One Against the Shrek Seven Devils, Calm and Composed

See Lin Qingmo agrees to one against seven.

Yu Xiaogang A glimmer of success flashed in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

He nodded, trying to be fair.

"Very good."

"Sparring The rules are very simple: no harm to life, no intentional disability, nothing else."

"The venue is set at the open space at the Academy Back Mountain. It's big enough and open enough."

He paused and added, "I will serve as a referee together with Flender to ensure the fairness of Sparring."

Flender The corners of his mouth twitched again.

Fair?

Does this situation have anything to do with the word "fairness"?

But he didn't say it.

He just sighed and turned around to start setting up the venue.

If something really happens, he, the dean, should stop doing it.

On the way to Back Mountain, the atmosphere was a bit strange.

Eight people walked in a group, and no one said anything.

There was only the rustle of footsteps and the occasional call of birds in the woods.

Xiao Wu walked next to Lin Qingmo, but he stopped talking several times.

"Say whatever you want to say."

Lin Qingmo turned his head to look at her.

"I... I don't want to fight Ah Qing."

Xiao Wu The sound is muffled.

"We are together, why should we listen to that Yu Xiaogang? He obviously has bad intentions."

Lin Qingmo smiled.

"Then just practice with me. Don't you always say you don't have enough practical experience?"

"That's not this kind of training."

Xiao Wu muttered.

Dai Mubai, who was walking in front, turned around.

"Xiao Wu, don't let your guard down, this is a good opportunity to test our teamwork."

He said, with fighting spirit burning in his eyes.

"I want to see how perverted his Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring is."

Tang San walked next to Dai Mubai and frowned slightly when he heard this.

"Xiao Wu, he is right, only with full strength can we detect our shortcomings."

Having said that, in fact, he felt secretly happy when he thought that Lin Qingmo was going to be on the opposite side with all his strength from Xiao Wu.

Ma Hongjun came over and said, "That's right! If we lose seven to one, can we still hang out in the Academy from now on? Even the aunt in the cafeteria will laugh at us!"

Oscar sighed, "It's a lot of pressure."

Ning Rongrong rolled his eyes at him. "How can you, Sausage, be an assistant? How much pressure can you put on me?"

Zhu Zhuqing suddenly said, "A-Qing is very strong, it will be difficult for us to win."

This statement made everyone fall into silence, as if it was true.

Back Mountain The clearing has arrived.

An open loess field surrounded by sparse woods.

Yu Xiaogang stood on the referee's bench with his hands behind his back, looking enigmatic.

When he saw eight people entering the venue, the corner of his mouth curled up.

"Get ready."

He said, "In ten minutes, Sparring will start."

Lin Qingmo walked to one end of the field alone.

He turned around and looked at the seven people gathered opposite.

Dai Mubai is moving his wrist, and White Tiger's shadow is looming behind him.

Tang San held several Bone-Piercing Needle between his fingertips, his eyes sharp.

Xiao Wu bit his lip and tapped his toes on the ground.

Ning Rongrong called out Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, and the colorful streamer slowly rotated.

Oscar was mumbling words, and Sausage came out from his palm one by one.

Ma Hongjun rubbed his hands, flames jumped in his palms.

The figure of Zhu Zhuqing is already a little blurry, which is the speed of Hell Spirit Cat and Soul Skill warming up.

Yu Xiaogang stared at Lin Qingmo closely, his eyes unblinking.

He had waited for this moment for too long.

Fourth Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring, an existence beyond the theoretical limits, can finally see its power with my own eyes.

Flender is wiping sweat next to him.

He looked this way, then that way.

It's almost time.

He raised his hand.

"Sparring--"

The sound spread throughout the audience.

"Start!"

Sparring In the middle of the field, seven people dispersed with a crash, surrounding Lin Qingmo in the middle.

That posture is similar to forming a group to defeat the boss.

Yu Xiaogang and Flender stood on the sidelines watching. Yu Xiaogang stared at Lin Qingmo with eyes as wide as searchlights, for fear of missing any details.

Flender was relatively relaxed and even touched his beard.

Oscar moved as fast as grabbing a red envelope. Sausage appeared in his hand and was handed to his companions one by one.

"Quick, quick, quick, Recovery Big Sausage, Speed Small Sausage, enough control!"

Ning Rongrong raised her hands at the same time, and Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda appeared in her palm, shining brightly.

"Seven Treasures Turn Out Glazed, the first is: power, the second is: speed."

Strength Boost 30%, Speed Boost 30%!.

Two colored lights fell accurately on Dai Mubai, Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing.

Currently, her Soul Power Level is low and her energy is limited. She gives priority to assisting Power-attack Type Dai Mubai and Xiao Wu who need to be close, as well as Zhu Zhuqing who needs close Agility-attack-type.

As for Tang San and Blue Silver Grass Control-type, which are not for close combat, and Ma Hongjun, which are for remote use of fire, they are not needed.

Dai Mubai's muscles swelled visibly to the naked eye, and the steps under Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing's feet were so brisk that they seemed to be floating.

Lin Qingmo stood there, motionless.

He just watched them working, watching them adding buffs and setting up formations, watching the seven of them acting like they were facing a formidable enemy.

There was no expression on his face at all.

He neither attacks nor defends, and doesn't even bother to make a starting move.

Yu Xiaogang's brows are so furrowed that they could kill a fly.

He lowered his voice and said to Flender, "This guy is stupid and overconfident. He is still so unhurried when faced with the siege of seven people."

He really felt that Lin Qingmo was going to fall.

Young people, if they have some strength, they will be arrogant. He has seen this kind of thing many times.

Today I just took this opportunity to teach him a lesson - what is team fighting and what is tactical coordination.

Flender raised his eyebrows.

"That's not necessarily the case."

He said slowly, "This guy never does anything he's not sure about."

He does not blindly believe in Lin Qingmo.

He had seen Lin Qingmo take action.

When I was at Great Soul Arena, that feeling of lightness and ease of control was definitely not an act.

This is pure confidence.

Tang San's eyes lit up.

Good opportunity!

Lin Qingmo If you don't move, you are giving up the right to take the lead.

He took a deep breath, and the Third Spirit Ring he had absorbed not long ago suddenly lit up - the purple Thousand-Year Spirit Ring flashed with deep light.

"Third Spirit Skill·Spider Web Binding!"

The moment the words fell, the ground seemed to come alive.

The densely packed Blue Silver Grass broke out of the ground, grew wildly, intertwined, and in the blink of an eye weaved into a huge spider web with a sticky luster, hooding Lin Qingmo.

This is not over yet.

Almost at the same time.

Tang San's First Spirit Skill·Entanglement, Second Spirit Skill·Parasite start simultaneously.

More Blue Silver Grass came from all directions, like countless green snakes, hissing and wrapping around Lin Qingmo's limbs and torso.

Some even emerged from the ground beneath his feet, trying to tie his ankles.

Heavenly Net.

The real Heavenly Net.

Dai Mubai saw the opportunity and shouted loudly, "Go!"

White Tiger Martial Soul is instantly possessed.

His whole body swelled, his muscles tensed, golden hair emerged from under his skin, and a majestic "king" pattern appeared on his forehead.

Accompanied by a deafening tiger roar, he kicked the ground violently, and his whole body was shot towards Lin Qingmo like a cannonball.

The fist wrapped around the unparalleled Soul Power, and hit Lin Qingmo directly in the face.

If this punch was really strong, it would make a hole in the steel plate.

Xiao Wu moved.

Her figure was as light as a feather, her toes were just a little bit on the ground, and her whole body drew a strange arc, quietly going around to the side of Lin Qingmo.

A pair of rabbit ears swayed slightly on top of his head, and his pink eyes glowed with a strange luster.

Charm skills, ready to go.

"I'm ready!!!"

Ma Hongjun took a deep breath, his chest bulged high, and his cheeks turned red from holding back.

The hot flames rolled and compressed deep in his throat, making a dull roar.

He opened his mouth, and the flames filled the gap between his teeth with wisps of white smoke.

Phoenix Fire Line, ready!

Zhu Zhuqing's movements are the quietest and most deadly.

Her figure seemed to blend into the air, and in a few flashes she came around behind Lin Qingmo.

Nether Civet Martial Soul gives her the speed and sharp claws of Gui Mei.

At this moment, she lowered her body and her sharp claws flashed an icy cold light in the sun.

Target - posterior chest.

Four directions, four attacks.

All possible escape routes for Lin Qingmo are blocked in all directions.