I have nightmares to get stronger

Chapter 26 The Master of Martial Arts

A skeleton stood up alive like this. While Han Dong was terrified, he also had inexplicable doubts. Was he dreaming, or had he traveled to another world?
The skeleton in front of him was wearing a black robe, which looked very similar to the one Han Dong took out of the closet.

"Could it be its clothes that I took?" Han Dong secretly speculated in his heart.

Seeing Han Dong, the skeleton picked up a one-foot-long wooden stick on the desk and swung it forward violently. A palm-sized flame appeared on its chest out of thin air. After appearing, it began to rotate continuously, and made a low "whoosh" sound.

With the rotation, the palm-sized flame quickly turned into a fireball the size of a human head, roaring towards Han Dong.

"Skeleton Mage?" The name flashed in Han Dong's mind, facing the flying fireball, Han Dong hurriedly dodged aside.

The speed of the fireball was not fast. It brushed Han Dong's shoulder and flew backwards. It hit the floor with a "boom", and the force of the explosion hit Han Dong's back fiercely, like a knife The hammer hit it.

"This power is as powerful as an RPG rocket, right?" Han Dong glanced at the big hole created by the fireball, and was startled. He looked at the skeleton mage with a dignified expression.

"I'm equivalent to a melee class now, and the other party is a long-distance class from the legal system. The distance between the two must be shortened to have a chance of winning." Han Dong thought to himself.

With a sudden step, Han Dong rushed towards the skeleton mage, waved the spiritual weapon in his hand, and smashed it on the skull mage's head with all his strength.

Han Dong found that when the skeleton mage cast the fireball technique just now, it took at least three seconds to cast the spell from the beginning to the final formation of the fireball. If he entangled it in close combat and did not give it time to release the spell, then he would win The chances are still great.

Bang!
With a loud bang, the "Meteor Hammer" was swung away with great force, and Han Dong's right hand was involuntarily raised back and upwards. If it wasn't for the spiritual power thread that was connected to his palm, his spiritual power weapon might Those who will be beaten will fly out directly.

"Hiss, is this guy so fierce in melee combat?" Han Dong could see clearly that the skeleton mage just now swung the wooden stick in his hand with one hand and smashed it at his spiritual weapon. The weapon was swung away, but the wooden stick in the opponent's hand didn't even tremble.

At this time, Han Dong's chest was wide open, and the skeleton mage waved his stick in his hand and stabbed forward. There was an explosion in the air. It was stabbed hard in the chest, and a sharp pain came to his heart. Han Dong staggered back a few steps, looking at the skeleton mage in front of him in surprise.

"Who says you can't fight melee if you are a long-distance profession? Empiricism kills people!" Han Dong held his chest and took a few steps back to stabilize his body. His chest felt distressed, and he couldn't help spurting blood: "The sternum seems to be broken. Got two..."

Han Dong took a deep breath, and suddenly felt a needle-like pain in his chest. At this moment, he suddenly thought of something, his face changed drastically, and he raised his head to look at the skeleton mage.

At this time, the Skeleton Mage was waving the wooden stick in his hand. A formed fireball paused slightly in front of its chest, and flew towards him whistling.

"Damn it, is the connection so smooth?"

This was Han Dong's last thought before he died. With a serious chest injury, he would feel severe pain if he moved a little, and he couldn't avoid the fireball.

After a burst of scorching pain, Han Dong's eyes went dark, and he immediately lost consciousness.

I don't know how long it took, Han Dong slowly opened his eyes in a haze, he was still lying on his back on the bed at home, it was dark outside the window, it was already late at night.

"died again..."

Han Dong touched his chest, there was still a bit of pain like a cracked bone, and his whole body seemed to be on fire. The part hit by the fireball felt a tingling sensation on his skin.

His head was buzzing, as if it had been split open by a sharp axe, and his temples throbbed violently.

Han Dong struggled to sit up from the bed, wrapped his body tightly with the quilt, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to enter a state of meditation.

Every time Han Dong dies in the nightmare world, Han Dong's mental power will be severely damaged. He must wait for a few days to recover naturally, or use meditation, and currently, meditation is the only way for Han Dong to quickly recover the traumatized mental power. .

A few hours later, the sky outside the window began to turn white, the sound of bicycle bells could be faintly heard on the road, and the sound of deep-fried dough sticks could be heard from the breakfast stalls on both sides of the alley.

Han Dong let out a breath slowly, recovered from the state of meditation, his eyes showed a gleam of light, his mental strength had fully recovered, and the pain left on his body before had disappeared, but Han Dong's heart was still heavy.

"I was stabbed to death by a mage's staff..." Han Dong thought speechlessly, "Maybe it's not a mage at all, but a swordsman, a swordsman who can fireball!"

Whether it is a swordsman who can fireball or a mage who can use swordsmanship, the monster on the second floor of the trial tower is obviously much stronger than Han Dong. Han Dong, who can only wave the spiritual weapon in his hand, is not its opponent at all. It seems like a strong adult and a master of fighting.

"That guy is too powerful. I can't kill him at all. I have to find a way." Han Dong sat on the bed and thought hard.

After thinking for more than half an hour, Han Dong didn't come up with any good solution, so he sighed, got out of bed, changed clothes, washed and ate, and then went to school.

You don’t need to bring a schoolbag today, because today is a mock exam for the entire grade. The entire mock exam lasts for three days. There are two exams a day, one in the morning and one in the afternoon. Strictly follow the order of the official college entrance examination, but the real college entrance examination will be held on the fourth day. It is an exam to assess physical fitness, because the content of the exam is different every year, so the usual mock exam will only test the theory, not the practical application.

Sitting in the classroom, the classmates who are usually noisy, all have a serious look at this time, and some are even reading words while flipping through the books, as if they are improvising some knowledge points.

Song Yu touched Han Dong with his elbow, and said softly, "When it's done, copy it for me."

Because it is just a mock exam, the process is not as strict as the real college entrance examination, and there is no one-person seat. If Han Dong's grades are in the middle of the class, then Song Yu's grades are completely behind the [-]th, which is the bottom One of a dozen.

"I can't guarantee it!" Han Dong said casually. In the usual exams, Song Yu mostly passed by copying Han Dong's papers, and he never dreamed of being able to enter the university.

Han Dong knew that Song Yu's father was a small leader in a factory, so he should have already arranged a job for him in the factory. After graduating from high school, he only needs to go to a junior technical school, and after a few years, he can go to work in the factory. With the care of my father, the days to come will be much easier.

"Hey, I'll just wait for your words." Song Yu lowered his voice excitedly and said, "After the exam, please go play the game console. Let me tell you, that Boxer Wushuang thief is fun. I have learned a lot of combo skills. I will teach you when the time comes..."

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(End of this chapter)