"Not good."
This was the first time that Wei Curcuma was defeated in a head-on physical encounter. The explosive propulsion was simply not something he could control with his current physical strength.
Just for a moment, the empty door was wide open, and he was punched three times in the abdomen, which made his appetite churn.
"I can probably guess what his method is."
Wei Curcuma rolled over in a bit of embarrassment. The sword-cutting sword did not have an advantage in close combat because it had no substance, and the current cutting force was difficult to break through the examiner's enhanced soul pressure.
In other words, this method of my own is completely restrained.
Wei Curcuma took a deep breath, raised his hand and deconstructed the sword, turning it into pure soul pressure, and then clenched his fist.
Fighting with fists has always been his strength.
"Oh? You want to use the strengthening system to fight me hand-to-hand?"
Sun Chongyang laughed, showing his sharp white teeth.
He stepped forward, twisted his waist, and then punched directly.
"It's not the strengthening type."
Wei Curcuma didn't show any signs of weakness and hit the opponent's fist with the same straight fist.
The fists collided, and red ripples appeared in circles on Sun Chongyang's forearm. Within 0.001 seconds, Wei Curcuma's familiar fierce thrust exploded like a bomb, knocking him back with his fists.
"Such a strong force. What did your kid grow up on?"
Although Wei Curcuma was repulsed, Sun Chongyang was not feeling well either. The part of his fist peak was sore and smoke was rising at the moment. He couldn't help but throw away his hand.
Fifty - this number is his record before retiring, a record of 50 undefeated victories, 29 of which were won by directly knocking out the opponent KO. His striking skills are already considered to be close to the top among humans. .
But just after the fist fight, his physical strength alone was clearly inferior to Wei Curcuma's slightly unfamiliar way of exerting force. Only the explosive power of Fa was able to win.
The entire index finger of Wei Curcuma's right hand was congested, red and purple, and even the phalange bone was broken. He grinned and waved his hand, and the finger returned to its original shape at the speed of light.
This punch is really terrifying. Let alone a human being, I am afraid that this examiner can directly blow up the head of a large anomaly with a full punch!
Wei Curcuma was obviously frustrated, but he laughed.
Because after the verification just now, he is now extremely sure of what the other party's method is!
"MR Sun, your method is not actually a strengthening method."
Wei Curcuma stretched out his hand and patted his arm.
"It is a release and transformation system. It releases the soul pressure and then transforms it into violent flames and hot air. It uses its propulsion to defeat the enemy with one blow."
Wei Curcuma made a gesture, it was like the flying monkey in fireworks, but the soul pressure was used as gunpowder.
Wei Curcuma's guess was correct. Sun Chongyang's method was not simply a strengthening system. If it was just about strengthening the body, unless the talent for strengthening was comparable to that of Wei Curcuma, it would not be able to achieve such a terrifying impact.
His method is to convert the soul pressure into heat, and then bombard it.
But Wei Curcuma was only half right.
His release not only pushes from back to front, but also converts additional flames in front of the fist, adding a burning effect to every blow.
The flames transformed from soul pressure can burn abnormal flesh and bones!
"Half of a guess is correct, but I won't make it public."
Sun Chongyang cracked his neck and moved his shoulders, officially preparing to enter the second round.
"I'm afraid that the effect will be strengthened after the law is made public, and you will be seriously injured accidentally."
"Yeah."
Wei Zeshu didn't waste a word, and raised his fists with both hands. Two black masses of soul pressure enveloped his fists, and strands of black continued to flow.
He was imitating Sun Chongyang's technique and preparing to face the punch head-on.
The current situation is still oppressive for Wei Zuoshu. The opponent is Huofeng Zhengjiu, and he is a world-class boxing champion. It is undoubtedly not wise to choose to box with him.
But Wei Curcuma has his own confidence. This is the first time he has encountered a method of release and transformation, and he seems to be able to capture a little ethereal feeling.
Maybe this is the opportunity to develop your own release usage.
But actually, it's not that easy.
Wei Curcuma focused all his attention on the opponent's fist, but he did not expect that Sun Chongyang would directly hit the high whip leg and hit him hard on the side of the face.
The outside of his calf collided with Wei Curcuma's cheek. Before Wei Curcuma could react, there was only a slight pause of 0.001 seconds. In the next moment, the soul pressure suddenly burst out.
The crimson shock wave was more powerful than the one attached to the forearm. This whip kick directly sent Wei Curcuma's body flying out, hitting the ground like a rag.
"I'm a mixed martial arts champion, and I don't know how to box. What are you thinking?"
He made a big leap forward, and before Wei Curcuma could adapt to the head concussion caused by the sudden explosion, he hit him in the abdomen with an uppercut.
"3,2...."
Sun Chongyang counted down silently.
"1."
A red shock wave erupted from the uppercut that hit Wei Curcuma's lower abdomen, sending him spinning several times in the air, which was even more exaggerated than in a fighting game.
"Did that blow just now be too harsh?"
He watched Wei Curcuma fall to the ground, gasping for air, and reflected on the strength of his attack.
From the moment he entered this world, Wei Curcuma has never been at such a disadvantage. Every punch from the opponent can hit his weak spot hard, and then explode with terrifying power.
But the more this happened, the brighter Wei Curcuma's eyes became.
He breathed slightly, and the soul pressure recovery brought about by constant meditation spread directly to the whole body, leaving no trace behind, and all of it was used to repair the body.
"To be honest, my soul pressure is indeed still at level E, but the output efficiency and damage have long exceeded the level. It would be unfair to you to continue."
He stepped forward and gently supported Wei Curcuma's back with his hands, signaling him to take a breath and call for a temporary truce.
"You have obtained the qualification to enter the stream. If you stop now, the assessment will be over."
Wei Zeshu was knocked to the ground and gasped for air. The other party was right. No matter how perverted or talented he was, the gap in experience, soul pressure, and time all existed objectively.
It is a fact that it is impossible for a freshman who is only a freshman to defeat the Huofengzheng Ninth Grade who has experienced hundreds of battles.
Wei Curcuma was silent for a while and then suddenly laughed.
"Exception won't take care of me. I'm still at a low level, so I'll show mercy."
"...You mean you want to continue?"
"Well, continue."
Wei Curcuma stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"I seem to have caught a bit of a feeling."
"Haha...have everything been thought with the premise of fighting against anomalies? This kind of thinking is what those who suppress anomalies should have, I agree with you!"
In front of Wei Curcuma, Sun Chongyang took off his sunglasses for the first time.
Revealed under the sunglasses were eyes that had been blind for a long time, with hideous scars on them.
In a confrontation with an anomaly, he lost his eyes while protecting innocent passers-by, but he still fought on the front line afterwards.
Sun Chongyang's muscles were sweating and steaming. He casually dropped his sunglasses and "looked" at Wei Curcuma.
"Welcome to the world of deviants."
Unprecedented red ripples were released from his fists, like his blood that had not cooled down despite countless desperate situations.
This punch hit Wei Curcuma hard.
