on the other hand, looked pleased. Everyone else was filled with reverence. I was envious.
"Next, you'll have to examine my body.
"Come, Little Senior, let's test your strength first.”Murong Hong called me to a machine and said,""This is the strength monitor. The leather case in the middle is the test point. Just hit it with all your strength. I'm an old antique, so I don't know anything about this machine.”As he spoke, Murong Hong sat at the side.
Murong Zheng walked over and said kindly,""The maximum impact of a normal person's punch is 100-150 kg. Little Senior, test your left fist first. Hit this place with all your strength. Let me see how much strength you have.”
"Alright." I composed myself and moved my limbs. My left fist whistled as I punched.
There was a loud bang.
" Left fist strength: 235 kg!" Murong Zhengzheng's expression changed. This guy was really strong! "Change to the right fist!"
"Bang!"
"Right fist strength 255 kg! He's too strong!" Murong Hong was also attracted by this. He looked at this set of data and clicked his tongue.
"Change to the left leg!"
Generally speaking, the strength of the leg was much greater than the fist. Murong Zheng was looking forward to it.
"Bang!"
"Left leg, 265kg. It's alright." This number alone would be shocking. After Murong Zhengzheng had been frightened twice, he had already " seen the world ". He only gave an evaluation of " alright."
"Right leg!"
I moved my right leg and kicked out. There was a sharp sound of air being torn apart, and then my right foot hit the leather cover of the instrument.
" Bang... Bang..." The huge force caused the machine to tremble crazily. The force that erupted from my right leg exceeded the limit of the strength tester. The machine was broken!
Everyone looked at me like I was a monster. I looked at my right leg and muttered,
"My strength has increased again…"
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