Hyper-fusion, I have infinite forms

Chapter 35: Killing Intent Like a Mountain of Corpses and a Sea of ​​Blood

Luo Xuan has already prepared the battle equipment for Zhou Yan.

Although Zhou Yan didn't know how much these protective gear and weapons cost, based on the knowledge he learned on Earth, those who practiced martial arts were all rich people.

Any set of fencing jackets and other protective gear, plus a specially made damage-reducing metal sword, is definitely not cheap.

not to mention.
Zhou Yan looked at the protective gear with a white background and red patterns in the cabinet in front of him and could feel that its material and workmanship were quite good.

I'm afraid the price is even more expensive than the military equipment on Earth.

Sometimes Zhou Yan didn’t understand why these two sisters seemed to be so extra nice to him.

Is it because he is a person with disabled right eye and left hand that he has compassion?
But there are so many disabled people in the world, why do we only help him?
Moreover, Zhou Yan could feel that the two sisters not only felt pity for him, but were obviously too nice to him.

There must be something hidden that he doesn't know.
He shook his head, stopped thinking about it, and put on his protective gear silently.

Because my left hand is disabled, it took a little longer.

When he walked out of the locker room, he could see that Luo Zhiming was getting a little impatient.

Zhou Yan didn't explain much, he just walked over with the simulated sword in his hand.

The so-called "simulation sword" refers to a training weapon that is forged from metal like a real sword, with a similar weight and center of gravity, but is not sharpened, the tip of the sword is smoothed, and the blade has been specially softened.

The purpose of this sword is to allow people to restore the feel of real weapons as much as possible while ensuring that it does not cause excessive damage in daily competitions.

Zhou Yan stood quietly opposite Luo Zhiming, holding the weapon that felt almost like a real sword, with a puzzled look on his face.

He felt as if a real and illusory smell of blood was rushing into his nostrils.

However, because of the full-coverage mask on his face, the silent Zhou Yan did not attract the attention of others.

Luo Xuan explained the rules of the simulated combat to Zhou Yan and Luo Zhiming. They adopted a point-hitting system, which means that different scores would be awarded for hitting the head, torso, and limbs.

Following their movement, the other boys and girls who were practicing stopped what they were doing and gathered around them laughing.

After all, the only people who can reach the fighting level are Yan Yong and Luo Zhiming. They fight each other every day, and everyone is tired of watching them.

There are newcomers today, so everyone is naturally very interested.

Seeing that everyone was so interested, Luo Xuan just glanced at them and didn't say anything to stop them.

After she finished explaining the rules, she looked at Luo Zhiming and said, "This is Zhou Yan's first fight, so be careful."

"Okay, Master Luo, I know what I'm doing." Luo Zhiming made a gesture, put down the mask, and smiled easily.

Although he agreed with his mouth, Luo Zhiming narrowed his eyes slightly under the mask and couldn't help licking his lips.

I'm always being outshined by Yan Yong and I haven't won for a long time.

This guy named Zhou Yan seemed to be very cared for by Luo Xuan.

So what if he is good-looking? He is just a one-eyed guy with his left hand missing, but he is so popular with women.

It's really frustrating~
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Soon, the brisk Luo Zhiming and the silent Zhou Yan arrived at the center of the martial arts hall.

Luo Xuan stood aside with a long stick in his hand and acted as a temporary referee.

She said calmly, "Zhou Yan, this battle is to familiarize you with the rhythm of actual combat. Even if your logic blocks have been trained to the same level as them, there is still a huge difference between real combat and practicing alone. You may panic at first, but that is normal. Just feel it well."

Zhou Yan nodded and silently clenched the simulated sword in his hand.

He glanced down and seemed to see the familiar alien sword, the extremely sharp Ye Lian Huo Sword with a black lotus sword guard.

With that sword, he killed more than six thousand demons - demons that looked like humans.

On the opposite side, Luo Zhiming raised his sword and stood in an owl-like position: "Zhou Yan, I will try my best to use less force, but my hands are always heavy, so if you feel you can't bear it, just tell me."

Luo Xuan next to him frowned: "Luo Zhiming, why didn't I know that you have a problem with heavy hands?"

Luo Zhiming chuckled: "Coach Luo, I usually fight with that guy Yan Yong. He is stronger than me, so of course I can't show my strengths." Luo Xuan glanced at him indifferently and said nothing more.

On the other side, Yan Yong withdrew his gaze and spat with disdain.

No one knows better than him what kind of person Luo Zhiming is, a guy who bullies the weak and fears the strong.

"However, if I can use this thing to teach Zhou Yan a lesson, it would be nice."

He sneered and stopped watching the farce between the two. Instead, he seriously practiced the air slash on the Riyu cube in front of him.

He is determined to obtain the Nanming secret sword, and then the long-desired breathing method!

Return to the field.

Facing Luo Zhiming's vaguely threatening words and Luo Xuan's questioning of Luo Zhiming, Zhou Yan just silently raised the sword in his right hand and also assumed an owl-like posture.

No one paid much attention to his silence.

The perceptive Luo Xuan noticed something.

The girl looked at Zhou Yan suspiciously, thought about it, and gave up the idea of ​​stopping the fight between the two.

She also wanted to see whether Zhou Yan, this "genius", was equally talented in actual combat.

After all, when she was a child, she had heard a lot of stories from her father, saying that some geniuses were extremely talented when practicing routines, but once they entered actual combat, their mentality became unbalanced and they became weaklings.

If you don't have practical combat skills, no matter how well you practice, it will be useless.

Luo Xuan stepped aside, paused lightly with his stick, and shouted softly: "Begin!"

"Shh!"

As soon as Luo Xuan finished speaking, Luo Zhiming shot out.

He held the wooden sword horizontally to the side of his face and rushed forward with a kick of the ground, as fast and fierce as a falcon swooping down.

The metal sword pointed directly at Zhou Yan's heart.

It is one of the three killer moves of the Nanming Sword's "Falcon Attack" - the Red Thrust!
Opposite him, Zhou Yan was still standing there like an owl, motionless like a wooden stake.

A common problem for many novices who have just started fighting is that they cannot react in actual combat. For those who have never fought in actual combat, it is already very good if they can keep their eyes open and look directly at the opponent during a fight, not to mention the sudden attack from a veteran like Luo Zhiming.

'Let me give you a good start!'

A smug smile appeared on Luo Zhiming's face under the mask.

The next moment, his pupils trembled.

Zhou Yan, who was about to be hit, suddenly burst out with an extremely terrifying aura.

His feet were firmly planted like an owl, and when the tip of Luo Zhiming's sword was about to pierce his breastplate, his upper body suddenly turned to the side, perfectly avoiding the thrust.

The next second, Luo Zhiming, who was passing by, felt his foot tripped heavily, and he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

He was about to roll over and get up, but Zhou Yan immediately stepped on his chest again.

He looked up in horror, only to see Zhou Yan silently holding the sword high in his right hand and looking at him with his head down.

Although he couldn't see the look in his eyes through the mask, the intense murderous aura made Luo Zhiming feel as if he was staring into the eyes of an evil ghost.

He felt like he was trapped in a sea of ​​blood, while Zhou Yan was standing on a mountain of corpses, as if he was about to chop them down.

The mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood!
"what!!!"

Luo Zhiming screamed.

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Chapter 2 will be posted soon, it looks more coherent
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