Chapter Eighty-Seven: Mental Malaise

"Bang!"

With a fist hammering the floor, the tiles cracked instantly, the broken porcelain tiles cut Yang Ming's wrists, and blood beads faintly overflowed.

Gritting his teeth, Yang Ming raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked extremely crazy.

"It's a feeling...... It's so familiar!"

Yang Ming slowly popped out of his mouth word by word, and the impact of his spirit almost killed Yang Ming.

Yang Ming finally understood what the price of "Yang Ming" was talking about, the sequelae caused by the last use of the tenth-order divine power had not healed and he was pulled up by "Yang Ming" again, it was really not a loss to himself!

Although this move unlocks Cheng Huake's ability, what is the difference between killing 1,000 enemies and losing 800 self-damage? Yes, delay death.

"Ahem!

A mouthful of blood spit out, full of disgusting smell of blood, Cheng Huake covered his stomach and was attacked, the whole person became weak, the biggest shortcoming of the spiritual ability is the physical fitness, which belongs to the lowest level in the same level, there is no one, there is no accident in the world of ability today, no one has a strong physique, there are gains and losses, this is innate.

There have been psychic people who have exercised their bodies, but the results are pitifully low, and there is almost no progress.

Cheng Huake looked at Yang Ming with a pale face.

This guy's strength is definitely not the same as what he sees in front of him, and he plays with the strength of the peak of the middle of the first order to play a power close to the second order.

Although the spiritual ability has a poor physique, it is still in the second order, and it still has the resistance of the second order, how can it be comparable to the first-order physique?

Cheng Huake felt incredible, it seemed that he had underestimated Yang Ming's strength, if he punched again, it was estimated that he would have to lie on the bed for a few days, this was not the worst result, Yang Ming unlocked his own ability to make Cheng Huake staggered.

"How the hell did he do it?"

There was a trace of fear in Cheng Huake's heart, once his ability was ineffective in front of Yang Ming, then he would be slaughtered by others.

Cheng Huake didn't believe that Yang Ming could untie it at will, there must be a flaw, and Yang Ming kneeling on one knee in front of him was the evidence.

Thinking of this, Cheng Huake slowly stood up holding his chest, raised his left hand and pointed at Yang Ming with five fingers, and immediately shook it violently, his eyes instantly blooming with a seeping gray light.

As expected, after a move, Yang Ming was stunned, and a second later Yang Ming shouted in pain, a miserable voice came into Cheng Huake's ears, the corners of his mouth curved, and a victorious smile emerged.

"Huh!!"

Yang Ming covered his head with both hands and smashed directly to the floor, his forehead was broken, and the blood stained Yang Ming's entire forehead, even to his eyes, and soaked in, Yang Ming hurriedly closed his eyes, his fingers seeped into his palms, blood couldn't help but flow out, and his fingernails were all dyed red.

When he came back, Yang Ming breathed heavily, even with the experience of the last time, the intensity of the headache did not decrease but increased, perhaps because of mental damage.

"Click!"

The sound of footsteps came, Yang Ming opened his eyes and raised his head to look at Cheng Huake, only to see Cheng Huake's embarrassed appearance still smiling.

"If so, you seem to be in pain, why bother, how good it is to fall into a dream completely, to sleep forever in a dream, why should you wake up and incur such an inhuman sin?"

What replied to Cheng Huake was a big fist, Cheng Huake was startled, and then the ability was activated, the gray vortex twisted, and Yang Minggang's fist stretched out ten centimeters in front of Cheng Huake suddenly stopped, and then stretched back and covered his head desperately to relieve the pain.

Looking at Yang Ming's painful appearance, Cheng Hua Ke sighed and regretted.

Without waiting for Cheng Huake to speak, Yang Ming swept with his right foot on the ground, trying to trip Cheng Huake to the ground.

However, Cheng Huake seemed to have expected it, jumped in the air, easily dodged Yang Ming's attack, and landed two meters away from Yang Ming.

When Cheng Huake just wanted to make the next move, a sense of crisis suddenly rose in his heart, cold sweat broke out on his back, his eyes widened, Yang Ming had come to Cheng Huake, and Yang Ming's sharp fist greeted him.

Maybe Yang Ming's previous punch beat Cheng Huake into a trance, and he hadn't fully recovered, and Cheng Huake didn't have time to dodge at this moment, so he had to set up his fists to block Yang Ming's attack with difficulty.

Even so, he couldn't resist Yang Ming's full blow, and swung directly towards Cheng Huake's left cheek.

"Bang!"

With a muffled snort, Cheng Huake's body slammed into the table at an angle, and the table was as fragile as foam, shattering into a pile of sawdust.

Yang Ming took advantage of the principle of taking advantage of your illness to kill you, flipped in the air, and hit Cheng Huake's head with his right foot, and with one foot, the second-order physique was still crippled without prevention, not to mention the most fragile mind in the human body.

It's a pity that reality is reality after all, don't take it for granted to draw conclusions, Cheng Huake ignored the pain all over his body, and hurriedly turned his dream ability, Yang Ming was subjected to a violent mental impact in the air, his body was no longer controlled, and the whole person fell to the ground fiercely, not to mention his personal experience, he felt pain when he heard the muffled snort on the ground in his chest.

Yang Ming's first feeling was unbearable pain.

Cheng Huake crawled away from Yang Ming with a rolling belt, for fear that Yang Ming would go crazy and attack him. He looked at Yang Ming with a vigilant face, staring at Yang Ming's movements.

Yang Ming bent his body and clenched his hands into fists to support his weak body.

"Tick!"

Sweat slid down Yang Ming's cheeks and down his chin, and finally fell to the ground. Yang Ming breathed heavily, his eyes didn't dare to open, even if he breathed, his mind was throbbing, if he could, Yang Ming really wanted to cut off his head to relieve his sorrows.

"Bang!"

"Ahh

While Yang Ming was not paying attention, Cheng Huake came to Yang Ming's head in an instant, and his clenched fist slammed into Yang Ming's face, Yang Ming's body hit the bookcase, the bookcase split in half, and those books fell as Yang Ming fell to the ground, burying Yang Ming.

Seeing this, Cheng Huake laughed, the feeling of crushing a genius was really different, and he was extremely excited.

Yang Ming didn't see any movement under the book, Cheng Huake would not approach stupidly, with a short fight, Cheng Huake found that Yang Ming was simply a madman, even if he was so uncomfortable that he died and lived, he still couldn't help but attack himself in the form of "exchanging injuries for injuries".

"It's really funny! It's rare to meet a ruthlessness that is comparable to that of yourself, but you stand on the opposite side of yourself. ”

Cheng Huake couldn't help but sigh, if Yang Ming was willing to follow him, Cheng Huake would definitely be optimistic and treat Yang Ming well, after all, there are not many people who can be ruthless to themselves at such a young age, which suits their appetite very well.

"It's a pity that you chose a dead end. ”

Cheng Huake walked forward and came to the front of the bookcase, but there was no movement for a long time, which was different from what he imagined.

His eyes were shining with gray light, Cheng Huake waited with a smile, compared to patience, Cheng Huake was really not afraid of anyone, he used to live not as good as an earthworm, and the food was worse than that of a dog.

"Boom!"

Sure enough, the book that buried Yang Ming splashed up, blocking Cheng Huake's field of vision, revealing Yang Ming's figure in the middle, his bloodshot scarlet eyes showed a wild look, Yang Ming endured the pain through the flying books, raised his hands and hit Cheng Huake without hesitation.

Obviously, Cheng Huake didn't expect Yang Ming to act like this, but fortunately, he had already prepared for it, and the ability was immediately activated.

However, Yang Ming's fist did not slow down, but became faster and faster, and Cheng Huake's eyes widened as he watched as the fist hit his nose.

"Click!"

The sound of the broken bridge of the nose resounded in the ears of the two, Cheng Huake spat blood, and slammed against the wall with an embarrassed face, how hard bones can be in his fifties? Cheng Huake felt that a bone in his back was about to break.

Blood flowed out of his nose, and Cheng Huake didn't have time to care about the pain on the bridge of his nose, only looking at the figure of Yang Ming standing in front of him with an incredulous face.

The book slowly fell in front of Yang Ming, making Yang Ming invisibly exude an overlord momentum.

"How is that possible! Is he stubbornly enduring inhuman torture? He is only about twenty years old!"

Shocked and unstingy, Cheng Huake couldn't believe his eyes, Yang Ming is now able to bear the pain that he shouldn't be at this age, what kind of perseverance did he go through to be so strong?

Although Cheng Huake has not experienced how much Yang Ming has paid and endured in order to relieve his ability, but Cheng Huake, as a spiritual ability, has a strong sensitivity to spirit, Yang Ming's spirit is now in a state of malaise, and it is very likely that he will become an idiot after another impact, but Yang Ming has survived, can this not surprise and shock Cheng Huake? How many people have been able to do it at such a young age?

Cheng Huake didn't know, anyway, he couldn't do it, Cheng Huake appreciated Yang Ming more and more, and felt compassion, half-squatting on the ground to alleviate the damage Yang Ming gave him.

As for the question of whether Yang Ming would attack again, Cheng Huake never thought about it, because at this moment, Yang Ming can stand up and estimate that it is already the limit.

"Alas, I really want to fight against you at the peak, although I Cheng Huake has done thousands of disgraceful things, but now I really want to compete with you in a dignified manner, it's a pity! This will be a fantasy after all, if you promise to do things for me for two years, the result will be a different situation. ”

Cheng Huake shook his head and sighed, Yang Ming's talent and perseverance really moved Cheng Huake.

Yang Ming's vision gradually blurred, and he muttered to himself.

"Has it affected your eyesight?"

Feeling the decline in eyesight, Yang Mingxin had no waves, and had already guessed that the spirit is the most important part of a person, and once it is damaged, it will have a great impact on his whole.

"I'm really unwilling! I don't know how far I can last, Cheng Huake has been seriously injured, presumably Brother Hao and they have woken up, right?

With a smile, Yang Ming didn't regret it at all, some were just a trace of regret, he couldn't pull the culprit Cheng Huake into hell, no need to guess, when Cheng Huake recovered, there would be children in his hands.

"I want to kill him!"

Yang Ming exhaled deeply, adjusted the balance of his body, and tried his best to use his last strength to end up with Cheng Huake, although this possibility was extremely low.

"Godfather!"

"Huh?!"

The crisp voice of the wind shadow resounded throughout the room, making the eyes of Yang Ming and Cheng Huake light up at the same time.