Zhao Yan laughed angrily at Wu Chang. He, a level 18 veteran player specializing in fighting, would be hurt by a level 7 non-combat newcomer with a D- rating? He has communicated with Wu Chang, and he can feel that Wu Chang is not the kind of chuunibyou who has a second dimension in his brain. He thinks that after gaining extraordinary abilities, he will automatically be promoted to the protagonist, and the world will revolve around him. On the contrary, although Wu Chang's thinking is a bit out of the ordinary, he is not arrogant, can recognize his own strength, and will not easily mock others. But without ridicule, it is the greatest ridicule. It shows that Wu Chang really thought he could hurt him. Who do you think you are, that mysterious newcomer who makes the whole world rush for you as soon as he debuts? If it weren't for the eldest sister standing behind you, I would have to teach you a lesson today. Zhao Yan showed his expression management ability as an instructor should and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, just hit me. If you get hurt, it's all mine. Not only do you not have to pay for medical expenses, but as long as you hit me, I will buy you a drink if you enter the Abyss Game." Wu Chang scratched his head and said, "How embarrassing."
Zhao Yan took two deep breaths to calm down his desire to run away, and looked at Wu Chang with a salesman-like business smile, "You hit me first and then you talk." He has decided that in order for Wu Chang to go further in the Abyss Game, he must be serious and let this kid understand that in the face of absolute power, playing tricks will not work. Even if it makes him look embarrassed, as long as it can help him change his abnormal way of clearing the level, the eldest sister will probably be happy. Wu Chang came to the ring and did the warm-up exercises before physical education class, pressing his legs, expanding his chest, turning, and moving his wrists and ankles. It seemed that what he was about to face was not a fight, but a ball game. If certain groups of people saw this, they would definitely exclaim, "Oh! This damn feeling of relaxation!" After warming up, Wu Chang turned to look at Zhao Yan, "Can we start?" Zhao Yan shrugged and said, "You can do it at any time..." Before he finished speaking, he saw Wu Chang's feet moving and running towards him. From the perspective of action speed, it has an agility of about 15, which is not bad for a balanced player, but not good enough for a player specializing in combat. The feet are floating and the footwork is straightforward. He can only go straight, without any room for movement. Do you want to hurt him with this level of attack? In Zhao Yan's eyes, Wu Chang's movements were full of loopholes, almost like slow motion. If he wanted to, he could even stretch himself first, then go around to Wu Chang and give him a kick. How to win? Before Zhao Yan could think of a suitable way to win, he saw Wu Chang changing his tactics. Wu Chang was still three meters away from him when he jumped into the air, raised his elbow high and hit him in the face. "Man!" Zhao Yan was startled by this shout. Although the kid in front of him had funny movements and a messy fighting style, his voice was really loud.
Very energetic! But does this kid look down on people so much that he throws his elbow when he is only three meters away from someone, and thinks he is dead? With this kind of attack, if he only takes half a step back, the flying elbow will miss the tip of his nose. At that time, he didn't even need to use his hands. He only had to put his hands in his pockets and lift his shoulders upwards to send the kid flying out of the ring. As a veteran player specializing in fighting, the battle went as Zhao Yan expected. He took half a step back slightly and watched Wu Chang's slashing elbow pass in front of the tip of his nose. He was about to lift it up on his shoulders, but Wu Chang's body unexpectedly moved sideways out of thin air, suddenly appeared in the most suitable place to exert force, and hit him in the face with an elbow. This elbow is not very lethal, but extremely insulting. Zhao Yan felt his vision go dark, and an inexplicable dizziness appeared in his mind. Then his legs went weak, he staggered back two steps, and sat down on the ground. A warm current surged out of the nasal cavity, and when I rubbed it with the back of my hand, it was a nosebleed. No, what's going on, what happened. How did he elbow me? How did I sit on the ground? Not only Zhao Yan was stunned by this elbow, but also several of the helpers watching in the audience were stunned. From their perspective, the instructor's half-step back seemed like he was taking the initiative to meet Wu Chang's elbow with his face. What's even more confusing to them is that the instructor could easily eliminate the force of the previous attack that was far more violent than the flying elbow and perfectly resist it. How could he face such an ordinary elbow and get a nosebleed and sit on the ground? Could the instructor be letting off steam? What kind of background does this guy have in the ring that makes the instructor give up his image to help him shine? Zhao Yan grabbed the side rope of the ring and stood up. At this moment, he realized that this flying elbow was what Wu Chang called a control technique. In the surveillance video, Wu Chang was knocked down by a bloody stab like this. At first they were still wondering why the blood thorn couldn't dodge such an ordinary elbow? He just thought that the blood thorn was in poor condition and was picked up by Wu Chang. Now that I have faced it myself, I realize that this elbow does have some meaning. In addition to being difficult to dodge, the accompanying control effect is also surprisingly long-lasting. After half a minute, I can still feel a little dizzy, and my eyes will get dark from time to time. Unfortunately, the damage is too low, so this skill is destined to be a control skill. Zhao Yan shook off the blood on his hands and said: "I was careless just now and didn't dodge. It doesn't count just now. Let's compete again."
Wu Chang said with an unbearable look: "Instructor, please forget it. I said my skills are not suitable for competition. It will hurt your kindness." "You start, I'm prepared this time, you are..." Before Zhao Yan finished speaking, he saw Wu Chang had already jumped up and elbowed him. Hiss, this little bastard, he said he was hurt, but he didn't hesitate to attack him every time before he finished speaking. But this time he was prepared and would not be arrogant again. Since the establishment of Wanghai City Administration, no instructor has been killed by a newcomer. He must not be the first! Thinking of going to the province to study in the future, or going to other branches to support, others would quietly add a sentence behind his back when mentioning him: "He is the instructor who was defeated by a level 7 assistant." Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shudder. Don't do that! His eyes became firm, and he encouraged himself: I will dodge! "Man!" The powerful shout rang out again. This time Zhao Yan exerted up to 40 points of agility, and the whole person turned into a shadow and circled to Wu Chang's side. To be on the safe side, he crossed his hands in front of him and pushed forward in a defensive posture, trying to push Wu Chang out of the ring. But before he could touch Wu Chang, he saw that Wu Chang's body had surpassed inertia and changed the direction of his forward rush in the air. At the same time, Wu Chang showed his flexibility beyond ordinary people, turned around and used a backhand grab, passing through his crossed defensive arms at an unexpected angle, and hit him in the face with an elbow. And he was unable to resist again, and took a few steps back and sat on the ground. The second elbow strike made his nose bleed, which had just stopped, gush out, and he was temporarily blind for half a minute. When he recovered from the dizziness and blindness, he found that Wu Chang had already left the ring, and did not give him the opportunity to fight again. Lost. Seeing the instructor sitting on the ring in a daze, the assistant who had been unwilling to take off the mask frowned, and was a little confused about whether the instructor was letting him win. The masked man was chosen by Zhao Yan to be the first to compete on stage, which means that he has the best fighting skills among the crowd. He is very confident in his fighting ability and believes that he may not lose even if facing players above level 10. The masked man found Wu Chang and asked tentatively: "I am a little curious about your skills. Can we have a competition?" Wu Chang showed his usual hesitant expression, "This is not good." "It's okay. We are just friendly competitions. No harm..." "Man!"
Bang! The fast, accurate and ruthless elbow strike hit the masked man's face heavily. The masked man leaned back and fell straight to the ground. The masked man triggered dizziness, weakness and poisoning. Under the triple buff, he lay on the ground unable to move, and his hands and feet twitched slightly uncontrollably. Wu Chang turned his head to look at several other colleagues and said innocently: "I told you, my skills are not suitable for competition."