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Chapter 142 Marksmanship?Know some basics. (Two updates, [-] words, please subscribe, please collect, please ask for a monthly pass)

Zhang Anxia mentioned the strong man and threw it on the stretcher of the medical team beside him.

The remaining eight people fell into a short silence. They didn't expect that the guy who looked the thinnest was the hardest stubble.

Everyone looked at each other and didn't move forward.

Finally, a young woman with a white veil came onto the ring, and she bowed to He Ao, "Hello, reconciliator"

This is her code name.

"mercenary."

He Ao also cupped his hands.

At this moment, the woman looked up at He Ao.

Under these gazes, He Ao felt that his heart gradually calmed down, and his desire to fight gradually decreased.

Then he calmly and politely lifted the woman up and threw her out of the ring.

He Ao has never had any desire to fight, he is just a good person who abides by the law and acts according to the established goals.

The woman didn't realize what went wrong until she fell to the ground and her buttocks were in close contact with the ground.

But with the beginning of one person, one after another began to challenge He Ao in the ring.

"Did you see what that guy was up to?"

The woman wearing a white mask and fisherman's hat lightly touched the young man in the exercise uniform next to her. She and the young man in the exercise uniform seemed to be familiar friends.

"Did you see the unsealed vegetable bag on his head?"

The young man in the practice uniform leaned over slightly, his eyes stayed on the ring, at the moment He Ao was fighting the man in the armor.

"Huh? What's the matter? It's just an ordinary Kaifeng vegetable bag."

The woman in the white mask said doubtfully.

At this time, He Ao was just taking the man in armor down to the ground with ease, lifted him up and threw him under the ring.

"Look carefully, he is actually walking very fast. At such a fast speed, the wind force brought by the oncoming airflow is not small, and does the paper bag on his head fluctuate?"

The youth in the sportswear asked in a deep voice.

"It seems..." The woman in the white mask carefully watched He Ao's movements. The paper bag on He Ao's head fluctuated slightly with He Ao's movements, but it was not affected at all like a tight helmet. The trace of the air blowing, "There is really no..."

She looked at the young man in the sportswear suspiciously, "Is this so difficult?"

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The young man in sportswear was silent for a moment, and said slowly, "It's difficult, it requires the ultimate grasp of strength, so that the wind that blows is just released by the force of the body in the bag, so that the paper bag is always in a state of balance of force , this force must be extremely precise, once the direction of the force deviates, the fragile paper bag will be torn directly."

"Oh," the woman in the white mask nodded half-understanding, and then she asked, "Then can you do it?"

"I..." The young man in sportswear paused, his eyes closely following He Ao's movements, "No."

The woman in the white mask knew that her friend had always been strong, and being recognized by him showed that she was really good in the ring.

"I want to see how powerful he is."

She passed the youth in the sportswear, walked to the front of the ring, jumped onto the ring lightly.

"Wind Spirit."

She gently cupped her hands towards He Ao.

"mercenary."

He Ao also bowed his hand in return.

Then when He Ao cupped his hands, the opposite Feng Ling quickly raised his hand, and a gust of wind slanted upwards hit He Ao's face, blowing the paper bag covering his head.

The paper bag was lifted up slightly, and quickly calmed down again. Although the sides were blown against He Ao's cheeks by the wind, they didn't move up even a little.

Feng Ling's face turned red, she clenched her teeth, and tried her best to maintain the gust of wind.

Howard looked at her with interest.

There is information about Feng Ling in Liu Nan's information, although it is rare, it shows that Feng Ling's talent is "Apprentice Juggling".

The last juggling apprentice He Ao saw was a "magician" who had gone mad and was crucified by him in the unfinished building of the kindergarten.

Magicians can conjure white doves, while wind spirits can summon flowing winds, and the abilities of trick apprentices are not the same?

But it looks like they are all spells?

Is this a mage-like talent?

So what is the subsequent promotion talent of this talent?magician?Mage?Great Magister?
While He Ao was thinking, the wind against his cheeks gradually died down.

Feng Ling bent down, put her hands on her knees, panted heavily, "You are awesome, I admit defeat."

Then she jumped straight off the ring.

When the next challenger came on stage, Feng Ling had already returned to the side of the young man in sportswear, found a chair and sat down, picked up his water glass, panted and said, "He's really awesome."

"Ah."

The young man in sportswear still closely watched He Ao's movements.

"You look so seriously, why don't you go up and try?"

Feng Ling asked with some doubts.

The young man in the sportswear moved his fingers forward and leaned forward. He seemed to be really moved by this proposal at a certain moment. Finally, he withdrew his hand and said softly, "I'll take a look."

Just like that, time passed quickly, and soon, the time limit of 10 minutes was about to be reached, and He Ao was still standing quietly on the stage.

Except when he threw someone out of the ring, no one could even move his foot.

The nine people sitting here are obviously not all specially-appointed researchers. After all, going to the ruins is to face death, and many people can’t make up their minds. There can only be a small number of people who come here, and they should be relatively strong among the specially-appointed researchers. exist.

But even these relatively strong people have very low proficiency in their own talents. Let alone their own strengths are all E-level or even F-level. The magician widened the gap, not to mention those in the dungeon world who were trained in the talent sequence from life and death.

He Ao can deal with these people with one hand. For him who is used to the battle between life and death, this battle is so boring at this moment, he is a little sleepy.

He began to regret why he didn't let these people go together in the first place, so that he would be able to convince him all at once, which would save a little time and put a little more pressure on himself.

His fighting skills are all practiced between life and death. It is indeed a bit boring to let him play this kind of friendly match with others.

In the last minute, He Ao threw the man with the pig's head mask off the ring.

Just when he thought that no one came up to fight, the young man in sportswear who had been watching his movements from the audience jumped up.

He cupped his hands at He Ao, "Fighter."

He trembled all over, and bursts of crackling sounds poured out of his body.

interesting.

He Ao stared at the 'Fighter' in front of him.

The other party gave him the feeling that he had really practiced martial arts. Although his physical fitness was built up by his talent, his movements had the unique temperament of years of martial arts training.

"Please!"

He Ao raised his hand slightly, signaling him to make the first move.

But he didn't move, but stared at the paper bag on He Ao's head.

Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead drop by drop, the time around seemed to have stopped, the fighter kept staring at He Ao, this short 1 minute seemed as long as a century.

The two stalemate for a short time.

Jingle Bell--

The sudden ringing of the bell interrupted the action of the two of them. It was 10 minutes.

The fighter fell powerlessly on the ring, sobbing in pain,

"I can't do it, I can't understand it, why? Why?"

He Ao's eyes stayed on the young man in sportswear.

The information given by Liu Nan gave this young man a very high evaluation, thinking that this person is the strongest among all the specially-appointed researchers in Xidu.

['Fighter', talent: 'Fighter', grade E, has practiced martial arts since childhood, has a strong talent in martial arts, and can fight F-grade extraordinary people before awakening the talent. ]
At this moment, He Ao can actually understand the emotions of the 'Fighter'.

It was the same desperation that Rijit felt when he realized that there was no possibility of advancing his martial arts path.

It was the desperation of a person who is confident that he is talented in martial arts when faced with an incomprehensible threshold that cannot be broken through.

The others competed with He Ao, but they could only recognize He Aoqiang.

And the fighter saw where He Aoqiang was.

He realized that He Ao was walking on a road far ahead of him, but at the same time, he realized that he had no way to break through. His knowledge and experience could not understand how to get out of this road. of.

This is the reason for his despair.

He could have been a comatose person, but he saw the reality of the world in a glimpse, but he couldn't enter that real world anyway.

He Ao withdrew his gaze and was about to step off the ring.

At this time, the 'Fighter' in sportswear suddenly stopped his way and knelt in front of him, "Can you tell me how you did it? How can you do it... don't let that The paper bag fell from the head."

The audience was startled by the martial artist's sudden crying operation, and seeing the martial artist kneeling in front of He Ao, asking why the paper bag didn't fall down, some people couldn't help laughing.

"Why doesn't it fall off? Naturally, it won't fall off from the hood."

Some slight discussions came from under the ring.

Beside the discussion, some other people frowned slightly. They had fought He Ao before, and they only thought that He Ao had the same fixed mask on his head, so they didn't care.

At this moment, the fighter's words reminded them, what if He Ao's head is not just a mask, but really just a paper bag of Kaifeng vegetables casually put on his head?
How did he manage to keep such a paper bag on his head from falling off during strenuous exercise, without even showing any signs of loosening?Especially when there is a 'mage' who controls the 'wind' and blows it hard.

These people began to feel chills down their spines, and only now did they realize what kind of monster they had just faced
"Easy," He Ao took out a roll of transparent tape from his pocket, "Just stick it on."

puff--

Feng Ling, who was drinking water, spat out a mouthful of water.

"Glue... tape?"

The fighter stared blankly at the transparent tape in He Ao's hand, as if he had fallen into a state of stillness.

There were also various embarrassing sounds of drinking water from the audience, as if they were trying to cover up the inexplicable brain supplements in their minds just now.

He Ao walked around the young man kneeling in front of him and stepped off the ring.

Feng Ling hurriedly jumped onto the ring to support his friend, "Look at you, you are fighting against the air, you have to make up so many complicated plots with your brain, I will tell you to believe it. Science, don’t read those strange martial arts novels.”

The fighter was a little lost and was supported by his friend. He stared blankly at He Ao walking towards Zhang Anxia's back, "Is it just tape..."

He was a little lost, and vaguely felt that something was wrong.

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"You boy..."

Zhang Anxia patted He Ao on the shoulder.

He knew He Aoqiang, but he didn't expect He Aoqiang to be so strong.

In this first round, He Ao stood from the very beginning to the end, and the other players who took the longest time did not exceed 10 minutes, and the scores were stretched at this moment.

"The next round of shooting, how is your marksmanship?"

He Ao scored such a high score in the first round, which made Zhang Anxia feel a little worried, but he had read He Ao's resume, and He Ao didn't seem to have much contact with firearms in his life, which made him feel a little worried. Worried about the results of the second round.

However, most of the specially-appointed researchers have never been exposed to firearms, so this competition is just short and tall. Zhang Anxia feels that He Ao is not too bad. With the bonus points in the first round, it should not be a big problem in the end.

"Sniper skills?" He Ao looked at the time and thought for a while, "Know some basics."

"It's okay, just do your best."

Zhang Anxia patted He Ao on the shoulder.

The Kaifeng vegetable paper bag on He Ao's head shook slightly.

Zhang Anxia looked at the Kaifeng vegetable paper bag on He Ao's head. In fact, he discovered the problem with this paper bag earlier than the fighters. He asked softly, "Your boy, is this paper bag really glued on?"

He Ao glanced at him and smiled, "Old Zhang, didn't you watch me put it on?"

Looking at He Ao's eyes, Zhang Anxia also smiled, and did not continue to ask this question.

He only saw He Ao put the bag on his head casually, and then dug two holes, there was never any fixing process.

Not to mention the complicated operation of sticking it with tape.

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