At four o'clock in the morning, Wei Curcuma quietly stepped out of the door of Hedao Tower and stepped on the bluestone filled with dew and vitality.
This is a place close to the green belt of the back mountain. There will be no students or teachers to disturb, so it will not disturb other people.
Wei Zeshu's schoolbag did not contain textbooks, but was filled with disposable glass bottles bought from the commercial street. They had a very small spherical bottom and a slender neck, like HP blood bottles in the game.
Wei Curcuma brought a lot, and the glass bottles filled with various liquids collided gently with each other in the canvas bag, making a crisp sound.
He sat in the early morning forest and waited quietly.
But a few minutes later, Qing Jiang, who was wearing black clothes, moved his wrist and walked into the forest.
"Why, are you going to try to confront me head-on today?"
Qing Jiang smiled and did not start today's assassination immediately. According to the unwritten agreement between the two, the assassination would start after Wei Zeshu wakes up every day until he returns to the dormitory at ten o'clock in the evening, leaving time for him. Ensure adequate sleep and short recovery time.
After all, the purpose of this training is to make him stronger, not to actually kill him.
But today, Wei Curcuma was uncharacteristically waiting quietly in this deserted place.
Although a little surprised, Qingjiang was not particularly surprised.
There were only two chances left. It was impossible to escape for four days. The only option was to fight back. This was the result he expected.
"I heard that your odds are very high in the forum now?"
"Well, one to seven, most of them bet on me and lose."
"Have you placed your bet?"
"It is naturally inconvenient for the parties concerned to place bets."
Wei Curcuma looked at the small scar on the palm of his hand that had not healed yet and smiled slightly.
"But I would bet on myself to win any time."
"very good."
The two of them didn't speak anymore, they just faced each other silently in this deserted place, waiting for the sun to rise.
The early morning sun gradually rose from the horizon. The warm orange sunlight passed through the clouds and early morning mist, shining on the two people, coating them with a layer of red gold.
Wei Curcuma sat quietly on a stone, waiting for the sun to continue to climb.
The water vapor in the bamboo forest was thick and gathered into a drop of dew, which suddenly fell.
Two invisible winds blew from the forest, and Qingjiang and Wei Curcuma began to move in unison.
One is a quasi-C-level anomaly suppressor and a veteran expert in the executive department. The other has the most severe soul overflow syndrome in history and is the undisputed number one in the school.
The bodies of both of them are extremely powerful under the blessing of soul pressure, and their activation speed is faster than that of a cheetah.
This time, Wei Curcuma did not evade, but chose to confront him head-on, which caused Qing Jiang to lose his best assassination skills.
At least 70% of the so-called assassination techniques use the environment, complex situations, and people's psychological dynamics.
In other words, the focus of assassination is on people, looking for a moment of relaxation in the crowd and in daily life, dormant for a long time, and then kill them.
At this moment, there is no one in the vast open space in the forest, and there is no complicated terrain. Although Qingjiang is confronting him head-on, he is incredibly powerful, but compared to him hiding in the dark, he is like a poisonous snake that has lost its fangs!
"Wei Curcuma! This is your last chance!"
Qingjiang shouted with a smile, but Wei Curcuma ignored him. All the assassin's words were intended to shake people's hearts. There was only one thing he wanted to do, and that was just like what he thought about last night.
——Do everything possible to create [accidents] and use this accident to find a slight [opportunity].
What he's trying to do hasn't changed since the beginning.
In an instant, the two faced each other head-on.
The dagger in Qingjiang's hand was slashing horizontally, but Wei Curcuma's left hand caught his wrist, clamping the muscles of his upper arm before exerting force.
Although Wei Curcuma's soul pressure is not as strong as him, he has an unprecedented situation - all his soul pressure is turned into muscle strength, which is equivalent to normal, and the 100% strengthening system acts on himself at all times.
Under such a transformation efficiency, the frontal strength of Wei Curcuma's body is not weaker than the basic strengthening of soul pressure of Qingjiang such as Zhun Wu!
The two were deadlocked in place for a moment.
"Not bad...so powerful...just like a tiger!"
Qingjiang raised his foot and pushed his knee lightly towards Wei Curcuma's abdomen. On the knee, a dark iron thorn penetrated his pants and was exposed.
Wei Curcuma's right fist, which was about to attack his head, had no choice but to turn downwards to block the incoming knee. This knee strike was light and was obviously a feint.
In the blink of an eye, the two were engaged in close hand-to-hand combat for dozens of rounds, with such high speed and efficiency that ordinary people could not see clearly the hands of the two attacking each other, and could only hear the sound of tearing through the air and countless afterimages.
On the verge of breaking out, they attacked at high speed, and finally separated in an instant. The two returned to their original positions and looked at each other quietly.
Wei Curcuma was panting a little, and his body was a little sore from the high-speed attack just now, but Qingjiang didn't have any breathing fluctuations. He squinted his snake-like eyes, holding the pitch-black dagger forward with the blade forward, walking slightly. Moving, it seems that he is looking for Wei Curcuma's flaw.
"You have grown too fast. Your soul pressure strength... Judging from the physical strength, it is at least nearly double what it was at the beginning!"
"Although I can guess that such extreme training can make you make huge progress, I didn't expect it to be so huge... You are now even stronger than some veteran Zhengwu and others!"
Qingjiang didn't know whether he said this in relief or shock.
"But it's a pity that if you only have this level, you will still fail."
"How will you know if you don't try?"
Wei Curcuma moved forward again, but this time he threw out several small glass bottles held in his fingers.
These glass bottles flew extremely fast under his huge force, and like several meteors, they hit Qingjiang's location. They collided with each other in the air, and the liquid in them was suddenly impacted and splashed out.
"Is this the only trump card you have prepared?"
Qingjiang pulled his hand, and invisible soul pressure surged out. A black poncho appeared in his hand, waving it forward like a matador. The unknown material of the poncho actually withstood the sulfuric acid in the bottle.
Yes, Wei Curcuma contained concentrated sulfuric acid in the bottle, which was extremely destructive. Without permission to obtain the alchemical potion, Wei Curcuma asked Yu Zhiyu from the Department of Chemistry and Alchemy to secretly bring it out for him.
Even in order to prevent Qingjiang from having a chance, he faked it as "buying desserts", and Yu Zhiyu didn't need to say anything, he understood and completed a seamless performance with him.
That girl secretly gave it to him! Qingjiang guessed it in an instant, but he didn't expect her acting skills to be so good...
Of course, Yu Zhiyu had already worked part-time as an amateur model and actor many times during high school.... He was well-known in both the idol and entertainment circles...
In fact, when the two of them met, Qing Jiang was staring at them from the high ground in the distance, but he didn't expect that the two of them had such a tacit understanding, nor did he expect that Yu Zhiyu's acting skills were so top-notch.
"Concentrated sulfuric acid?! You are so cruel, Wei Curcuma."
"There's no way, otherwise it's impossible to defeat you, just think of it as a benefit to the newcomers, quasi-C class!"
