Chapter 138 The Power of Sandstorm, the Name of Flowers and Candles

As Jiang Yongnian's voice fell, the entire audience was stunned.

The students were speechless, and many teaching assistants and instructors also smacked their lips.

"The hospital actually agreed?"

"This is probably the first time that someone actually wants to seek the position of mentor with the strength of the first level."

"If Assistant Professor Han succeeded in this, would he be famous all over the world and the Blue Frog?"

"But there's nothing wrong with this condition. Winning is a bet. If you lose, you'll get nothing."

"Once he can win, such a person will become famous. It is normal for a mere assistant coach to be unable to suppress him..."

Criticisms kept pouring out, and people with different opinions were everywhere.

"Hey, after all, is Assistant Coach Han a little too confident?"

"I still don't understand why the dark and shining desert witch suppresses muscle zombies?"

"After looking at so many battles, no one can push Ren Wo Kuang into a desperate situation."

"As for Assistant Coach Han Junjun, Han has not yet fought, but he seems to be sure of victory."

"Based on this estimate, this battle must be extremely exciting. We can't stand by and watch. It's really making people scratch their heads and feel uncomfortable all over!"

Once similar remarks are made, echoes are everywhere.

Most people felt that Assistant Coach Han was hiding his secrets and was far more arrogant than Ren Wo Kuang.

But his words and deeds were too calm, and few people could agree that he was a sensationalist.

"It's no use talking more, fight!"

Ren Wo Kuang pulled off his tattered shirt, exposing his strong bronze muscles to the sun.

He was already excited, and the desire to fight gushed out from his body was much higher than that of challenging Feng Chunshi, who was number one in the grade rankings.

Ye Hanjun could see that there were scars all over his body.

Some were skin wounds from the battle just now, but most of them were old wounds.

These old wounds have been healed, but the scars left behind are too ugly. As Ren Wokuang walks, like squirming centipedes, superimposed on each other, his aura becomes even more ferocious.

Lord Yehan remained silent.

When leaving the audience seat, he neither climbed over the seats nor rushed randomly. He walked slowly to the center of the battlefield, looking calm and calm like a scholar who had no power to restrain a chicken.

Then, under the leadership of a group of elderly mentors headed by Jiang Yongnian, the bustling crowd gradually faded away.

Ye Hanjun and Ren Wokuang walked into an underground passage together. After walking for about a minute, a thick stone door twenty meters high appeared in front of them.

"Rumble--"

The stone door opened, and a spacious training room came into view.

There are several rows of old weapons inside, as well as a dozen sets of armor of different colors.

In addition to this, there is a lot of dust. It is obvious that no one uses it on weekdays and has been idle for a long time.

"right here."

Jiang Yongnian clasped his hands behind his back, glanced at Ye Hanjun, and said slowly:

"I think that with the skills and abilities of both of you, you both disdain to engage in malpractice for personal gain."

"But there is no need for referees or medical care. If something happens, it can only be said that you will have to reap the consequences. The college will not bear any responsibility."

"It's natural."

Ye Hanjun nodded and stepped into the room.

Ren Wo Kuang's eyes were blazing, and he followed closely behind.

At this time, he remained silent.

But the strong blood energy fluctuations are like a lion and tiger about to prey, waiting to pounce on the prey and feast on it.

"Rumble--"

The stone door closed, and the complicated expressions of Jiang Yongnian, Tong Xuan, Hong Li... all the old men disappeared from sight.

Ye Hanjun smiled, as if he was unaware of the fighting spirit that was about to break out around him.

He walked around the training room, checking repeatedly that there was nothing left for prying eyes.

The stone walls and stone gates are also made of high-quality stones. After being blessed with formation patterns, both the solidity and the sealing performance can make people feel at ease.

In this case, Ye Hanjun turned his head and asked casually:

"You have fought several battles in a row, you are injured, and your spirit is not in full strength."

"If you fight me like this and lose, will you feel resentful?"

"I won't take this little injury to heart!"

I let out a wild groan, and with a flash of light, a muscular zombie appeared next to me.

His eyes were fixed on Lord Ye Han, his rapid breathing gradually became calmer, and he suddenly asked:

"On the contrary, Assistant Professor Han, I heard that you are seriously ill. When you first came to the academy, you would vomit blood after walking a few steps."

"Today, I feel it so close."

"Although it's not as bad as the rumors, your body is indeed weak."

"Ren would like to ask, will this state limit the display of your strength?"

"It would be really disappointing if Ren couldn't enjoy such a difficult challenge..."

"Do not worry."

Ye Hanjun raised the corners of his mouth and said relaxedly:

"Everyone can be disappointed in this battle, except you."

"That's good!"

Let me clasped my fists crazily, suddenly retreated dozens of steps, squatted slightly on my knees, and said with all my vigilance:

"Ask Assistant Han, please give me some advice!"

"Qiang!"

Ye Hanjun pulled out a long knife and held it in his right hand.

The next moment, the left wrist flashed with goose-yellow light, the summoning formation flashed in the pan, and the Sandstorm Witch appeared.

"Shashasha——"

The flower candle is painted with bionic paint on its surface and wears a black and white gradient dress. Its face is dirty, and its exposed skin also has various scars.

She slowly stood up from the curled up state, and as her eyes opened, a pair of dim, vertical snake pupils came into Ren Wokuang's eyes.

"Is this the Desert Witch? Such weak blood energy fluctuations..."

Ren Wokuang murmured to himself, but there was still a hint of disappointment in his tone.

The muscular zombie standing next to him stared at Hua Zhu with his pale eyes, but he was not surprised or contemptuous. He clenched his fists tightly, as if he was never slacking off in a battle-ready posture.

"Hua Zhu, this is a very powerful enemy."

"No need to hide in this battle, do your best to defeat him."

The faint voice echoed in the training room.

The Sandstorm Witch, who didn't understand the form at all, her lowered eyes swayed slightly as she thought for a moment.

The next second, the frosty white wind exploded, and the strong air flow pushed the yellow sand all over the sky, like strips of shawl silk, constantly cleaning the surface of the skin.

My eyes widened wildly, my brows trembling.

In the storm of wind and sand, the figure of the desert witch was mostly hidden.

Only those dim eyes no longer had a gloomy and turbid texture.

Like two little suns, when they rise through the night, they suddenly change from extremely dark to extremely bright, and everything in the world has real color for this reason.

"Wow——"

The swirling wind and sand gradually stopped, and the figure of the witch completely emerged.

She seemed to be reborn and reborn.

The long golden hair is silky and smooth, and the dark wizard hat is exquisite and small.

Under the snow-white neck, there is a set of white witch robes with gold trim, which are light, soft, and elegant.

On both sides of the cuffs, a pair of large scissor-shaped pliers are engraved with upward spiraling white patterns. The sharp edges on them exude the frightening power of the wind element.

Behind the back, a link-shaped scorpion tail swayed gently, and the collision of white and black seemed to hide the mystery of the mysterious law.

Further down, the thighs exposed outside the hem of the skirt are moist, well-proportioned, delicate and smooth.

The bare feet on the ground are slender, white, petite and lovely.

Such a slim figure is matched with a face that has already seen the first glimpse of beauty without any makeup.

Let me be stunned for a moment and then again. After I came to my senses, a wave of fighting spirit surged in my chest, and I roared loudly:

"I understand! I understand!"

"Everyone thought that the Desert Witch was still in a dark and shining state!"

"But this is definitely not a lack of blood! You have long quietly cultivated her into another form, a supreme and incredible form... This is the fundamental source of your incomparable confidence!"

"Are you still satisfied?"

Ye Hanjun smiled lightly and didn't explain much.

"satisfy!"

Ren Wokuang clenched his fist, hammered his chest, and when he raised it again, he shouted with a voice like cracking a mountain and breaking rocks:

"But I won't necessarily lose!"

"Let me wander! Let's go!"

"Roar!"

The iron rings on the wrists and ankles of the two-and-a-half meter muscular zombie shattered with a snap.

In an instant, an even more majestic aura erupted from the body. At this moment, it seemed that it was no longer a beast with bulging muscles. It jumped to the king of beasts, and the entire training space emitted a faint trembling sound.

"Roar!!!"

The muscular zombie burst forward, covering a distance of fifteen meters with just one step, like a humanoid cannonball, unstoppable.

"boom!!"

A shield quietly emerged, blocking the zombies.

Muscle Zombie: Let Me Lang doesn’t even think about it, he just raises his fist and hits it.

A jaw-dropping scene appeared. Monsters of the same level could be knocked away with one punch, and they might even not be able to be seriously injured by one punch.

When I hit this shield, it didn't break with the first punch, and it didn't break with the second punch either.

Until the tenth punch, there were only a few cracks on it, and it was still some distance away from shattering.

"Hahaha! Hard enough!"

"This defensive skill should be above 90 lines! Finally found a real opponent!"

Let me laugh wildly twice without hiding behind.

He judged that Lord Yehan's body was fragile and regarded it as a weak point, trying to bypass the Sandstorm Witch and rush directly to Lord Yehan.

But Ye Hanjun had already withdrawn and retreated.

As a gust of wind blew by, the shield disappeared, and a huge sand fist condensed into shape. It hit Ren Wokuang's front first and then.

--boom! !

Ren Wokuang blocked with both arms, thinking he could block a punch.

But he still underestimated the power of "Gathering Sand into a Fist". He took dozens of steps back. Although he did not fall to the ground, his chest shook, his mouth felt sweet, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"So strong! You can actually hurt me with one punch!"

There was no look of surprise on Ren Wokuang's face, but a long-awaited look of eagerness to try.

With one arrow step, he grabbed a long bow, nocking the arrow, and pulling the string. When he released his hand, the arrow shot out like the wind and lightning.

Ye Hanjun turned sideways and a powerful arrow flew past his sleeve, and finally hit the wall with a clang.

"Whoosh whoosh!!!"

It was no surprise that one arrow missed, so I wildly hung up the second arrow, the third arrow... and fired continuously.

He has so much strength that he is obviously very handy with weapons like bows.

Lord Yehan didn't feel the killing intent, but he found that Ren Wokuang's arrows were all aimed at his vitals.

This strong man seemed to truly regard him as a formidable enemy after seeing the new Sandstorm Witch. He did not dare to despise her in the slightest, let alone hold back.

"Roar!!"

As a "strong man", Ren Wo Kuang gives up hand-to-hand combat and shoots arrows from a distance.

The Contracted Spirits and Muscle Zombies, wrapped around the flowers and candles, kept attacking, looking like they were desperate for their lives.

Like the flower candle, it is actually stuck at the top of the clay sculpture.

If the beloved master had not failed to break through the level, it would have ascended to Xia Zhao and started a new round of training.

--boom! !

A punch struck down. What he faced this time was not the Tiangang Sand Shield, but a fist made of sand elements.

In this kind of confrontation, the witch turned out to be slightly better.

Obviously, the strength of the muscle zombie is unparalleled, but it just can't break through the witch's blockade.

However, the muscular zombie punched faster and found an opportunity to take advantage of it. Without thinking, he punched out again and rushed directly in front of the witch.

call--

The strong wind was raging, and Hua Zhu changed his position under the impetus of the wind element. Not only did he escape from the zombies' fist wind, he also appeared in front of Lord Yehan and blocked several arrows for him.

In this way, when he came back to his senses, the Tiangang Sand Shield appeared, and the muscular zombies that rushed towards him hit the shield with a bang. After being blocked, they opened their teeth and danced their fists, as if they were crazy.

"Not enough! Not powerful enough!"

"Let me wander, I allow you to use "Boiling Blood"! "

"Roar!"

A loud roar in response to the master's command.

The muscle zombie took three steps back, hit the ground with both feet, and raised his arms in front of him. A wisp of scarlet blood suddenly floated out of the already bulging muscles.

Ye Hanjun suddenly heard two strange sounds, one was like the stirring of lake water, continuous, and the other was like thunderous bells, there were two in total, superimposed on each other.

"Bang bang bang - bang bang bang -"

That's the heartbeat of a muscle zombie.

It has two hearts, one on each side of the chest.

When the strongest skill "Blood Boiling" is activated, the heart beats wildly, the blood circulation in the whole body accelerates, and some of it evaporates outward.

The picture that emerged was that of a muscular zombie with a strange red red evil light lingering all over its body, as if it were in a flame, with heat waves attacking and evil rolling around, and the overall momentum was raised to a higher level.

"Boom!"

Hua Zhu paused, and a dignified look flashed in her golden eyes.

She felt the pressure, and the muscle zombies in a boiling blood state seemed to pose a great threat to her.

"Roar!!"

The muscle zombie sprinted again, 30% faster than before.

The same barbaric fist, with the blessing of boiling blood, can actually create cracks in the Tiangang Sand Shield with three punches, and ten consecutive punches can make a piece of Tiangang Sand Shield almost useless.

"Roar!!!"

Rampant muscle zombies are not just targeting sandstorm witches.

Although it does not have very high intelligence, its instincts are particularly terrifying.

While fighting with Hua Zhu, it repeatedly charged and killed Lord Ye Han. In order to block some of the fists that Hua Zhu could dodge for Lord Ye Han, he had to condense sand into a fist or summon Tiangang Sand Shield.

"Not enough! Still not enough!"

"The witch who controls the two attributes of wind and sand is really powerful!"

I laughed wildly, looked down at the quiver that had no arrows left, threw away the long bow, picked up a big hammer, and entered the battlefield again.

He is a "strong man" with a very strong physique. A "police officer" of the same rank cannot get any benefit from him.

Having the help of a hammer is equivalent to having a medium to wield strength. When Hua Zhu gathers sand and forms a fist to attack him, he will hit him with a hammer in return.

Even though every time he was shocked, his mouth was numb and he was forced to step back.

But every injury suffered by Renwo Kuang was not serious for his body. He could continue fighting after taking a few breaths.

On the contrary, Ye Hanjun seemed extremely weak.

Belonging to the coach, no power can strengthen his flesh and blood.

Not to mention being hit by a hammer or a muscle zombie, even if it was just scratched, he wouldn't be able to eat it and walk around.

However, with his perception that covers the entire training ground, Ye Hanjun can make predictions every time.

Although his body is weak, he retains most of his flexibility. He can do rolls, splits, bends...many actions that ordinary people cannot do, but he can do them easily. Some attacks that should be unavoidable, he can do it by changing his position or using his strength. Use force to help yourself out of danger.

"As slippery as a catfish, Assistant Professor Han is so skilled!"

Ren Wo laughed loudly, blocked the flying wind claws with his hammer, stamped his right foot, and his momentum changed again.

"Even boiling blood can't take you down, there's really nothing we can do!"

"I'm going to use the strongest blow. If you can't block it, you will definitely die!"

Ye Hanjun leaned against a wall, holding his chest and panting heavily.

It is undeniable that such pure hand-to-hand combat puts great pressure on him to survive.

But fortunately, a series of attacks were blocked.

The price was only a huge physical exertion and a throbbing pain in the heart, but in fact no harm was done.

The next step is the most important thing!

The power of skills is superimposed, and Hua Zhu has injured muscle zombies and Ren Wo Kuang more than once.

But the vitality of one person and one corpse is too tenacious. Unless it hits the vital point directly, it will be difficult to achieve serious injury.

However, the bellicose Ren Wo Kuang can freely fight and put life and death at risk.

With "fearlessness" as his core personality, he is still a muscular zombie of the zombie clan. He is not afraid of death and has always traded lives for injuries.

But Ye Hanjun did not participate in this challenge for the purpose of learning from each other.

He had been waiting for a better opportunity to win with one blow.

"war!"

With a roar, I spurted out a mouthful of blood, and my whole body suddenly became sluggish.

However, the blood he spit out did not fall to the ground. It condensed into a simple "strong" character in mid-air and flew lightly down the muscular zombie's back, like a large seal hitting its back.

"boom!"

There was a violent crash.

The muscular zombie made the sound of frying beans, crackling and crackling all over.

Ye Hanjun squinted his eyes and watched its muscles swell again, as if it was carrying mountain peaks. The muscles that were originally only dark red suddenly turned into bright red, and with the pounding heart beating wildly, there would be more at any time. May explode.

"Flower candle!"

Ye Hanjun shouted loudly and made a gesture of putting two fingers together.

The Sandstorm Witch immediately pushed up a gust of wind and carried Lord Ye Han forward.

"puff!"

Before reaching the position, Ye Hanjun threw the long knife in his hand with all his strength and cut straight towards Ren Wokuang's chest.

Hearing a muffled sound, Renwokuang, who had just released his active power, failed to dodge this surprise attack.

However, his body was too strong. Lord Ye Han threw a long knife, but the blade could only penetrate two or three centimeters, unable to penetrate his muscles at all.

But... Lord Yehan arrived a second later, pulled out his long knife, and thrust it suddenly into Ren Wokuang's abdomen. After stirring it hard, he finally broke the skin and pierced the abdomen.

Ren Wo Kuang, who had forced himself out of the stiff state, immediately grabbed Ye Hanjun's neck with his hands that were twice the size of a normal person.

The wind exploded, and the roaring tail thorns grazed his shoulder diagonally. I was in severe pain, and I could no longer lift my bloody right arm.

"Qiang!"

Lord Yehan pulled out his long knife and placed it across Ren Wokuang's neck. The coldness in his eyes, coupled with the wisp of murderous intent emanating from him, made the meaning very clear.

"you lose."

"Yeah, I lost."

"You are so bold to rush forward at this moment..."

Renwo Kuang stopped exerting his strength, maintained his motionless posture, and said in a low voice:

"But the "Explosive Muscle" has been activated, and Ren Wolang is still in a "boiling blood" state. "

"Under the double superposition, the only trace of its mind will be swallowed up, and its mind will only be full of thoughts of spewing power and destroying the enemy."

"This is something I can't stop."

"It will definitely punch out the next punch. Even if I am right next to it, it will not hesitate at all."

"If you just subdue me but fail to stop the next attack, we will all die together."

No matter how fast I spoke, even when death was approaching, he was able to keep his face straight.

Ye Hanjun smiled, quickly put away the long knife, and casually threw it on the ground.

"Then let's see whether its fists are more powerful or Hua Zhu's magic."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Sandstorm Witch had already floated into the sky.

Golden sand and frosty white wind spurted out of her body at the same time.

In an instant, most of the light sources in the underground training room, which was as bright as day, were suppressed.

The sandstorm witch Huazhu seems to be a fairy from the nine heavens who has just descended to earth. When she looks down at the world, she still has a graceful and indifferent face.

"call--"

The area with a radius of thirty meters was filled with flying sand and rocks, and the world was turbid.

Just listen to the roar of the wind, the roar of the zombies, the roar of the wind, the zombies punch, the sonic boom has the power to tear the ear holes.

At that time, blood spattered and the muscles in the muscular zombie's body had shrunk by half.

This fist of blood, which condensed everything, didn't even need to hit directly. It turned into an illusory fist with an afterimage, and fell directly on the sandstorm witch.

And Hua Zhu... just looked at it lightly.

What is reflected in the golden pupils is the billowing yellow sand rising into the sky, and the roaring wind like a galloping dragon.

There are too many elemental substances trapped in the space around him, and there seems to be an invisible buzzing whine, shaking the soul again and again.

"boom!!!"

There was a loud noise, nothing could be seen clearly, and the whole world became gray.

This is a collision that exceeds the current level. The wind and waves are like knives, the yellow sand is like swords, and the piercing edge lingers in the heart.

Amidst the infinite shock and silence, there was no explosion or collapse. The illusory fist filled with blood could not break through the obstruction of the wind and sand at all, as if it had never existed, leaving no trace.

The whole world suddenly became extremely quiet.