Facing Bu Fan's suspicious eyes, Dick said innocently: "How could that be? Can you try pouring spirit into this stick?"
"Pour it into the stick? Dick, I feel a little weird when the spirit fills my hand, but at least it is still part of my body, but this stick is a foreign object! Are you sure you are not kidding? "
"It may not work in normal times, but you are still very hopeful now. After all, you have just been promoted. After being promoted to the rank of sergeant, do you feel like you have the world in your hands?"
"There is this illusion."
"This is an illusion, but it is not entirely true. Promotion to the rank of sergeant is also called the beginning of transformation. From then on, you will no longer be ordinary. And when your soul sublimates, your thoughts will be infinitely magnified, and you will feel that the whole The world is under your control. Although the feeling of control over the world is illusory at this time, the control over the body is real. Of course, the spirit in the body is also included, so you can control its flow in the body. , it can also be used to infuse foreign objects, such as the stick in your hand."
"Really? Really!" Bufan tried it according to Dick's words, and sure enough, the spirit moved freely under his command, like an arm moving his fingers, and with his mind moving, it flowed towards the wooden stick in an orderly manner.
"Enjoy this feeling, because it will disappear soon. Use your body to remember it and your heart to feel it. This will be very helpful for your future." As someone who has experienced it, Dick knows very well the impact of the moment of promotion. Most people will choose a quiet and suitable environment to realize the extent of their own benefits. Only extraordinary people do not take the ordinary path.
"Yes." Although he was in crisis, Bufan still took advantage of this rare opportunity to sink into his heart and quietly feel the pulse rate of the spirit flowing through his body.
It is like a thin thread or a thread of water, flowing in an orderly manner under its own command. Going deeper, this line is actually composed of small dots. These small dots are very familiar to him. They are the small light spots that he often sees in dreams.
"So this is the spirit!" Bufan murmured as he opened his eyes.
"Well, thank you everyone!"
It turned out that at this time, Dick and Jeno, two crispy men, were actually standing in front of Feifan, looking at the opposite side warily.
"It's okay, I'm just waiting for you."
"Okay, leave this to me." Bufan held the wooden stick in his hand tightly, knowing that it was no longer fragile.
"Oh, yes, let's add this, Holy Light, Wall of Shield." Dick pressed his hand to the wooden stick and murmured something in his mouth. As the last syllable ended, the wooden stick was dyed with a stain. A faint golden light.
"Blessed by flames." Following Dick, Geno was not to be outdone. Little firelights danced under his chant, and then flexibly wrapped around the wooden stick.
Looking at the shining golden stick in his hand, sparks falling out as he swung it, Bufan suddenly had an unknown feeling, and the confidence in his heart became stronger.
Looking up at Tucker, who was approaching, and the opponent's growing momentum, Bufan's expression condensed and he rushed out.
As Dick expected, the extraordinary advance made Tucker unable to concentrate on gathering momentum. After all, he was not a true master at the master level, and he could not use the momentum to the extent of freedom.
Therefore, he had no choice but to stop, and the momentum gathered in his body immediately began to weaken. Everyone present clearly felt that the depression in their hearts disappeared, and for Bufan, his senses were even more obvious.
After being promoted to the rank of sergeant, the backlash caused by forcibly opening his mind's eye was instantly contained. Moreover, due to the sublimation of his soul, his mind's eye also increased with the tide. The eye in his mind finally no longer looked like graffiti, but was solid. It also has an eye feel.
Therefore, Tucker's weakening power was invisible to his mind.
It was too obvious that the red flame-like energy surrounding him was rapidly declining!
Although it stopped after it weakened to a certain extent, it was completely different from before.
In such a situation, the two fought together again.
boom…
boom…
boom!
Every collision between the fist and the wooden stick made a loud sound, and sparks flew everywhere.
Both fighting parties see nothing but each other.
Once again, he used the wooden stick to resist the heavy punch, and Bufan's left hand trembled slightly. After all, he could no longer use his right hand, and his left hand was not as strong as his dominant right hand.
However, he didn't have time to pay attention to this matter. The pace of the fight between the two accelerated. Bufan relied on his ability to barely keep up with Tucker. He had no extra energy to think about anything else.
After adjusting his position and dodging Tucker's attack again, Bufan once again waved his wooden stick and turned around to sweep away.
clang…
Tucker's elbow directly caught the stick, but the hot feeling transmitted by the stick kept him from relaxing his brows.
After so many rounds of fighting, every time he resisted was an invasion of high temperature. In order to resist the high temperature, Tucker consumed more than half a bit more spirit than usual.
And since he couldn't win Bufan one after another, he was already feeling a little irritable.
Unable to bear it anymore, he finally became violent.
"Go to hell! Thirteen Styles of Tiger Roaring Style!"
The next moment, Tucker's face turned red and his whole body began to bulge. The bumpy muscles showed unparalleled strength. He raised his sandbag-sized fist and punched Bufan with all his strength.
"A formula!"
Before the punch even came, the blasting sound of squeezing the air had already been heard.
Seeing this situation, Bufan knew that the final fight was coming. As long as he held on to this wave, he would win!
Thinking of this, Xinyan immediately followed Tucker's fist. After judging the trajectory of the attack, he immediately turned sideways to avoid the threatening blow.
"Second style!"
Taking a step back, Bufan dodged again.
"Three forms!"
At this time, Tucker rushed over like a tiger. This time, it was not his hands that attacked, but his feet.
Tucker, who had closed the distance, bent his left foot, raised his knee, and slammed forward.
Following Tucker's movements with his mind, Bufan immediately drew his sword and blocked it in front of Tucker's knees. But at the moment of the collision, Bufan found that he was a little too strong. A huge force came from the stick, and the left hand holding the stick directly It was so shaken that it was dislocated, and the wooden stick was directly knocked out.
With the door wide open, Bufan faced Tucker's next attack.
"Fourth style!"
"Extraordinary!"
Seeing the critical situation, Dick and Jeno quickly released their spells.
"Chains of Light!"
"Fire blast!"
A chain of light and a huge fireball rushed towards Tucker.
"I've been guarding against you for a long time."
Facing the attacks from Dick and Jeno, Tucker withdrew his fist, then swung forward a palm like a leaf fan, directly scattering the fireball and breaking the chain.
Then his big hands turned into claws and grabbed at Bufan.
"Final pose, tiger claws dig out the heart!"
Seeing the palm getting closer and closer, Bufan suddenly had a ridiculous thought that he couldn't avoid.
At this moment, a deep voice sounded behind Bufan.
"Donor, if you fight in the academy, you will be punished with a major demerit, and the benefactor seems to want to kill someone? This is going to risk the world's disapproval!"
