life control system

Chapter 82 York's strength

"Who knows..." Faced with this question, Gray obviously did not answer directly, but what made him feel that the problem was difficult was that the student in York in front of him might have been promoted to the top 32 because of his strength. In idle state.

Under the premise that no one challenged him, he could observe the other players more carefully, and Gray's battle to defeat Xiao En probably did not escape his attention.

This is a bad thing for him right now. The special attack method of unitary heavy water is likely to be within the alert of the opponent, and the same may be true for group water escape. This way it may not be able to achieve unexpected effects. Yes, this is very disadvantageous.

"Since you are so inarticulate, then I will not continue this meaningless conversation with you. Remember, the person who beat you this time is York from Class 7..." After saying this, York's body gradually volatilized a kind of green fluorescence, quietly watching Gray.

Seeing that the other party did not move for a long time, Gray, who was already in a tense state, suddenly sensed that something was wrong. Feeling a little vibration from the ground, he quickly jumped up, only to see two vines thicker than his waist piercing the ground. It came out and came towards him like a tentacle.

Gray, who was flying in the air, suddenly transformed into two ice blades and slashed towards the vines. He immediately cut off one of them and spattered a large amount of green viscous liquid, which stained the arena on the ground and exuded a stench.

The remaining vine suddenly rushed over, and Gray, who had been prepared for this, used his ice sword to block it, but just as it landed, the viscous liquid that was originally splashed on the ground suddenly sprouted vines.

"Is it the growth of wood-type characteristics? This guy is really not such an easy opponent to deal with." Gray couldn't help but said.

The vines seemed to have a real sense of life, and kept rushing towards it. Gray was able to block it at first, but as the number of them increased, a little viscous liquid kept splashing on his body .

The liquid carried a weak corrosiveness, which gradually made it difficult for him to deal with it. He was overwhelmed by the attack of its vines, and the fighting sounds of the rest of the surrounding rings gradually became blurred, his eyelids became heavy, and his consciousness became no longer clear. , the ice sword in his hand began to feel unsteady.

And just when Gray was about to completely lose consciousness, a strange voice suddenly came from his mind: "Mr. Host, you are under the illusion now, if you don't wake up again, you may lose this competition."

Gray, whose consciousness had already become blurred, immediately felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on him after hearing these words. When he opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him suddenly shattered like phantom fragments.

At this time, he was suspended on a wooden frame, green vines wrapped around his body, and the force of oppression left scratches on his body one after another, with faint pain, as if he had been in the illusion before. Feel the same corrosion pain.

At this moment, York was watching him quietly, with a sense of charm in his dark green vertical pupils. He seemed a little surprised that he could wake up so quickly, and said in a tone of approval: "Can you wake up in such a short time?" Waking up from my dream of planting in half a minute, you really have some skills."

After hearing this, Gray only felt a moment of fear, and then crazily used his legendary power to transform several ice blades into shape, cut off the vines directly, and fell to the ground, thus gaining freedom.

One must know that he lost consciousness for half a minute. If it was in a life-and-death struggle, he would already be dead now.

"Is it because I feel uneasy because I feel that I have been hit by my illusion for half a minute inexplicably? Or is it unwilling?" York asked him in a soft tone.

"When exactly? I've paid enough attention, when did I fall under your illusion?" After panting heavily, Gray forced himself to stand up and asked the other party.

"That was when you looked into my eyes in the morning, and the seeds of illusion had already been planted in you. I remember that your substitute teacher in class 3 is Miss Sherlock, right? That is a girl who is very good at using puppetry And the dream-planting warlock of illusion, a very good wood-type practitioner."

"I used to feel a little regretful because I was not assigned to the third class. Didn't she ask you to pay more attention to this aspect? She let me plant the seeds so carelessly."

York squinted his eyes slightly at this, and the smile on his face made Gray feel a little shivering down his back. He remembered the fear of the whole class being dominated by his illusion when he first met Mr. Charlotte. Now thinking about being the other's student, It's a bit embarrassing to be so easily controlled by someone else's illusion.

"You are really strong. If it wasn't for the fact that you couldn't kill people because of the competition, I would be dead now, and I was careless this time." Forming an ice sword out of thin air, Gray generously admitted his failure, and within half a minute , enough to do many things.

"If you feel lost because you were unconscious for half a minute during my illusion, then I don't think it is necessary. Since the competition system is so stipulated, it is also your luck, but you have to be careful next, now I will not keep my hand."

"If you don't let me fall with the determination to kill me, you don't even think about winning this game..."

Out of thin air, York took out a sword from the ring, and York swooped towards Gray with lightning speed. With a swipe of the sword in his hand, a white light flashed, and York appeared in front of Gray in an instant.

And Gray, who observed his movement trajectory in his eyes, had expected it long ago, raised his ice sword to block, and saw a bang, the blades of the utensils intertwined together, and the two were sending their own power, wrestling with each other.

"Don't be nervous, the battle has just begun." He easily maintained the state in front of him, his long hair fluttering in the wind behind him, and York's smile remained undiminished, looking relaxed and natural.

"As a practitioner of the water system, I have trained well in terms of strength, but it has not exceeded my expectations. Don't you plan to use your special method like a power cover?" Holding a Taidao, York strengthened his strength. The strength in his hand gradually pushed down the ice sword.

And Gray also knew that what he said was about covering the mace with one-yuan heavy water in the battle before, but facing this situation now, he didn't respond with any words, holding the ice sword in his hand, and trying his best to persevere.

After a stalemate with each other for a while, the mutual force of the two slid down and hit the ground, only to see a loud bang, and immediately cut two scratches on the ring.

(End of this chapter)