I, Who Started at Full Level, Can Rewrite My Destiny Infinitely

Jiang Yi looked at Zhao Hong who was opposite him coldly. The ferocity in the other party's eyes was not concealed at all, so he couldn't help but keep an eye on him.

I'm afraid this will not be a simple exchange of ideas.

Zhou Zhouhang chased after him, looked at the two people who were at war, and hurriedly said: "It's just a sparring practice, let's finish it!"

"Don't worry, I know!"

Zhao Hong's insincere answer made Zhou Hang lift up his heart.

Zhao Hong laughed lightly, then raised the wooden stick in his hand and attacked Jiang Yi.

The strong wind blown by the stick whined, and Jiang Yi dodged sideways. He could feel the strength of the opponent's swing just by hearing the sound of the stick swinging through the wind.

Jiang Yi doesn't have hard picks. One of the fighter's strengths is strength, and the fighter's basic skills are giant strength gain and strength gain.

One for attack and one for defense.

Jiang Yi didn't lift his hand holding the wooden stick, but focused on avoiding Zhao Hong's attack.

The muscles on the opponent's arm exploded, and the fighter's strength was several times stronger than that of ordinary people. Even if he got hit, he would only end up with broken bones.

Zhao Hong waved the stick in his hand vigorously, while mocking, "Why do you keep hiding? Don't be like a mouse? What's the point of just hiding?"

He seemed to be provoking Jiang Yi with words on purpose, but Jiang Yi was unmoved and still just dodged.

Zhao Hong's seemingly relaxed rhetoric hides a sense of irritability, Jiang Yi is much more flexible than he imagined, and they have been attacking and defending for several minutes,

Every time he swings, he uses a lot of strength. Both he and the other party are exhausted. His breathing is still unsteady, but Jiang Yi on the other side is not panting. Could it be that he intends to fight him to waste his energy? war?

Zhao Hong secretly laughed in his heart, thinking that he had seen through the opponent's plan.

He suddenly changed his offensive and directly swept his leg upwards, Jiang Yi took a step back, narrowly avoiding the kick, but immediately, the stick swung towards his side with the sound of breaking wind.

At the very moment, Jiang Yi grabbed both ends of the stick with both hands and stood up to block it. With a bang, the stick in Jiang Yi's hand broke.

"Zhao Hong!"

Zhou Zhouhang stared wide-eyed, and shouted at Zhao Hong with an ugly face.

There was a burst of booing from the training room, and Zhao Hong curled his lips triumphantly, "What? Don't worry, I know, it's just practice, I've put in my strength."

Jiang Yi held the broken wooden stick in both hands and lowered his head. There was a numbness and pain in his wrist.

He originally thought that since it was a duel, it would be better not to use skills, so he took the blow directly.

Fortunately, he instinctively poured spirituality into his arms to resist some attacks just now, otherwise his wrists would not be as simple as labor pains now.

The lingering prestige of the shock was still lingering around the tiger's mouth, the fingers holding the broken stick had already started to turn white, and Jiang Yi's downcast eyes were gloomy.

In that blow just now, Zhao Hong actually used a huge force booster. If the stick had hit him, what would break now would not be the stick, but his bones.

Good enough!

Jiang Yi's eyes turned cold, is he using skills? Okay!

Feeling a little proud of Zhao Hong who had won back a victory, he pursed his lips and looked at the opposite Jiang Yi, only to find that the opposite person suddenly smiled and hooked him provocatively, "Come on, continue."

Zhao Hong frowned strangely. He couldn't see Jiang Yi's expression hidden under his bangs, but suddenly felt a burst of hairs on his back, and an invisible murderous aura suddenly rose from the person opposite, which reminded him involuntarily. Scene from last night.

Damn, what are you pretending to be?

Zhao Hong's mood was already a little unstable, he gritted his teeth hard, his eyes fell on Si Yao who was walking not far away, he shook his shoulders and cheered up a little, the wooden stick in his hand was gripped even tighter.

Jiang Yi held the broken wooden stick in both hands and made a defensive posture for the first time. Zhao Hong's eyes turned hard, and he rushed towards Jiang Yi.

However, the next moment, the person in front of him suddenly disappeared.

Zhao Hong laughed mockingly, wanting to be invisible?

The arm holding the stick suddenly swelled up, bursting purple blood vessels, and slashed towards Jiang Yi's original direction.

The stick with huge force swung it to the end without any hindrance, and it was completely empty. Zhao Hong's complexion changed, and before his forward body had time to stabilize, his feet were suddenly taken by a skillful force, and his body instantly lost its center of gravity. Fell towards the ground.

With a bang, Zhao Hong fell face down on the ground firmly, but before he could get up, a broken wooden stick was inserted suddenly, and he didn't even have time to open the defense, and the wooden stick went straight to the ground with a bang. before his eyes.

The wooden stick was only about three centimeters away from his face, the cracked texture was clearly visible, and the remaining murderous aura made the fine hairs on his face tremble.

Jiang Yi's gloomy voice came from the top of his head, "You should be glad that this is just practice, otherwise, what I hold in my hand is not a stick, but a knife."

The cold words wrapped around his body like a giant python, making him dare not move at all.

The scene of Jiang Yi stabbing a monster with a saber last night resurfaced in his mind without warning.

The bloody scene stimulated him to instinctively tense all the muscles in his body, and he swallowed with a bluish face, until the murderous aura behind him gradually moved away, and then he slowly let out a mouthful of turbid air.

Jiang Yi looked coldly at Zhao Hong who was lying on the ground, and it was a waste of his time to talk to such an idiot.

It's a pity that Zhao Hong misjudged himself and him. He has never been a soft persimmon.

He casually threw the short stick in his hand to the side, and strode away along the road outside the stadium with his trousers pockets in his pocket.

The people in front of the training room watched Jiang Yi walk by like a chicken silently, no one dared to make a fuss, and everyone kept their mouths shut tacitly.

Seeing Jiang Yi passing her directly, Si Yao hurriedly called out, "Jiang Yi, where are you going?"

Without any response, Jiang Yi kept walking forward and disappeared around the corner not long after.

Lin Miao has been hiding behind Si Yao, her face is so pale at the moment, she clearly felt the trembling feeling Jiang Yi brought when he passed by, it made people's backs shudder!

Zhao Hong slowly got up from the ground, his teeth were clenched, and the fingers holding the wooden stick were already turning white.

"Fuck!"

With a roar, he suddenly threw the stick in his hand violently, and the stick bounced violently for several meters when it landed on the concrete floor.

The anger in his heart seemed to have nowhere to vent, and his face was ferocious, almost distorted.

Zhou Hang, who was standing still, sighed and pinched the corners of his eyes with a headache.

He has never felt so tired before, and now he is full of anger. If it weren't for the good upbringing he has always had, he would have scolded his mother a long time ago.

He glanced at Zhao Hong who got up from the ground with frustration, and felt that his breathing was going to be difficult, and even the words of persuasion were blocked in his throat by this feeling of aggrieved.