Global high martial arts: I can copy talent

After reading Huang Qingyun's talent information, Chen Yang immediately understood that the other party should be a great martial artist with outstanding mental strength.

I saw that the other party was about the same age as Xiao Zhan, and even had a very high cultivation talent, so he was destined to become a master in the future.

Let's look at He Wen's talent.

Human: He Wen

Cultivation Realm: Intermediate Great Martial Artist
Power: 563 tons

Cultivation talent: low-level comprehension

Special talents: strength (top), speed (top), lightning (top), slowness (advanced)
After seeing He Wen's talent, Chen Yang became very interested in slow talent.

Speed ​​and slowness are relative, if He Wen comprehends the supernatural speed force, combined with the slow talent, the opponent will not have to let it be slaughtered.

This duel was full of highlights, even Chen Yang didn't know who would win the match.

"Huang Qingyun, I know you, your spiritual talent is very powerful."

He Wen said.

"Haha, each other. I heard that you are the strongest person in the Yancheng team. If I defeat you, will I become the strongest person in Yancheng?"

Huang Qingyun laughed.

"That also depends on your ability."

He Wen looked calm.

At the beginning of the battle, Huang Qingyun used two special talents on He Wen without hesitation.

With the talent of clairvoyance, Chen Yang saw a pair of big hands suddenly appearing in the sky.

I saw a transparent fishing line wrapped around each finger, and these fishing lines fell vertically towards He Wen.

He Wen seemed to have sensed it, and the slow talent was activated instantly, and everything around him slowed down.

He Wen looked up, and the moment the transparent fishing line was about to touch him, He Wen disappeared in place.

Affected by the slow talent, Huang Qingyun's movements became very sluggish, and he could only forcibly consume Yuanli to offset the impact on the special talent.

After he fully recovered, He Wen had already come behind him.

"Ben Thunder Palm!"

There was a burst of lightning on He Wen's body, and the purple thunder-covered palm hit Huang Qingyun's back.

Poor Huang Qingyun just broke free from the slow impact, and the opponent's combat skills have already reached his back.

This palm almost vomited out the food he ate at noon, Huang Qingyun hurriedly opened the distance, and used his talent for manipulation to harass the opponent again.

He Wen was vigilant and kept avoiding it. Although the talent of slowness could affect reality, it had very little effect on Huang Qingyun's mental power.

Seeing this, Huang Qingyun quickly recovered from his injuries, and mind control also attacked He Wen.

Facing the harassment of manipulative talents, He Wen finally fell into the illusion of mind control.

Seeing He Wen staying where he was, Wang Ya and the others felt their hearts in their throats.

Spiritual talent is so strong that it cannot be resisted. Seeing that He Wen had hit his trick, Huang Qingyun smiled.

"Although your realm is higher than mine, I am still stronger than you in terms of spiritual power."

Huang Qingyun didn't talk nonsense, and kicked He Wen with explosive combat skills.

"Are you going to lose?"

Zhou Lun said unwillingly.

I thought it would be at least evenly matched, but I didn't expect that the winner would be decided so soon.

"Not yet, He Wen is pretending."

Zhou Yuan suddenly said.

Seeing that He Wen was about to be kicked by Huang Qingyun, this unsuspecting kick would definitely seriously injure He Wen.

Just when the vitality of the toes was almost enough to touch He Wen, He Wen suddenly opened his eyes, and Huang Qingyun's movements slowed down again.

"Sorry, you fell for it."

He Wen lowered his head to hide, and a person had appeared beside Huang Qingyun.

Huang Qingyun realized something was wrong, but it was too late for him to change the direction of his combat skills.

Thunder and lightning enveloped the entire arena, and Huang Qingyun lost.

"yeah!"

A burst of warm cheers erupted from the Yancheng team.

Speaking of which, Huang Qingyun was also very aggrieved by the loss, he could never imagine how the other party could get rid of his control.

"how did you do that?"

Huang Qingyun asked unwillingly.

"You don't think, in my slow talent, I can't break free from your control?"

He Wen said.

Huang Qingyun immediately understood that the slow talent slowed down the time around He Wen. He thought that the other party was still under his control, but he didn't know that the other party had already got rid of the mind control and manipulation in advance.

Of course, being able to do this also shows that the other party's mental power is very terrifying, otherwise, no matter how much time there is, he will only be immersed in the illusion and become a puppet.

"Now I can deal with you?"

He Wen looked up at Xiao Zhan and said.

"Don't you take me seriously?"

Li Xinghe, who was ranked second on the opposite side, said slowly.

Seeing Li Xinghe appearing on the stage, He Wen showed a dignified expression.

"Let's stop talking nonsense, just use your full strength."

Li Xinghe said calmly, with an indescribably relaxed expression.

"In that case, it's not too late to defeat you first."

A terrifying thunderstorm erupted from He Wen's body, and his slow talent enveloped the opponent.

"It's useless to me."

A layer of light curtain spread out on Li Xinghe's body to offset the slow field.

It was the first time he saw a light curtain that could offset the slow field, and Chen Yang also paid attention to it.

"Check talent."

Human: Li Xinghe
Power: 587 tons

Cultivation talent: low-level comprehension

Special Talents: Strength (Top) Speed ​​(Top) Atomic Destruction (Top) Weakness (Top)
"Weakened talent?"

Chen Yang secretly guessed that it should be this thing that resists the talent of slowness.

Seeing that his slow talent lost its effect, He Wen didn't care, his strongest strength besides his body was his lightning talent.

Since the opponent intends to decide the outcome with one move, He Wen naturally maximized his lightning talent.

The purple lightning was continuously compressed under He Wen's control, and finally formed a thunderball with a diameter of less than half a meter, and even the color was somewhat black.

"What a terrifying power."

Although sitting far away in the auditorium, Han Chen could still feel the violent energy raging in the thunder ball.

Li Xinghe raised his right hand high, and the vitality around him gathered towards his palm.

The red light condensed into a palm-sized ball in Li Xinghe's hand, which was much smaller than the thunder ball in He Wen's hand.

Of course, He Wen didn't feel that he was sure of victory because of the size of the opponent's moves, and the result would only be known after the fight.

"Black Field Thunder Explosion!"

He Wen shouted with difficulty, and the terrifying thunder ball smashed towards Li Xinghe's body.

Li Xinghe aimed his palm at the thunderball, and a layer of vitality protection had emerged on his body, and then, the red light beam formed by the destruction of atoms hit the thunderball.

The atomic destruction and the thunderball collided together and produced a deafening explosion. Many people covered their ears and dared not look at the arena. Even some weaker warriors fell into a state of aphonia, and a trace of blood flowed from their ears.

A circle of dazzling light spots spread out from the middle of the arena, and everyone fell into blindness for a while. When the vision slowly recovered, two black figures gradually became clear.

"Who's winning?"

Everyone looked at the arena expectantly, only to see a large pit with a diameter of tens of meters in the middle of the arena. He Wen knelt on one knee, trembling all over.

On the other side, Li Xinghe lowered his right hand.

The sharp-eyed person noticed that his body was also trembling slightly, as if he was digesting the damage caused by the huge impact just now.

But the state is much better than He Wen.