Chapter 81: Working Students VS Noble Students (Part ) "Are we really going to fight?" Liu Long, who had been frightened by the power of Zhou Qing's first soul skill, no longer had the arrogant attitude he had before, and a hint of fear appeared in his eyes. It would be no joke if we were to go up against Zhou Qing! If you are hit by his soul skill, you will be crippled if not killed! "We must fight. That guy must have a soul master family behind him, otherwise he wouldn't have such a powerful soul skill at this age." Xiao Chenyu was sure that Zhou Qing had a strong background. "If it doesn't go as he wishes, we will only be more sad in the future, and even my father may be affected." This is the weight of the sect and the soul master family. Xiao Chenyu, the son of a city lord of a small city, could only choose to give in when facing someone who was suspected to have a soul master family behind him. but. After seeing the three people who were going to fight against them, Xiao Chenyu breathed a sigh of relief. Wang Sheng, Song Si, and this year’s freshman Xiao Wu.
There is no such Zhou Qing. Now, Xiao Chenyu finally breathed a sigh of relief. Fighting with working students is a piece of cake. "Just as you said, best of three, no problem, right?" Zhou Qing asked Xiao Chenyu. "Absolutely no problem!" Xiao Chenyu responded immediately and said to another follower beside him: "Ling Feng, you go first." The student named Ling Feng was relatively silent. He walked forward four steps without saying a word and looked at Xiao Wu and the others. The tall and thin Song Si was the first to come on stage. "Since both parties are in place, I will act as a temporary referee." Zhou Qing walked between the two and said formally, "Let's have a duel and exchange of martial arts, and stop when it's over!" "three!" "two!" "one!" "The battle begins!" As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Qing retreated to Tang San's side, and Song Si roared and released his martial spirit, a frying pan, smashing straight at Ling Feng's forehead. But Ling Feng reacted quickly. Without releasing his martial spirit, he took a big step back to avoid the attack and instinctively flapped his arms downwards. "Then Ling Feng's martial soul should be a bird." Tang San analyzed based on Ling Feng's subconscious movements, "It's a beast martial soul." "Ling Feng's martial soul is Swallow." Wang Sheng directly explained the situation, "But he didn't get a spirit ring. His spirit power is the same as mine, at level nine. But Song Si's spirit power is only level seven, two levels lower." "At the Soul Warrior stage, the difference in soul power and the bonus to strength are actually not that obvious." Zhou Qing shook his head, "The reason why Ling Feng is stronger than Song Si is that he was born into an aristocratic family, eats well, has a good physique, and has someone to practice with at home, so his fighting skills are much better than those of us commoners." "However, everyone is about the same age, so this little bit of skill bonus doesn't really matter. As long as Song Si can delay for a while and then attack ruthlessly, he can also shock the opponent."
the reason is simple. No matter how strong Ling Feng's fighting skills are, he is still a child after all, not a mature and steady adult. Once he panics, he will not be able to win easily. And that's exactly what happened. Although Song Si didn't have any attacking skills, he just waved the frying pan around, using only three moves: smashing, knocking, and bumping, but this only consumed his strength and the soul power needed to maintain the release of his martial soul. But Ling Feng kept dodging the attacks at such a fast speed that even without the spirit possessing him, he consumed more spirit power than Song Si. It can be said that as long as the battle dragged on, Song Si would have a chance to win. However, it was impossible for Ling Feng not to realize this. While dodging, he also took the opportunity to get close to Song Si and continuously hit Song Si's waist with his fists, making Song Si wail. Losing is just a matter of time. Tang San couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so he quietly bent down and picked up a stone the size of a fingernail. However, Zhou Qing, who had been watching Tang San's movements, grabbed his right hand before he could help Song Si. "Hmm?" Tang San was puzzled. "I've said before that we can't help them forever." Zhou Qing's lips moved slightly, his voice was very light, "This time, if he wins because of your help, but he doesn't know the real situation and thinks he is stronger than the other party, what will he think when he officially embarks on the path of a soul master in the future? He may misjudge his own strength and suffer more serious injuries, or even die." "And if you tell him afterwards that you helped him win, his self-esteem might be hurt." "Once your self-esteem is gone, the consequences are more terrible than losing." Tang San had never expected that his one thought could lead to such serious consequences, but when he thought about it carefully, it was true. If a person misjudges his own strength and truly embarks on the path of a soul master in the future, it is very likely that he will end up with a "throwing an egg against a rock" situation. However, if you tell the other person that you helped him secretly, even if it does not hurt his self-esteem, it may make him too dependent on you. There's no benefit in that. After all, he really couldn't help Song Si forever. [Sure enough, with Brother Qing around, I can avoid making big mistakes. However, when I encounter various problems in the future, I must think twice before acting as much as possible...] Throwing the stone aside, Tang San said, "Understood." Wang Sheng also heard the two's whispers and said to Tang San: "Tang San, I hope that in the second battle with Xiao Chenyu or Liu Long, you won't help. If I lose, I want to lose with dignity." "Hmm." Tang San had a favorable impression of Wang Sheng's will, and asked, "I won't help you, but I can give you some pointers. Do you know what the martial spirits of Xiao Chenyu and Liu Long are?" Song Si is bound to lose. So in the next match, Wang Sheng will face Xiao Chenyu or Liu Long. Without providing any practical help, he can only analyze for Wang Sheng how to deal with Xiao Chenyu and Liu Long. Wang Sheng thought this was feasible, so he said, “Liu Long’s martial spirit is a stick, Xiao Chenyu’s martial spirit is a wolf, and the latter is also an eleventh-level soul master.” "Your martial spirit?" "tiger." "When facing Liu Long, you should attack his lower body, that is, find his thighs, calves and feet and attack them. Just be careful not to be hit by his stick." Wang Sheng’s martial spirit is a tiger, but since he doesn’t know any boxing or kicking techniques, Tang San probably only has the three moves of a tiger: a jump, a pounce, and a sweep. Liu Long's martial spirit is a stick. Being from an aristocratic family, he should have practiced simple stick techniques, or at least learned the basic striking moves.
But at such an old age, his lower body must be unstable. The best situation is to let Wang Sheng attack the opponent's lower three routes. Moreover, once Wang Sheng gets close to him, the opponent will hold the stick in his hand and he will not be able to perform stick techniques. "If you face Xiao Chenyu, your chances of winning are slim. I can only suggest that you attack his waist." Xiao Chenyu's soul power is level eleven, and it is also a beast martial soul. Although a wolf is not as ferocious as a tiger, he has become a soul master and must be stronger than a soul warrior. In addition, he also possesses soul skills, so it is difficult for Wang Sheng to win. Therefore, if Wang Sheng faced Xiao Chenyu, Tang San could only suggest that he find an opportunity to attack the opponent's waist. Copper head, iron tail and tofu waist. However, Zhou Qing knew that it was not just wolves that had fragile waists. All vertebrates had relatively fragile waists and abdomens because there was no sternum to protect them, and the stomach and intestines inside were only covered by the outer layer of muscle, fat, and skin. "I understand. Thank you, Tang San." Wang Sheng was very grateful. (End of this chapter)