This style of play consumes a lot of mental power, but the effect is also extremely terrifying.
As long as the mental strength is not as strong as Xu Wuyi, it is almost impossible to defend.
"It's my turn." Li Hao whispered, and disappeared into the rest area.
On the ring, Li Hao appeared.
His Life Energy Level has reached level 30.4, second only to Xu Wuyi, Qin Rui, Zhao Qingwei and a few other freshmen.
More importantly, he has made great progress in the past six months. Not only has his sword skills become more refined, but his understanding of the true meaning of "speed" has also deepened.
"Xu Wuyi." Li Hao looked at the figure opposite and slowly pulled out his two swords, "I know I can't win, but I want to see how big the difference is between you and me."
Xu Wuyi looked at him calmly, nodded and said, "That's fine."
Li Hao was slightly startled, and he heard some sincerity in Xu Wuyi's tone.
"Start!"
Li Hao moved.
His speed was at least 30% faster than a year ago, his figure turned into a blur of blue light, and his two swords slashed towards Xu Wuyi from a strange angle.
This is the killer move he has been practicing for half a year - [Double Shadow Stacked Kill]!
In Extreme Speed, two knife shadows are created that are difficult to distinguish between real and fake, and attack two vital points of the opponent at the same time.
However, the moment the sword light was about to touch Xu Wuyi's body--
"Buzz!"
That invisible spiritual shock comes again!
This time, Li Hao was well prepared. His true meaning of "speed" was running at full speed, trying to get rid of the influence of the mental lock with Extreme Speed.
But it's no use.
The mental impact is not a simple lock, but a kind of indiscriminate suppression.
Just like a person stuck in a quagmire, no matter how hard he struggles, his speed will slow down.
Li Hao felt that the surrounding air had become extremely viscous, and his originally smooth body movements showed obvious sluggishness.
What's even more frightening is that a will as heavy as a mountain slammed into his spiritual world, causing his thinking to slow down for half a beat.
The two sword shadows instantly dispersed.
And Xu Wuyi's gun was already stabbing him like a shadow.
It was still a simple shot, and the spiritual coldness on the tip of the gun was so bright that it was dazzling.
Li Hao gritted his teeth, crossed his swords to block, and Blood and Qi inside his body was running wildly, trying to resist this shot.
"Clang--!"
The tip of the spear is at the intersection of the two swords.
The next second, Li Hao's expression changed drastically.
He felt an extremely condensed spiritual power flowing into his body along the two knives, violently impacting his consciousness.
It felt like someone was digging into his brain with a red-hot iron pick.
Severe pain!
Indescribable pain!
Li Hao groaned, almost losing his hands with his two swords, and staggered back, his eyes turning black.
By the time he managed to steady himself, the tip of Xu Wuyi's gun had already stopped in front of his throat.
"East Academy, Xu Wuyi wins!"
"In the first round, East Academy wins!"
Electronic sound filled the venue.
Li Hao stood there blankly, and it took several seconds before he came back to his senses.
He looked down at his hands, then looked up at Xu Wuyi, with a bitter smile on his face.
"Is this what a martial artist does?" he asked in a low voice.
He had just been promoted recently, and when fighting, he still mainly used Martial Artist, but Xu Wuyi seemed to be a completely different level of fighting style.
Xu Wuyi put away his gun and nodded. "In the martial arts stage, "refining the spirit" is the core. The stronger the spiritual power, the stronger the control over the battle."
Li Hao took a deep breath and looked at Xu Wuyi deeply. "I've learned a lesson."
He turned into white light and disappeared.
In the audience, discussions surged like a tide.
"Three shots! One pierces three!"
"Li Hao can't survive even one move in his hands!"
"What kind of move is that? Why did Li Hao's speed suddenly slow down?"
"Xu Wuyi condenses his mental power to the extreme, erupting at the moment of the fight, directly impacting the opponent's consciousness!"
"How to defend against this? Unless your mental strength is higher than his, you can't stop him at all!"
"This is the battle of martial arts masters! Only opponents who are on the same spiritual level are qualified to fight."
East Academy resting area, Shen Wei and Zhou Mingxuan looked at each other and smiled bitterly.
"Lao Xu didn't give us a chance to play at all." Shen Wei shook his head.
"That's fine." Zhou Mingxuan was very open-minded, "We're just going to give him away, why not let Lao Xu finish the fight alone."
In the second round, East Academy played against the North Academy.
The order of battle for the North Academy is: Zhang Qi (level 30.1), Luo Liang (level 30.3), Zhao Qingwei (level 30.6).
After the list was announced, Luo Liang's expression was not very good in the rest area of the North Academy.
"Zhao Qingwei, how should we arrange it?" Zhang Qi asked.
Zhao Qingwei was silent for a moment and said slowly, "Xu Wuyi should still be the first to go. We can't change the result, but at least we have to force him to do more."
She looked at Luo Liang: "Luo Liang, you go up second. Zhang Qi, you go up first. I'm last."
"Why?" Luo Liang frowned, "I'll be the first to go. At least I can consume him more."
"It's useless." Zhao Qingwei shook his head, "You saw clearly the battle just now. In martial arts-level battles, spirit is the most important thing."
"If you go first, he will still kill you with one shot. Why not let Zhang Qi go first, and you observe his methods and think about whether there is a possibility of cracking it."
Luo Liang was silent.
He knew that Zhao Qingwei was right, but this feeling of powerlessness made him very hurt.
"Let's arrange it this way." Zhao Qingwei said no more, closed his eyes and adjusted his state.
On the ring, Xu Wuyi appeared again.
His opponent is Zhang Qi of the North Academy, a long stick wielder Martial Artist, who has just broken through the martial arts master.
Zhang Qi looked solemn when he took the stage. He had obviously seen Xu Wuyi's previous battles.
"Classmate Xu, please give me some advice!" Zhang Qi said in a deep voice, holding a long stick in front of him.
"Start!"
Zhang Qi did not rush to attack, but danced the long stick to make it airtight and defended first.
He plans to stabilize his position first and then look for opportunities.
But Xu Wuyi is still just a simple shot.
Long Spear thrust out, and the cold spiritual light on the tip of the spear lit up.
Zhang Qi was well prepared. The moment the spear tip struck, he turned Blood and Qi with all his strength and tried to block it with his long stick.
At the same time, he concentrated his mental will to the extreme to resist the invisible impact.
However--
When the mental shock really hit, Zhang Qi realized that he was wrong.
It was not a simple impact, but an explosion of "meaning" that was condensed to the extreme.
It's like someone compressed the weight of an entire mountain into a needle and pierced it deep into your consciousness.
Zhang Qi felt a sharp pain in his brain, his vision went black, and Blood and Qi's operation was instantly disrupted.
The originally airtight stick posture had an imperceptible flaw.
And this flaw is enough for Xu Wuyi.
Long Spear passed through the shadow of the stick and was accurately located on Zhang Qi's chest.
"East Academy, Xu Wuyi wins!"
Zhang Qi couldn't even last three seconds.
There was a gasp of air from the audience.
"Another shot!"
"Zhang Qi is also a martial artist! Can't even a martial artist stop him?"
North Academy resting area, Luo Liang's face is even more ugly.