Gao Wu: Invincibility Starts From Liver Experience

On the seventh day of the Freshman Competition, the top 50 in Group A advanced to 25.

Meng Qi looked at the opponent in front of him with a half-smile.

The corners of Dong Fei's eyes twitched slightly.

"Damn, if you can be ranked among the fifty people, I must be in bad luck today."

"No, it's fate that brought you to me."

The smile on Meng Qi's face was even wider, just in time to take advantage of this day to clean up this old cunt.

"Even if there is a fate, it is a bad fate."

Dong Fei gritted his teeth, looked at the referee and said, "I admit defeat."

"Don't, it's hard to say who will win. Don't admit defeat." Meng Qi tried his best to persuade him to stay.

"Hehe, don't think I don't know what you're thinking."

Dong Fei sneered: "Want to deal with me? It is impossible to give you this chance in this life."

"Do you misunderstand me too much? I have always advocated friendship and mutual love among classmates." Meng Qi blinked, making his expression look more sincere.

"If Yang Kai didn't lose a front tooth, I would really believe it."

After speaking, Dong Fei raised a middle finger, turned around and jumped off the dueling ring.

Meng Qi's face is as black as the bottom of a pot, a dog, I will find a chance to clean you up sooner or later.

The competition failed, Meng Qi was not in a hurry to go back to practice, and planned to use this time to see if there were any other opponents who needed attention.

Find Li Hang in the auditorium, go to sit next to him.

Li Hang was a little frustrated. After three months of hard work, he still didn't make it into the top 100 freshmen.

However, he has always been cynical and will not use his negative emotions to affect his friends around him.

Seeing Meng Qi coming, Li Hang showed a mean smile on his face:

"Hey! Why didn't you go back to practice today, did you stay here on purpose to watch Su Meng fight?"

"Do you think I'm such a superficial person?"

Meng Qi pushed Li Hang's shoulder: "Tell me, besides Liu Wushuang and Su Meng, among the freshmen, are there any particularly powerful characters?"

He has been going back to practice immediately after the competition for a while, and has no time to analyze other opponents.

"There really is one."

Li Hang said: "Yang Cang, the second-ranked freshman, knocked out Li Tie, who broke through to the fourth-rank martial artist, out of the duel field with one punch the day before yesterday."

"Punch?"

Meng Qi's expression was slightly serious. It was said that Li Tie killed a fourth-rank warrior when he was at the peak of the third rank. After Li Tie broke through the fourth rank, he must have the combat power of a fourth-rank peak warrior.

Being able to knock Li Tie off the arena with one punch, that Yang Cang at least has the combat power of a peak fifth-rank warrior.

"Look, that's Yang Cang."

Li Hang pointed to a young man in black.

This young man in black has short hair, thick eyebrows and big eyes, handsome appearance, with a piece of dog's tail grass picked from no one knows where in his mouth, with an expression that will never lift his spirits, he slowly walks up to the duel ring.

And his opponent is Sun Heng.

After Sun Heng concentrated his sword power, he had few opponents among fourth-rank warriors, and even if he met fifth-rank warriors, he would have the strength to fight.

"Yang Cang, I hope you can take this battle seriously."

Seeing Yang Cang's lazy expression, Sun Heng was furious.

"okay."

Yang Cang rubbed his sleepy eyes, tried his best to straighten his back, and put on a very serious expression.

But everyone can see the perfunctory in his actions.

"Yang Cang, since you don't want to be serious, then I will force you to be serious."

Nu Tao's saber came out of its sheath, hummed, and was held in Sun Heng's hand.

With a long knife in his hand, Sun Heng erupted with a sharp aura and pointed at Yang Cang.

"The saber gesture, Sun Heng actually comprehended the saber gesture."

"Only one out of a thousand sword wielders can comprehend the power of the sword. In our freshman year, it seems that Sun Heng is the only one who has comprehended the power of the sword."

"Let's not say we are freshmen, even our sophomores, juniors, seniors, and none of us have comprehended the sword."

"Sun Heng has become a knife repairman, so he should be qualified to fight Liu Wushuang."

"Liu Wushuang is a swordsman, and Sun Heng is a swordsman. If they fight, it will be very exciting."

In the eyes of everyone, Sun Heng kept pressing Yang Cang with his sword.

But Yang Cang always had that expression.

Seeing this, Sun Heng's momentum changed again, as if condensed into a long knife, suspended above his head.

The long knife carried a mighty momentum and fell slowly.

Yang Cang was not paying attention at first, but when the long knife fell, the dogtail grass in his mouth suddenly broke into two sections, one of which fell to the ground.

Yang Cang frowned slightly, as if a little dissatisfied, the breath on his body suddenly revealed a trace, shaking the long knife in the sky, as if it was just an illusion.

Sensing the aura of Yang Cang, Sun Heng's eyes were tinged with astonishment, and sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Impossible, you are also..."

Pulled by the breath, Sun Heng shouted loudly, and the spiritual energy flowed towards the long knife along his arm, and the light on the blade shone brightly, sending out a shocking wave.

He raised the saber and came to Yang Cang, and he slashed from top to bottom, perfectly natural.

This knife has surpassed his previous peak.

"Break the sea."

From a long distance away, the freshmen in the auditorium felt as if they were going to be split in two by the sharp breath of the long knife.

Meng Qi watched quietly, not knowing how Yang Cang would treat him.

On the dueling arena.

Yang Cang moved, his laziness disappeared in an instant, replaced by a speechless domineering, like a sting hidden in the clouds, inadvertently revealing sharpness.

Yang Cang threw out a punch, extremely domineering.

Sun Heng's long knife slashed at Yang Cang's fist, but was thrown out by the force of the rebound, turned a few times in the air, and stuck on the stone slab.

When a knife repairer can't even hold a knife, he has already lost.

Sun Heng lost, completely.

Sun Heng walked down the duel arena in a daze, not even looking at the long knife stuck on the stone slab.

After this battle, his pride was completely broken.

Meng Qi's eyes were stained with solemnity. Yang Cang's punch just now blocked Yang Cang's long knife without using spiritual energy.

Moreover, Meng Qi also saw that Sun Heng's hands were trembling all the time, and he was able to get rid of the weapon of a knife repairer, Yang Cang's strength should not be underestimated.

To sum up, Yang Cang's physical strength is probably not weaker than his own.

Is he a pure body-training martial artist, or is this just part of his strength?

For the first time, Meng Qi felt threatened from a freshman other than Liu Wushuang.

"Your knife."

Yang Cang regained his laziness. He drew out the long knife on the slate, flicked it lightly, and stuck it beside Sun Heng.

Sun Heng stared at the long knife, turned around suddenly, looked at Yang Cang and said:

"I will challenge you in the future."

Yang Cang shrugged: "I didn't hit you, you are too weak. Among the freshmen, only Liu Wushuang is worthy of being my opponent."

"maybe."

Sun Heng left an inexplicable sentence, put away his long knife, and left here lonely.