Slag attack classification system

Three seconds later, a white light appeared - Zhao Zhenhe was still the same Zhao Zhenhe, Tang Zhi sighed inaudibly.

Zhao Zhenhe: "..." Why, I didn't become a pig, you are very sorry.

After looking at each other, the two came to a conclusion with a tacit understanding——

Tang Zhi: "At first I thought you had no superpowers at all. From this point of view, your superpower is the superpower of immunity to others."

"No...not right." Zhao Zhenhe shook his head, "I suddenly thought...that fight with Yuanyuan, I was hit by her directly on the pillar..."

"It can't be like this..." Tang Zhi frowned slightly, "Strength-type superpowers belong to physical skills, which require direct close physical contact, while your superpowers can counter long-distance superpowers. Like lightning attack, turning you into something..."

The two of them thought about it for a long time but couldn't verify it, and finally put aside this troublesome question for the time being, lying on the bed and entering their first sleep in this world.

Having experienced too many things during the day, they all fell asleep quickly and slept deeply, and they didn't wake up until the next morning when the group of white coats injected them with nerve anesthesia again.

Thirty people in handcuffs walked into the tunnel again numbly after eating breakfast.

This world is indeed a world of superpowers. Zhao Zhenhe and Tang Zhi suffered such serious injuries yesterday, but today they are completely new. Even the slightest wounds on their bodies are invisible, because they have slept so much that they look even more alive than others.

Accompanied by the strong smell of disinfectant water, they came to this huge domed arena again. The marble on the arena seemed to be a little redder. There were already people like Lin Jingzhe sitting in it, staring at their experimental objects with great interest. Especially Lin Jingzhe, who never took his eyes off Zhao Zhenhe's body.

With Lin Jingzhe's eyes, Zhao Zhenhe knew that nothing good happened to him today, and as expected, the kid raised his hand and snapped his fingers at the white coat behind him——

"Let Zhao Dashu and Fang Tiangang fight today..." He looked in Zhao Zhenhe's direction, "I just like watching you bleed on the stage..."

Zhao Zhenhe almost resigned himself to his fate. When it comes to bleeding, he desperately needs things like red dates, wolfberries, and donkey-hide gelatin. He observed his body in the past few days and found that he was not only anemic, but also lacked Qi. big and suffer...

Tang Zhi looked at Zhao Zhenhe, who seemed to be in a daze, and knew without thinking that Zhao Zhenhe's little head was definitely not thinking about the game, which was actually easy to identify——

Usually, Zhao Zhenhe is like this (￣_￣), but now Brother Zhao looks like this (_), you can tell what old cadres are thinking about at a glance.

In the crowd, a girl clenched her palms tightly, hesitated again and again, but stepped forward and raised her head towards Lin Jingzhe. This girl was none other than Yuanyuan who almost nailed Zhao Zhenhe into the pillar yesterday.

Yuanyuan: "Commander Lin, didn't Zhao Dashu fight with me yesterday? His body is still very weak. Even if he fights today, it will definitely not look good. You won't enjoy watching it. Why don't you change someone..."

As soon as these words came out, apart from Zhao Zhenhe, Tang Zhi and himself, all the other experimental subjects in handcuffs cast a hostile look at her...

Lin Jingzhe looked at Yuanyuan with great interest, "Why didn't I find you such a beauty before, but, no way... I just love to watch Zhao Dashu, if you really want to change someone, why don't you change yourself and go with her?" play one more time?"

Yuanyuan's face turned pale in an instant, she lowered her head, and said nothing. Fang Tiangang, who had been waiting on the sidelines, let out a gloating sigh of relief... He watched the match between Zhao Dashu and Yuanyuan yesterday. Among the 30 people, he originally thought that I am the weakest, I never thought that Zhao Dashu acted like a powerless person yesterday...

The two climbed onto the stage, and their images were clearly printed on the big screen.

Lin Jingzhe stretched out his hand and patted his thigh twice, motioning for Gao Wenli, who was standing aside, to sit on his lap. Surprise flashed in Gao Wenli's eyes, and she sat on Lin Jingzhe's lap flattered. Rubbing her hair, he whispered in her ear, "Look, how beautiful Zhao Dashu is in front of the camera..."

The smile on Gao Wenli's face gradually disappeared, and she squeezed her palms tightly... To be honest, Zhao Dashu was only an ordinary-looking girl at best, and she really couldn't understand how such an ordinary appearance and ordinary figure What attracts Lin Jingzhe.

Although she thought so, she could only agree with her with a stiff smile, "Yeah, she's really pretty."

Lin Jingzhe likes magnanimous women, and prefers women who care about Zhao Dashu as much as he does.

Sure enough, when Lin Jingzhe heard this, he raised the corners of his mouth happily, and smiled like a clown with his slender eyes. He stretched out his hand and gently patted Gao Wenli's head, as if comforting a dog fighting for favor .

At the same time, the fight on the stage began. The moment the whistle sounded, Fang Tiangang rushed up and tried to knock Zhao Zhenhe down with one fist. Unfortunately, he didn't know that this weak body was actually a strong man who had participated in the Olympics. Man, Zhao Zhenhe dodged the attack easily, as light as an antelope.

Just as Fang Tian saw that the plan was not going to work, a sternness flashed in his eyes. He stretched out his hand and muttered something in his mouth. After a while, two balls of fire arose in the palm of his hand, and the fire balls got bigger and bigger, bigger and bigger. Finally, it exploded, like two huge steel balls, and a scorching breath rose in midair.

Fang Tian just threw out the fire balls in his hand, and with a "swipe" sound, the two fire balls crawled on the ground and turned into a snake-like shape again. Everywhere they went, they smelled of being burnt. Zhao Zhenhe climbed up the pillar, frowned seriously, and tried to avoid the flames as much as possible, but the two fires moved up and down, left and right to attack like a human being, Zhao Zhenhe just avoided the front, and the fire behind him was heading towards him. The neck strikes.

At this time-

Fang Tiangang made another fireball impatiently, sinking his dantian... This time, he won't be merciful anymore, he wants to make a huge fireball and swallow everything...Little girl, it's not me I deliberately wanted to kill you, but you are too weak, this place is originally a place where the weak prey on the strong...

A fireball with a diameter of ten meters burst from the place where Fang Tiangang was standing, and it sprayed out with a "bang". The place where Zhao Zhenhe was standing could not run at the speed of the fireball no matter how he ran—at the last second, he closed the door. Eyes, waiting for the burning pain—

Why... I don't feel...

After he opened his eyes, he found that everyone was looking at him with surprised eyes, especially Fang Tiangang. His mouth opened into an "O" shape, which made people want to put a duck egg in it.

Flames...gone?

Fang Tiangang watched his flames surround Zhao Zhenhe in a majestic manner, but the moment he touched Zhao Zhenhe's body, he disappeared in an instant and was never seen again...

The fire he created was useless...

Fang Tian just didn't give up, and turned into countless fire balls again, flying towards Zhao Zhenhe like arrow clusters. At first, Zhao Zhenhe would stretch out his hand to cover his face, and then he found that these flames were completely useless to him, so he let go. He opened his hands, and simply stood there, waiting for Fang Tian to be exhausted.

In the eyes of the people off the stage, the scene on the stage is really too funny-one person keeps firing flames at the opponent hoarsely, and the other person stands there as if in a daze, and those flames all turn into flames on his body nothingness.

Tang Zhi's peach blossom eyes were only Zhao Zhenhe, bright and bright, while Yuanyuan standing beside him was sincerely relieved.

"How did this happen, why can't I attack you..." Fang Tiangang broke down a bit, "No, I'm not the weakest of these 30 people...I don't want to die here."

He tried his best to use all the mental power in his body to burst out a huge flame. The flame swung around and seemed to be able to reach the people watching from the bottom. They all moved back to avoid the flame.

Zhao Zhenhe opened his eyes wide. His eyes were full of flames. The boundless fire showed a strange bright red color, as if blood had been added to it... What surprised him was not the fire, but Fang Tiangang who tried his best ...Zhao Zhenhe is sensitively aware that Fang Tiangang is using his own life to create this flame, his body is shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if being sucked dry by the flame...

"puff--"

The huge flame finally extinguished on Zhao Zhenhe's body, and Fang Tiangang on the opposite side also "plopped" and fainted on the ground like a puppet, and the bright words "0:1" appeared on the screen.

The two of them were transferred to the bottom of the stage, and a group of white coats stepped forward and surrounded Fang Tiangang who had fainted on the ground. One of them put his hand on Fang Tiangang's neck, pressed it for a moment and then shook his head.

Lin Jingzhe made a gesture, and they carried away Fang Tiangang who had lost his life signal.

The rest of the subjects turned pale...Really, some people really died...Death proclaimed his existence so blatantly...Fang Tiangang is usually a very rational person, since he came to this laboratory , Ever since I was given those weird drugs...it has become like this.

Tang Zhi's eyes were thoughtful, and while everyone was looking at Fang Tiangang's stretcher, he bent his fingers hidden in his trouser pocket——

Put the prepared paper slips one by one into the clothes of the subjects.

Tang Zhi withdrew his fingers and narrowed his eyes—it won't be long before they all find this note.

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