After the late stage of body refining, Yang Ling's energy has made a qualitative leap. The meteorites he can materialize at will are three meters square. Such a big stone is enough to kill a monk in the late stage of condensation.
Yang Ling regretted it after condensing the meteorite. Fortunately, he flew over to save people on the first night, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
After that, he was ecstatic, and he could no longer suppress his excitement: "Great, great, I won!"
"You, you, a monk in the body refining stage, defeated me, a monk in the late stage of condensation, what's the point of being proud of?"
First his life was in danger, and now he was being 'ridiculed'. The man couldn't bear it any longer: "You guys have gone too far!"
If it weren't for the fact that Yang Ling was the employer, I'm afraid that man would have couldn't help but curse.
At this time, Yang Ling also realized that he had gone too far and hurriedly apologized.
The sincere apology made the man calm down a little, but he still cursed and left after Si Qingwu signed to confirm that the task was completed.
Yang Ling scratched his head, apologetic on his face, and looked weakly at Qi Ye and others: "Didn't what I just did go a little too far?"
"It's not just excessive, it's a bit disrespectful of human life."
Tong Zhan blurted out, and his words made Yang Ling feel even more guilty.
"Your situation is special. At that time, you were only focused on fighting for your life. It's normal for you to lose your sense of proportion for a moment."
Si Qingwu hurriedly comforted her, not forgetting to roll her eyes at Tong Zhan as she spoke: "Besides, we are by your side, nothing unexpected will happen."
"Yes, you have a phobia, so it's normal to do this subconsciously."
The first night also joined the ranks of comforters, and then he praised: "And you performed very well just now, successfully overcoming your fear. This is the first time you fought with a stranger and won. It is worth celebrating."
"But if someone challenges me again, I still can't control myself and use powerful attacks..." 33
"Don't worry, there won't be any accidents with us here."
Nangong Bingyu said lightly, his voice soft but revealing strong confidence.
"That's right, just feel free to do it. The most important thing for you now is to overcome your phobia. Leave the rest to us."
The first night took over the conversation, and after a short pause he continued: "By the time you completely overcome your phobia, you should be able to control various attacks freely, and your attacks will be measured."
Nangong Bingyu's guarantee was still very effective. Yang Ling nodded and he no longer struggled with this issue.
Not long after, another person received a mercenary mission and came to the orphanage. He was still a monk in the late stage of condensation. Like the previous person, his face turned serious when he saw that his opponent was a monk in the body refining stage.
However, thinking that he could get a third-level alien beast crystal soul in one sparring session, he rushed forward with all his strength.
Perhaps because of the previous challenges, Yang Ling gained some confidence in himself. Although his body was still shaking slightly, he was much more calm than before.
It embodies various means to resist attacks, and at the same time it embodies various attacks, and they are attacks that cooperate with each other.
For example, the swamp uses vines to entangle the opponent, and at the same time, meteorites fall from the sky.
For example, raindrops fall from the sky and then condense into ice to restrict physical movement, followed by various attacks such as ice swords and ice spikes.
I have to say that as long as Yang Ling can overcome his phobia, his combat power will still be terrifying, and he won this challenge quite easily.
After defeating his opponent this time, Yang Ling wasn't as fussy as before, and even felt a little guilty, because this time he still needed to save someone on the first night to avoid losing his life, which meant that he still couldn't control the attack freely.
Hearing the man keep muttering 'it's too much', Yang Ling felt even more guilty.
Fortunately, they once again comforted him on the first night. It was nothing more than phobia and it was normal until the disease was completely overcome. What's more, his condition this time was obviously much better than before.
Yang Ling quickly felt relieved, and he also ushered in the next discussion.
The third person who came to train as a sparring partner was a monk in the body refining stage. He was obviously much stronger than the previous two. It was quite difficult for Yang Ling to fight against him, especially since he could not control his emotions freely. In the end, he was defeated.
Although he was defeated, Yang Ling was able to overcome his previous defeat. He was very excited because he found that he was gradually able to control his emotions when facing strangers, which meant that his phobia was showing signs of improvement.
This is also true. In the following competitions, Yang Ling became more and more calm, which also made the strength he could show more and more powerful.
When Yang Ling first met the monks in the body refining stage, most of the battles ended in defeat, but from the sixth game onwards, he kept winning continuously, and even won the tenth game against a monk in the late body refining stage.
"Tsk, tsk, little brother Yang Ling is a bit perverted. The combination of various attack methods is so terrifying."
Tong Zhan was amazed: "The monks in the late stage of body refining were helpless under his series of coordinated attacks. They were defeated without even showing their powerful methods."
Tong Zhan's praise immediately made Yang Ling ecstatic and doubled his confidence.
"That person's abilities are ordinary, and he has a more or less coping attitude."
The first night frowned, and he looked at Fourth Qingwu aside: "Qingwu, you need to put forward conditions when you release the task tomorrow. You can't face the competition passively. In addition, the target of the competition can be a monk in the body refining stage. In the end, Good mid to late game.”
"I got it."
Fourth Qingwu Zhen nodded, and seeing Yang Ling being poured cold water on the side, she chuckled and said: "Yang Ling, your performance is already very good. Although that person is a little difficult to deal with, you still have the combat power of the middle stage of physical training. The fact that you can defeat it is enough to prove your strength."
"That's right."
The second dream echoed: "You are no longer a coward, and Brother Ye's recognition of your strength by letting a monk in the body refining stage come to train with you."
Hearing this, Yang Ling's eyes suddenly lit up, and his mood improved, but he still didn't forget to look at the first night. The meaning was self-evident.
"You performed very well today."
He did not hesitate to praise him on the first night, but he did not forget to tell him at the end: "But you still need to keep up your efforts, and don't forget that your future opponents will at least be in the late stage of body training."
"Brother Ye, don't worry, I will definitely work hard."
Yang Ling vowed.
After the ten sparring sessions were completed, it became dark. Everyone had a meal, and then continued their own business.
The next day, everyone sparred and recovered just like yesterday, and their strength was slowly improving, especially Yang Ling.
After yesterday's discussion, Yang Ling's phobia has improved significantly. When he interacts with others, he behaves much more calmly and can even control his emotional changes.
Since he can control his emotional changes, his imagination can be fully displayed, and there are endless concrete attack methods. Moreover, he will also use targeted methods according to the opponent's situation, which also greatly increases his chances of winning.
Although he faced all monks in the body refining stage, he won eight out of ten spars in one day, which was enough to prove his strength.
Some people died, but not completely...
