No words were spoken.
No need to speak.
Wu Zhangkong stretched out his hand and pushed open the metal door.
Behind the door is an empty training room. The floor is made of a special alloy material that can withstand the full attack of Soul Master without being damaged.
The surrounding walls were covered with dense scratches and dents - these were the traces of the two men's fights over the past few days.
Wu Zhangkong walked into the training room and stood in the center of the field.
He turned around and looked at Zhong Shenxiu.
Zhong Shenxiu had already walked in and stopped five meters away from him.
Eyes facing each other.
Wu Zhangkong looked at him, looking at the fighting spirit burning in those eyes, and nodded slightly.
"Let's get started."
The moment the voice fell, Zhong Shenxiu moved.
No warning.
There is no starting position.
His entire body was like a golden lightning bolt, instantly crossing a distance of five meters and punching Wu Zhangkong in the throat.
The fist wind howled.
The speed of that punch was faster than ten days ago.
Wu Zhangkong turned sideways to let go of the punch. At the same time, he pointed his right hand together like a sword and stabbed Zhong Shenxiu in the temple.
Zhong Shenxiu tilted his head to avoid the sword, and his left elbow had already swept forward, directly hitting the side of Wu Zhangkong's neck.
Wu Zhangkong raises his arm to block.
Bang!
A dull collision sounded.
Wu Zhangkong's arm sank slightly.
The strength of this cubit is stronger than ten days ago.
He felt a little chilled in his heart.
In ten days, this child's strength and speed have improved significantly. And that improvement is not a slow increase brought about by cultivation, but an almost leap-like increase.
But he didn't have time to think about it.
Because Zhong Shenxiu's next blow has arrived.
Lift your right knee up and hit your lower abdomen.
The left fist came from the side and hit the ribs.
Elbows, knees, punches, legs--
Every move is a killer move.
Every move is aimed at the vital point.
Nothing superfluous.
Without any hesitation.
Wu Zhangkong made a mistake with his foot, Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track unfolded, and his body turned into an afterimage, retreating three meters in an instant.
Zhong Shenxiu's attack failed, but without any pause, he tiptoed and pounced again.
This time, he didn't use fists or kicks.
He raised his right hand.
"Sky Light Dragon Spear."
A low voice echoed in the training room.
The next moment, countless rays of light converged crazily on his palm.
Where did those lights come from? From the lights above his head, from the reflections from the walls, even from the reflections from the white clothes on Wu Zhangkong - every ray of light was forcibly absorbed by him at this moment and gathered into the palm of his hand.
The light is solid.
Compression.
A long spear took shape in the palm of Zhong Shenxiu.
The entire body of the gun was composed of blazing white light. The gun body was slender with smooth lines, and pale golden dragon patterns flowed on the surface. The tip of the gun trembled slightly and made a low hum, as if something was breathing deep in the light.
That's a dragon.
It is the will of Radiant King Dragon.
Zhong Shenxiu holds the gun in hand.
The moment the gun body came into contact with the dragon scales in his palm, those pale golden dragon scales suddenly lit up, as if they had some kind of resonance with the gun body. Golden lines spread from the gun body to his arms, and then to his whole body -
That's the resonance of power.
It is the resonance of Martial Soul and Soul Skill.
Zhong Shenxiu's pupils turned completely into molten gold and shrank into two vertical thin lines. He looked at Wu Zhangkong, his eyes falling on his throat.
That gaze was too focused.
The focus is so intense that it sends chills down your spine.
Wu Zhangkong looked at him, looked at the light gun in his hand, looked at the golden lines lighting up on his body, and a trace of shock flashed in his eyes.
No.
This is not right.
This child's strength is stronger than before.
And it's not even a little bit better.
It's a whole new level stronger.
Zhong Shenxiu didn't give him time to think.
Gun out.
There's nothing fancy about that shot.
Just a simple straight stab.
But just this sting--
Fast.
Too fast.
Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, which was approaching Wu Zhangkong, could only barely avoid it.
The tip of the spear passed by his throat, bringing with it an icy chill. He could even feel the power contained in the tip of the spear. If it was stabbed, his throat would be torn open like paper.
Wu Zhangkong turned his feet, and his figure drifted away again. At the same time, he waved his right hand, and Heavenly Frost Sword condensed in his palm.
The sword body is completely ice blue, exuding a deep chill.
He looked at Zhong Shenxiu, looked at the light gun in his hand that was still buzzing, looked at his vertical pupils that had completely turned into molten gold, and suddenly smiled.
Glad.
Satisfied.
There is also a hint of fear.
This child is only nine years old.
Only the second ring.
It was enough to force him to get serious.
"Good marksmanship," he said.
Zhong Shenxiu did not respond.
He just stood there holding the gun.
In those molten golden vertical pupils, the fighting spirit burned even more intensely.
Wu Zhangkong Take a deep breath and start Soul Power.
After suppressing it to the level of Four-Ring Soul Ancestor, take action with all your strength.
Mysterious Heaven Skill is running, and Soul Power is rushing like a tide in the meridians. Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track unfolds, leaving afterimages of his figure in the air, making it difficult to tell which one is real and which one is fake. And his eyes flashed with a rich purple light--
Tang Sect Secret Arts, Purple Demon Eye.
He wants to see it.
See clearly every movement, every flaw, every possible weakness of this child.
Zhong Shenxiu moved.
As soon as he stepped on the alloy floor, there was a muffled sound, leaving a shallow footprint. His body was like a golden stream of light, instantly spanning a distance of ten meters, and stabbed Wu Zhangkong in the chest.
Wu Zhangkong turned sideways to avoid the tip of the spear, while Heavenly Frost Sword swept across and slashed towards Zhong Shenxiu's waist.
There is a layer of frost on the sword, which is the Martial Soul power of Heavenly Frost Sword.
Soul Skill is not needed, only the properties of Martial Soul itself are enough to cause damage.
Zhong Shenxiu gun body turned, the gun barrel swept across, and collided with Heavenly Frost Sword.
Bang!
Gold and iron jingle.
Sparks flew.
The two of them took half a step back at the same time.
But the next second, they pounced at the same time.
Guns and swords went back and forth.
Every collision has a muffled sound, and every confrontation is extremely dangerous.
Zhong Shenxiu's marksmanship is nothing fancy.
Stabbing, picking, sweeping, smashing - every action is simple to the extreme, yet terrifyingly accurate. His gun is always pointed at the vitals, throat, heart, eyes, vagina - any part hit will be fatal.
And his movement skills are equally dangerous.
He moves without any unnecessary steps. Every step is in the most critical position, and every step puts him at the best attack angle. His body is like a sophisticated killing machine, every muscle and every bone is working for killing.
Wu Zhangkong The more I beat him, the more frightened I became.
He has suppressed his strength to Four-Ring Soul Ancestor. Logically speaking, with the fourth ring against the second ring, even Zhong Shenxiu should be able to completely suppress him, no matter how evil he is.
But now, he can't suppress it.
No, it's not that I can't suppress it.
It cannot be suppressed.
Zhong Shenxiu is too powerful.
That is not the power that the second ring Soul Master should have.
Every time the gun and sword crossed each other, he felt his arms numb.
That was pure power suppression, a power suppression that even the four rings of Soul Power could not completely offset.
Overlord·Indestructible Dragon Body.
Wu Zhangkong didn't know the name, but he could feel that Zhong Shenxiu's physical fitness had reached an incredible level. Those light golden dragon scales covering his body not only provided defense, but also continuously provided him with strength.
What's even more terrifying is Zhong Shenxiu's reaction.
Too fast.
It was so close that Purple Demon Eye could only barely capture it.
Every time Wu Zhangkong draws his sword, Zhong Shenxiu can react at the most critical moment.
It's not a dodge, but a counterattack. His spear is always one step faster than Wu Zhangkong's sword, and before Wu Zhangkong's sword is strong enough, the tip of the spear is always in front of his vital point.
Heavenly Mountain·Clear Dragon Heart!