"I am a halfway monk. I have been living as a professional killer since I was a child. I woke up to Soul Pressure by chance when I became an adult. I am compared with children like you who are geniuses who were selected by the North and then emerged as an internship group and received systematic training. No."
"If we talk about pure soul pressure strength, soul pressure amount, and the strength of magic, how strong can I be?"
"The strength of the soul pressure, tenth level? Eleventh level? No matter how high you evaluate it, it will not be higher than the twelfth level. I can only rank it at level E, and at most it is not at level D."
"But when it comes to killing, if we only talk about killing, I have actually surpassed the theoretical limits of human beings. Even if I am compared to a third-level person, my talent in killing cannot surpass mine."
"This is the source of my quasi-C grade assessment, and the person who gave me this grade is Mr. Mo Daosang."
Qing Jiang looked at Wei Curcuma with a smile.
"If you can counterattack me, then it will be considered as overfulfilling this round of guidance."
"If it's not completed, maybe Boss Mo won't even see you."
Qingjiang exhaled slowly as if recalling.
"After all, he is very busy and very strong."
"Okay! This is the end of the recollection and explanation! If you can't finish it within five days, you can declare failure!"
"If I kill you thirty times in five days, it will be considered a failure!"
Qing Jiang laughed and gave his final conclusion. Wei Curcuma couldn't help but feel horrified.
At the very beginning, in these three days, he had been killed twenty times, and there were only ten chances left?
Three days, twenty times, and the remaining five days, it must be controlled within ten times! If this limit is exceeded, it will fail. If it does not exceed this limit but cannot successfully counterattack once within five days, it is considered a failure!
Wei Curcuma's brain began to rapidly calculate and analyze the current situation.
Physical strength, adaptability, vigilance, and his accuracy in fighting... These have all made a qualitative leap compared to three days ago, and Qing Jiang's assassination will become more and more adaptable to him.
The answer is yes!
Wei Curcuma nodded, indicating that he understood.
But the moment he nodded, Qingjiang's fingers opened slightly, and a tiny Kroger pistol appeared out of thin air in his hand.
He pulled the trigger without hesitation, and a bullet went out along Wei Shu's cheek and embedded deeply into the ceiling of the cafeteria.
Qing Jiang was still squinting like that, smiling as coldly as a snake. Green smoke was rising from the muzzle of the pistol he raised, curling up into the air.
"The twentieth time, you have ten more times left, Xiao Wei."
"By the way, the intensity I used to assassinate you has always been Level E, but now it's going to speed up."
"Now that the rules have been explained, it makes sense to speed up, right?"
The corners of Wei Curcuma's mouth couldn't help but twitch, and then made a sharp arc.
"Of course! I wish I could!"
Wei Zeshu couldn't help but laugh. Without any hesitation, he stepped on the table and rushed towards the man in black amidst the exclamations of his classmates.
The moment he passed the table, he quickly picked up the table knife. The silver table knife was caught in the gap between his fingers and pounced towards Qingjiang like a cat's claws.
Wei Zeshu punched Qingjiang diagonally, and the knife in his hand was also about to insert into the artery on the side of his neck.
Wei Curcuma is extremely good at observation and learning. The intensive assassinations these days have made him feel firsthand what are the most deadly parts of the human body. The attack at this moment does not have any unnecessary movements and is extremely refined.
"Well, the momentum is good."
Wei Zeshu's punch was extremely accurate, but the table knife carrying huge power was blocked by the small black plate in the latter's palm, and the table knife twisted and deformed, and was deeply embedded in it.
"But not even close."
The table knife was embedded in the black square plate that appeared in Qingjiang's hand. It was difficult to pull it out for a while. The thumb and index finger of Qingjiang's other hand had already grasped a chopstick. Using the chopstick as a knife, it was as light as a gust of wind. After passing through Wei Curcuma's throat, a deep purple scar was left.
"The twenty-first time."
Ignoring Wei Curcuma's pain as he fell to the ground, Qingjiang dropped the chopsticks held between his thumb and index finger and looked at the board in his palm.
He tried to pull out the table knife embedded in it, but the latter was embedded far deeper than he imagined, and he couldn't pull it out at once.
He has not yet passed the Class E examination, and has only been in school for only one month, but his physical strength has almost exceeded human limits.
You must know that this black plate is a specialized armor used for main battle tanks, and Wei Curcuma's sword was deeply embedded in it.
"With such brute strength, is he really a human being?"
Qingjiang took a deep look at Wei Curcuma who fell on the ground.
"It's really a monster... Wei Curcuma... you are the real monster..."
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By the time Wei Curcuma got up from the ground, it was already half an hour later. In the frightened eyes of the school medical team who were called for first aid by Qingjiang, Wei Curcuma climbed up from the ground as if nothing had happened, and patted the stains on his clothes. dust.
"Excuse me, what time is it now?"
He was in shock for a long time, which made his head still a little lack of oxygen at the moment, making him dizzy. He patted his head and tried to regain his balance.
"Twelve fifty...Classmate, are you really okay? You just lost your breath."
"Ah, it's okay, I'm getting used to it."
Wei Curcuma touched his neck with his fingers, and the dark purple bruise there was now only a faint red. He coughed a few times, and after coughing out a few blood clots, he could breathe freely.
"I still have time to catch up with the first class in the afternoon...I'm going to buy a bottle of juice..."
Wei Zeshu coughed up the blood clot as if nothing was wrong, wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, thanked several people from the school medical team, and then picked up his backpack and got ready for class.
The surrounding classmates also turned a blind eye and continued to do their own things. They seemed to be used to it.
Only the school medical team and classmate Liang Cai were greatly shocked.
Specifically, in the past few days, Yu Zhiyu found that she no longer had her favorite cranberry jam toast for breakfast. Even when she saw the grape juice in her hand, she would turn on the silent vibration mode to shake. few times.
"Cai Cai, don't you like cranberry jam toast the most? I brought it for you."
"Thank you...Uh-huh!"
Yu Zhiyu looked at her and the puppy man in confusion, blinked, and decided to eat it himself.
"What the hell happened..."
"Yesterday, yesterday...in the cafeteria, Student Wei sprayed cranberry jam!"
"ha?"
Yu Zhiyu was holding the bread in his mouth and was even more confused when he heard this explanation.
What is Wei Curcuma doing?
