Zhang Anxia picked up the strong man and threw it onto the stretcher of the medical team aside.
The remaining eight people fell into a brief silence. None of them expected that this guy who looked the thinnest was actually the toughest.
Everyone looked at each other, but no one moved forward.
Finally, a young woman wearing a white veil walked onto the ring. She cupped her hands in front of He Ao and said, "Hello, Reconciler."
This is her code name.
"Hire Mercenary."
He Ao also gave it away.
At this time, the woman raised her head and stared at He Ao.
Under the gaze of this gaze, He Ao felt that his heart gradually calmed down, and his desire to fight gradually decreased.
Then he calmly and politely lifted the woman up and threw her out of the ring.
He Ao has never had any desire to fight. He is just a good person who abides by the law and acts in accordance with the established goals.
The woman didn't realize what was wrong until she fell to the ground and her butt was in close contact with the earth.
But with one person at the beginning, people started to come to the ring to challenge He Ao one after another.
"Did you see the true nature of that guy?"
The woman wearing a white mask and a fisherman hat gently touched the young man wearing Kungfu training clothes next to her. She and the young man wearing Kung Fu training clothes seemed to be familiar friends.
"Did you see the KFC bag on his head?"
The young man in the training uniform leaned over slightly, his eyes staying on the ring. At this moment, He Ao was fighting the man in armor.
"Huh? What's wrong? It's just a very ordinary KFC bag."
The woman in the white mask said doubtfully.
At this time, He Ao was easily knocking the armored man down to the ground, lifting him up and throwing him under the ring.
"If you 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?"
The young man in sportswear asked in a deep voice.
"It seems..." The woman in the white mask watched He Ao's movements carefully. The paper bag on He Ao's head undulated slightly with He Ao's movements, but it was like a tightly strapped helmet, with no trace of being blown by the airflow, "It really didn't..."
She looked at the young man in sportswear with confusion, "Is this difficult?"
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The young man in sportswear was silent for a moment and said slowly, "It's difficult. This requires the ultimate control of the force. The wind blowing is just offset by the force of the body in the bag, so that the paper bag is always in a state of balance of force. This force must be extremely precise. Once the direction of the force is deviated, the fragile paper bag will be directly torn."
"Oh," the woman in the white mask nodded in understanding, and then she asked, "Can you do it?"
"I..." The young man in sportswear paused, his eyes following He Ao closely, "No."
The woman with the white mask knew that her friend had always been strong, and being recognized by him meant that she was really powerful in the ring.
"I want to see how powerful he is."
She passed the young man in sportswear, walked to the ring, jumped onto the ring with a slight jump.
"Feng Ling."
She gently cupped her hands towards He Ao.
"Hire Mercenary."
He Ao returned the favor.
Then when He Ao handed over, Feng Ling on the opposite side quickly raised his hand, and a gust of upward wind hit He Ao's face, blowing the paper bag covering his head.
The paper bag was lifted up slightly, and then quickly calmed down. Although the sides were blown by the wind and pressed against He Ao's cheeks, it did not move up even one point.
Feng Ling's face turned red, he gritted his teeth and tried hard to maintain the gust of wind.
He Ao looked at her with interest.
There is information about Feng Ling in Liu Nan's information. Although it is very small, it shows that Feng Ling's talent is "Trick Apprentice".
The last Trick Apprentice He Ao saw was the crazy "magician" who was crucified in the unfinished building of the kindergarten.
The magician can conjure white doves, and Feng Ling can summon flowing wind. Are the abilities of Trick Apprentice different?
But they all seem to be magic?
Is this a mage-like talent?
So what is the subsequent promotion talent of this talent? magician? Mage? Great Magister?
While He Ao was thinking, the wind blowing against his cheek gradually stopped.
Feng Ling bent down, put his hands on his knees, and gasped, "You are awesome, I give up."
Then she jumped right off the ring.
When the next challenger came on stage, Feng Ling had already returned to the young man in sportswear, found a chair and sat down, picked up his water glass, and gasped while saying, "He is really awesome."
"Yeah."
The young man in sportswear was still watching He Ao's movements closely.
"You take it so seriously, why don't you go up and give it a try?"
Feng Ling asked with some confusion.
The young man in sportswear moved his fingers forward and leaned forward. He seemed to be moved by the proposal at a certain moment. In the end, he withdrew his hand and said softly, "I'll watch it for a while."
Just like that, 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 could even move his feet except when he was throwing people out of the ring.
The nine people sitting here are obviously not all Special Appointed Researcher. After all, going to Ruins means facing death. Many people cannot make this determination. Only a few people come here, and they should be the stronger ones among Special Appointed Researcher.
But even these relatively strong people have very low proficiency in their talents. Not to mention that their own strengths are all e-level or even f-level. In terms of talent proficiency, the gap between Bull and magicians is widened, not to mention those Talent Sequence strong men in Copy World who have been trained through life and death.
He Ao He can deal with these people with one hand. For him who is used to fighting between life and death, this battle is so boring at the moment that he is a little sleepy.
He began to regret why he didn't let these people go together at the beginning. This way, defeating him all at once would save some time and add a little more pressure to himself.
His fighting skills were all practiced in life and death, and it was indeed a bit boring for him to play this kind of friendly match with others.
In the last minute, He Ao threw the man with the pig head mask off the ring.
Just when he thought no one came up to challenge, the young man in sportswear who had been watching his moves from the audience jumped up.
He cupped his hands at He Ao, "Fighter."
His whole body was shaken, and bursts of crackling sounds came out of his body.
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 Physical Quality relied on talent, his movements had a unique temperament that he had practiced martial arts for many years.
"Please!"
He Ao raised his hand slightly, indicating that he would make the first move.
But he made no move, instead staring at the paper bag on He Ao's head.
Sweat dripped down his forehead, and the surrounding time seemed to have stopped. The fighter kept staring at He Ao. This short minute seemed as long as a century.
The two of them were in a stalemate for a short time.
Jingle bell——
The sudden ringing of the bell interrupted their movements. Thirty minutes were up.
The fighter fell weakly on the ring and sobbed painfully.
"I can't do it, I can't understand it, why? Why?"
He Ao's eyes stayed on this young man in sportswear.
The information given by Liu Nan gave a very high evaluation to this young man, thinking that this person is the strongest among all the Special Appointed Researchers in West Capital city.
["Fighter", talent: "Fighter", e-level, practicing martial arts since childhood, Martial Arts Talent is extremely strong, and can fight with f-level Transcendental before awakening his talent. ]
At this moment He Ao can actually understand the emotions of the "fighter".
Regit felt the same despair when he realized that there was no possibility of progress in his martial arts path.
It was the despair of a man who was confident in his talent in martial arts when faced with a threshold he couldn't understand and couldn't break through.
When other people compete with He Ao, they can only realize that He Ao is stronger.
And the fighters saw where He Ao is strong.
He realized that He Ao was walking on a road that was much further ahead than he was, but he also realized that there was absolutely no way for him to break through. His knowledge and experience could not understand how this road could be taken.
This was the reason for his despair.
He could have been a sleeping person, but he saw the reality of the world in a sudden glance, but he could not enter that real world.
He Ao withdrew his gaze and prepared to step off the ring.
At this time, the "fighter" in sportswear suddenly blocked his path and knelt in front of him, "Can you tell me how you did it? How to do it... without letting the paper bag fall from your head."
The audience was shocked by the fighter's sudden burst of tears, and then saw the fighter kneeling in front of He Ao and asking why the paper bag didn't fall down. Some people couldn't help laughing.
"Why doesn't it fall off? Of course it can't fall off the hood."
Some slight murmurs came from under the ring.
Next to the discussion, there were slightly frowned brows from other people. They had fought with He Ao, and they only thought that He Ao had a fixed mask on his head that was the same as theirs, so they didn't pay attention.
At this moment, the fighter's words reminded them, what if what He Ao had on his head was not just a mask, but really just a KFC paper bag that was casually put on his head?
How did he manage to put such a paper bag over his head without falling off during strenuous exercise, without even seeing signs of looseness? Especially when there is a "mage" who controls the "wind" who blows it hard.
These people began to feel chills running down their spines. Only then did they realize what kind of monster they had just faced.
"Simple," He Ao took out a roll of transparent tape from his pocket, "Just stick it on."
Poof——
Feng Ling, who was drinking water, squirted 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 state of stillness.
There were also various embarrassing sounds of drinking water coming from the audience, as if they were trying to cover up the inexplicable thoughts in their minds.
He Ao bypassed the young man kneeling in front of him and walked off the ring.
Feng Ling quickly jumped onto the ring to support his friend, "Look at you, fighting against the air. You have to come up with so many complicated plots about a roll of tape. I'm telling you to believe in science and read less of those weird martial arts novels."
The fighter was a little lost and was helped up by his friend. He stared blankly at the back of He Ao walking towards Zhang Anxia, "Is it just tape..."
He was a little disappointed, and vaguely felt that something was wrong.
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"You boy..."
Zhang Anxia patted He Ao on the shoulder.
He knew that He Ao was strong, but he didn't expect that He Ao was so strong.
In this first round, He Ao stood from the beginning to the end. The other people who had the longest time did not exceed ten minutes, and the scores were opened at this moment.
"Next round of shooting, how is your marksmanship?"
He Ao scored so high in the first round that Zhang Anxia himself was a little worried. However, he had seen He Ao's resume and it seemed that He Ao had not been exposed to firearms much in his life, which made him a little worried about his results in the second round.
However, most of Special Appointed Researcher have never been exposed to firearms, so this competition is just about competing among the short ones and the tall ones. Zhang Anxia feels that He Ao is not that bad. With the score bonus in the first round, it should not be a big problem in the end.
"Marksmanship?" He Ao looked at the time and thought for a moment, "You know some basics."
"It's okay, just do your best."
Zhang Anxia patted He Ao on the shoulder.
The KFC paper bag on He Ao's head shook slightly.
Zhang Anxia looked at the KFC paper bag on He Ao's head. In fact, he discovered the problem with this paper bag earlier than the fighter. He asked softly, "Is this paper bag really stuck with tape?"
He Ao glanced at him and smiled, "Old Zhang, didn't you watch me put it on?"
Zhang Anxia looked at He Ao's eyes and also smiled, and did not continue to ask this question.
He only saw He Ao casually put the bag on his head, and then dug two holes. There was never any fixing process.
Not to mention the complicated operation of taping them together.
He Ao This rhetorical question itself gave him the answer.