From the corner of Yang Zhen's eyes, he had already spotted the approaching figure, and he quickly turned sideways to avoid it.
However, the speed of the Black Moon Wolf in the middle stage of the first order is more than twice as fast as that in the early stage.
In an instant, the demonic wolf had put its arm around his left shoulder, and its sharp claws were like sharp blades, deeply embedded in his muscles.
The fangs were only an inch away from the vital part of his neck, and the smelly and hot breath was sprayed directly into his face.
Yang Zhen was horrified. Between the sword and the flint, he could no longer think anymore. The tip of the stick held in his right hand was lifted up and inserted into the demon wolf's bloody mouth.
It wasn't until this moment that he felt the severe pain coming from his shoulder.
However, he couldn't take it into consideration at all. The demonic wolf felt extremely uncomfortable as a foreign object was stuffed into its mouth. The upper and lower jaws bit each other, trying to bite off the wooden stick.
At the same time, he was scratching his head randomly, making several bloody cuts of different depths on his shoulder, and blood flowed like a stream in an instant.
Yang Zhen roared angrily, as if she had returned to the scene in Cuizhu Garden that day.
This pain made him unwilling and angry!
You are a beast, how dare you stand in my way? !
Fight with you!
He firmly grasped the Qianwu stick in his right hand, like a jack, and pushed forward with all his strength.
The wolf's mouth was gradually opened wide by the force, and suddenly there was a "click" sound, and the wooden stick suddenly slid and got stuck with the fangs!
The Qianwu stick is stuck and cannot be stretched forward. Likewise, the wolf's mouth can no longer be closed!
Yang Zhen is ecstatic!
…
At the same time, Yunya Town Square
The eyes of thousands of people were deeply attracted by the scene displayed on the white wall.
When the demon wolf pounced on Yang Zhen, countless people exclaimed "Ah", and some even closed their eyes, unable to bear to watch the tragedy that followed.
In the restaurant opposite, Grandma’s heart suddenly tightened, and the tea cup in her hand was crushed to pieces!
Caiyun covered her eyes and shouted in panic: "Quick, stop it!"
Qin Wan, Cai Yan and others also held their breaths and stared at every move on the screen.
When they saw that the wolf's fangs and wooden sticks were mixed together, the wolf's mouth could not be closed, and Yang Zhen was out of danger, many people cheered loudly!
"This kid is really quick-witted." Someone commented.
"Intelligence alone is not enough, you also have to have brute strength." Someone praised.
"It's time to stop," someone analyzed: "I guess I forgot about it just now, now it's time to remember!"
In the restaurant, Caiyun had loosened her hands, smiled brightly, and had tears in her eyes.
Grandma breathed a sigh of relief and turned around. Only then did she notice the crumbs in her hand and couldn't help but smile.
"Stop!" She thought in her mind: "Your performance is already good enough."
At this moment, there were repeated exclamations from the square.
She quickly turned around and saw that the child on the screen had released the stick in his right hand and was clenching his fist, punching the top of the demon wolf's head.
The demon wolf let out a silent roar, its blue eyes revealed a bloodthirsty glare, and its two front paws scratched desperately.
Blood marks were drawn one after another on the child's body...
Half of the child's body was dyed red, but he didn't seem to notice it. His right fist was like a hammer, and his whole body transformed into a tireless blacksmith, hitting the iron with a hammer.
His long hair was messy, his face was distorted, his clothes were torn, dripping with blood, and his appearance was extremely tragic.
However, the clenched right fist was swinging powerfully; the pursed lips declared the boy's tenacity.
One punch, another punch...
Although no sound was transmitted from the scene, everyone in the square seemed to be able to hear the powerful beating.
Almost no one spoke anymore, everyone stared at this stubborn young man in shock with their mouths slightly open.
The corners of Mammy's eyes were moist.
She thought of the lonely figure watching the sunset on the spaceship.
And Qingluoshan suffered heavy damage and almost froze his little body...
This child has suffered a lot!
Caiyun had already burst into tears and collapsed on the armchair.
Qin Wan looked solemn and said nothing.
She has always had complicated feelings about Yang Zhen, the person her daughter cares about.
But at this moment, the young man's determination deeply shocked her.
Maybe Yue'er likes him because of this?
…
In the white room.
Yang Zhen still punched the demon wolf with one punch after another.
The finger bones of his right hand were cracked and the entire hand seemed to have lost all feeling.
The continuous blood loss made him dizzy, and the burning pain made his whole body feel hot.
He remained silent, gritted his teeth, and continued hammering.
Finally, the demonic wolf's front claws lost their strength and slowly slid down from his shoulders, leaving two slender lines of blood.
The monster pressing half of his body finally fell to the ground.
Yang Zhen's body, which had been half-bowed, stood upright for the first time.
Immediately, a strong feeling of dizziness hit him, and he almost fell down.
He barely managed to steady himself and found that although the demon wolf was limp on the ground, its body had not disappeared.
This is... not dead yet!
He stretched out his right hand, trying to pull out the stick.
But he found that his clenched fists could no longer be loosened.
As for the left arm, it was completely numb and I couldn't use any strength at all.
what to do? He looked around and couldn't find any suitable weapons. Besides, even if there was a weapon, he couldn't hold it.
Then... come again!
He took a step forward, sat across the demon wolf, and continued to greet it with his right fist.
This time the angle was suitable, and every punch could hit the back of the demon wolf's head.
The demon wolf let out a few muffled groans without even the slightest intention of struggling.
I don't know how many breaths passed, but it stopped moving.
The wolf body under her body gradually disappeared, and Yang Zhen sat empty and fell to the ground.
A long-lost voice sounded:
"Seventh level, passed!"
"It took two hundred and three breaths to kill two demon wolves, and I got ninety points!"
"The current total score is four hundred and seven points!"
After a moment, the voice asked: "On the eleventh day, you will have a rest period of one hundred breaths. Do you need to rest?"
This is a question that will arise after passing each level. Yang Zhen's face twitched, and she squeezed out her last strength and shouted:
"stop!"
Then, he passed out contentedly...
…
When Yang Zhen woke up, she found herself lying on the bed in her room.
Zhao Yue'er and Nanny were all beside him.
"Little Shitou, you're awake!" the little girl shouted in surprise.
Her eye circles were still a little red, but there was an extremely happy smile on her face.
Yang Zhen moved her body slightly and felt a little weak, but the pain in her body disappeared.
He smiled at the little girl, and then looked at his grandma in confusion.
"Mommy found Chief Yuan Shan and came in specially to see you." The little girl explained.
Yang Zhen smiled gratefully at her grandmother.
"After you fell into coma, Master Zifu of the Jiaodian Hall treated you on the spot. After he came back, he fed you a pill to replenish your qi and blood. You are fine now." Grandma comforted you.
Yang Zhen nodded: "What time is it now? Is the game over?"
"It's almost time for you!" the little girl shouted: "Today's game has ended long ago! Little Shitou, you are the only one who passed the seventh level, and you got the highest score in the game!"
"Little Shitou, you are awesome!"
