Chapter 533: Academy Challenge (IV)
In a sense, Wu Zhengcheng and Jiang Mingyang are the same kind of people.
They not only have a mocking face, but also a mouth that asks for a beating.
They are the kind of people who always find faults. When someone provokes them, no matter what the other party's strength and background are, they will first let their mouths spit.
Especially Wu Zhengcheng's last sentence, "This time it's your turn to die", almost made Holyfield Lawrence's lung explode.
"Humph, since you want to die, then I will fulfill your wish!"
Holyfield Lawrence originally wanted to consume slowly, but Wu Zhengcheng stimulated him and directly used his killer move!
Holyfield Lawrence is a ninth-level cultivator in the physical training realm. Not only is his physical fitness extremely strong, he is also very good at defense and counterattack.
Wu Zhengcheng's fighting style is desperate, and he ends the battle in a short time with his powerful explosive power.
The two competed on the same stage, and Wu Zhengcheng was restrained to death.
The battle was about to break out and instantly entered a white-hot stage.
Holyfield Lawrence is an excellent defender. No matter how Wu Zhengcheng attacks, he can accurately defend and make a fierce defensive counterattack.
"Wu Zhengcheng, kill that idiot!"
"Wu Zhengcheng is mighty, Dongsheng College will win!"
"Knock him down, let them know that Dongsheng College is not easy to mess with!"
The students in the stands cheered loudly.
The first game ended too quickly, and they didn't have time to cheer. This time they must show their home advantage.
In any case, this is Dongsheng's home court, and the momentum must not be weak.
"Tsk, a group of idiots who can't see the result clearly. If cheering can win, there will be no abyss."
A member of the Holyfield family disdainfully ridiculed him. He was too lazy to argue with the students because reality would soon slap them in the face.
But just because he didn't find fault, it didn't mean that no one would find fault with the Holyfield family.
As soon as the young man finished speaking, Bao Sichen pointed at the man and said angrily: "You are a fool, your whole family is a fool!
This time the challenger is Xiang Tianao, that trash was killed in one drop, why are you still staying in Dongsheng!
The challenger is dead, what qualifications do you have to continue challenging!
You say we are fools, I think you are fools, you are all shameless fools."
After this period of growth, the kind and gentle Bao Sichen is evolving step by step into a hot girl.
This series of verbal bombardment almost choked the young man to death.
He pointed at Bao Sichen and said angrily: "Woman, shut up! The Holyfield family will not tolerate your insults!
I can tell you clearly that Wu Zhengcheng will definitely die, and he will die miserably.
Even if he wins this game by chance, I will go in the next game, and I will definitely make him die miserably."
Bao Sichen's lungs are about to explode, and he and his classmates are shouting at the top of their lungs.
Although the Internet is not as lively as the scene, the intensity of the argument is far greater than the scene.
"It's over. Wu Zhengcheng is probably going to be crippled."
"Bullshit, which eye of yours saw Wu Zhengcheng crippled? Didn't you see Wu Zhengcheng kill Xiang Tianao with one strike?"
"The descendants of Yan and Huang will win. Whoever dares to support outsiders is a traitor!"
"I'm talking about the facts. Dongsheng Academy can't fight. Wu Zhengcheng can't fight five people alone."
Amidst the voices of pessimism, the ring suddenly appeared with a sudden killing move.
"Thunder Style 1·Broken Peak!"
Taking advantage of the defensive gap of Holyfield Lawrence, Wu Zhengcheng immediately unleashed his strongest fighting skills.
All three styles of Thunder are guided by weapons, infusing the weapon with one's own blood and qi, relying on the impact to cause the blood and qi to explode, thus forming a more terrifying secondary attack.
This move is both upright and insidious, and it is simply a sharp weapon to harm people.
The alloy sword blasted out like a cannonball, smashing directly into Holyfield Lawrence's lower abdomen.
If this attack hits, even if Holyfield Lawrence doesn't die, his legs will be severely injured by the exploding blades.
"Hmph, you overestimate your own abilities!"
Holyfield Lawrence snorted coldly, and then said: "Dark Armor!"
With his lower abdomen as the center of the circle, a set of energy armor spread rapidly, instantly covering his entire body.
The alloy sword hit the dark armor, breaking into countless fragments and shooting randomly, and the dark armor also shattered.
But the speed of the dark armor shattering is slower than the speed of the blade splashing, just enough to defend against every blade.
The three styles of thunder of the explosive weapon have a miraculous effect on Xiang Tianao, but have no effect on Holyfield Lawrence.
"Hmph, you're done attacking, it's my turn next."
Holyfield Lawrence smiled grimly, then waved his hand to the audience, and a huge sword as wide as a door flew into his hand.
The terrifying giant sword door panel was two meters wide and high, wider and more terrifying than the shield, and it was simply a weapon of attack and defense.
"Damn it!"
Wu Zhengcheng was anxious, and a trace of determination and ruthlessness appeared in his eyes.
The opponent was too difficult to deal with. Once he was dragged into the enemy's rhythm, he would have no chance of winning.
"Hahaha, if you want to defeat me one-on-one, no one at the same level can do it.
In the next battle, I will take you to experience despair and feel the death that is coming at any time.
Heavy armor, thousands of cuts!"
Holyfield Lawrence laughed and swung the door panel giant sword to attack Wu Zhengcheng.
The giant sword, which was comparable to a siege weapon, slashed left and right like a windmill, as if a natural moat cut across both sides, making it impossible for Wu Zhengcheng to make an effective attack.
Wu Zhengcheng dodged left and right, and wiped out an alloy short knife from his waist.
The short knife was only as long as the forearm, and judging from the material, it was only a C-grade special alloy. It was not a precious weapon, but Wu Zhengcheng felt it weighed a thousand pounds in his hand.
Wu Zhengcheng poured the power of his blood into the blade, found the gap in Holyfield Lawrence's attack, and instantly launched a fatal attack.
"Thunder Style 2: Cloud Splitting!"
The short knife was like a sword that shocked the sky. After leaving his hand, it turned into a one-meter blood-red blade light, and there was a faint flash of thunder in the blade light.
The blade light was extremely fast, and it increased by one foot with every advance. When the blade light approached Holyfield Lawrence, the blade light had increased to four meters.
The blade light was extremely powerful, as if it contained a thousand pounds of power, which could split gold and stone and destroy the world.
Holyfield Lawrence did not dare to be careless. He inserted the giant sword into the ring, put his hands on the hilt and shouted: "Armor of Darkness!"
With his hands as the center of the circle, a layer of dark black armor instantly wrapped around the giant sword, increasing its defense to the extreme.
The blood-red lightning blade, with the momentum of splitting the clouds and slashing the moon, slammed heavily on the giant sword of the door panel.
Boom boom...
The shock wave turned into ripples, and the dark armor shattered, and the giant sword was cut in two, and Holyfield Lawrence was thrown backwards.
That blow was too strong. It not only shattered the defensive combat skills, but also cut the special alloy giant sword.
If this blow hit a person directly, even if it was cast in copper or iron, it would be cut in two.
Everyone was silent, and everyone in the Holyfield family showed horror.
But it was because of the combat skills and the giant sword that the power of this blow was consumed by half.
Although Holyfield Lawrence was injured, it was not fatal, but Wu Zhengcheng was already at the end of his strength.
This move was too reluctant for him now, and it was almost a blow with all his strength.
If he couldn't win, his life would be in danger...