Hunter: I'm really not a mind remover

Chapter 211 Really Good (45)

Not to mention the eyesight that could see the shadow of the whip clearly, the fact that he grabbed the whip with his bare hands but was not injured was enough to explain a lot of problems.

At this moment, Neil had a clear understanding of Moyou's strength.

But Moyou's act of letting go of the whip and the sentence "you are qualified" made Neil confused.

Surprised, Neil drew back his whip, opened the distance, and then stared at Moyou.

"What do you mean by that?"

"literal meaning."

Moyou casually glanced at the unscathed palm, and immediately walked forward.

Judging from Neil's initial offensive, it is normal to make a judgment that the opponent is a strengthening system.

But Moyou felt a little bit of disobedience from Neil's mindfulness skills and the slightly strange way of exerting force.

The form of thought force wrapped around the whip...

It is not the strengthening effect given by the strengthening system, nor is it the "Zhou" that simply wraps the mind power around the whip, but the mind power that is separated from the body is attached to the whip.

That's why there was a long and thin gap between Neil's body and the whip.

Moyou observed the information in a short period of time, and made a judgment that Neil was from the release department.

In order to verify whether this judgment was correct, he reached out and grabbed the whip directly.

And this unharmed result showed that his judgment was correct.

Although there are more secure verification methods, Moyou doesn't mind bearing the consequences of misjudgment.

This is practice.

In order to better improve his ability to judge in battle, Moyou felt that it would be more effective to take the initiative to bear the pressure.

Even if his right hand suffers an injury such as a fracture due to a misjudgment, he will accept it calmly.

"Come again."

When he came to the middle of the ring, Moyou looked at Neil expectantly.

That looks like saying: Come on, come and whip me.

"..."

Neil's cheeks twitched slightly.

I thought I could win this victory steadily.

But the boy in front of him is not a soft persimmon at all!

This special is a wolf in sheep's clothing!
Am I going to lose...?
The worst prediction came to mind, but it was cut off by Neil in the next second.

"Stop looking down on people!!!"

Neil's eyes were wide open, and the right hand holding the whip was raised above his head, and then it turned rapidly like a propeller.

Whoosh-!
The vigor stirred by the waving of the whip gathered around Neil into a vortex visible to the naked eye.

Kaka-!
The wisps of thought power overflowing from the edge of the vortex fell on the stone slab, breaking it into cracks.

"vortex"

This is Neil's trump card.

Moyou calmly glanced at the stone slab of the ring that was shattered by the overflowing thoughts.

Fragmented strands of thought power can have such power, and only the release system can do it.

This guy is obviously a person who released the ability to link thoughts, but he chose the weapon of the whip.

This caused the qi that should have been released from the body to exert its power, but because it had to attach to the whip, its proper strength was weakened.

If you have to use a whip, in fact, a more suitable way to use it is to regard the whip as an existence similar to the barrel of a gun, and then directly throw out the thought power out of the body by waving the whip.

Cornel chose the worst way to use it.

Undoubtedly, this is another "Huashi Doulang" who doesn't know enough about the mind system.

"In short, let's feed it first."

Moyou watched the battle that Neil created, and instead of retreating, he faced the whirling vortex.

Seeing Moyou's utterly irrational response, Neil no longer had the ridiculous idea that Moyou was looking for death.

However, he believes that Moyou's entrusting the big move is very likely to be the key to his victory.

"To hit!"

"Just one hit!"

Neil stepped forward, and the vortex driven by it rushed straight to Moyou.

The lingering strong wind rolled up a pile of rubble, like a planetary ring surrounding it, and flew into the air the next moment.

Such an offensive is quite a battle.

Moyou stared intently at the approaching vortex, still sticking out his right hand like lightning.

Snapped!
A soft sound.

Moyou's right hand held the whip tail precisely again.

Immediately afterwards, the suppressing force amplified by the power of thought abruptly scattered the astonishing vortex.

"you……!!!"

The trick he was so proud of was so easily defeated, Neil's complexion changed suddenly, and an incredible light appeared in the depths of his eyes.

Suddenly, the idea of ​​using brute force to pull Moyou directly flashed through his mind.

But before he could decide whether to take action, Moyou let go of his whip again.

"Are there any other moves?"

After letting go of the whip, Moyou looked at Neil, who had a slightly dull gaze, and asked curiously.

Grasping the whip in high-speed motion with bare hands can be called a good practice experience.

This made him look forward to Neil's next moves.

"..."

Seeing Moyou's ease, as if he was playing, Nilton was suddenly angry.

I don't believe it anymore!

Neil vented his strength like crazy, and waved his whip to greet Moyou.

Above the arena, bursts of air explosions resounded immediately.

But the next moment.

The whip that was flung out was caught by Moyou with precision.

Neil began to doubt life.

Not only him, but the vast majority of the audience in the auditorium began to doubt life.

They had never seen such a scene, and they just felt that Neil, who always liked to show violence, seemed to be living up to their expectations.

"Master is amazing!"

Men Qi's eyes lit up.

She thought that Neil was of the enhancement system, so she thought that Moyu used his superb Nian skills to perfectly offset the attack power from the whip.

Such excellent control made her yearn for it.

The battle in the ring is still going on.

But the atmosphere in the venue began to become strange.

The referee was like a decoration, he could only watch in numbness as Neil kept swinging his whip and Moyou kept catching it...

On the commentary stage.

The narrator with ten years of experience in the industry can't do it either.

Who can tell her how to interpret this battle? !
This weird game...

It panicked the audience who bet on Neil's victory, made the referee numb like a sculpture, and even made the commentator at a loss as to how to cut in.

On the other hand, Neil on the ring was about to collapse.

The special code just wants to pry Tokachi by stealing chickens...

Why let him suffer this kind of mental torture.

Neil has realized that Moyou's strength is not an opponent he can contend with.

But if he just gave up struggling like this, he would directly lose his qualification to stay on the [-]th floor.

That tug-of-war thought was what forced Neil to persist tenaciously.

"really not bad."

Neil's persistence brought Moyou a good practice experience.

If only I could come here once a day.

Moyu thought so.

finally--

Neil couldn't bear the humiliation and chose to admit defeat.

this moment.

There was an unprecedented quiet phenomenon in the venue.

Countless eyes focused on the young man in this way.

How can this be a newcomer!

This is the wolf!

(End of this chapter)