Qingtianmu October, this name is very loud in the Divine Awareness Training Camp, even people who are not familiar with her know her deeds very well. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Of course, there is both praise and irony, and she has both good and bad things.

Anyway, everyone knows that she is not easy to mess with, and this power refers to both temper and ability.

As for how powerful it is, everyone can't seem to say.

Because in the daily combat training, this guy often easily defeats opponents, and very few people have really seen what it is like for her to use her full strength.

After the first two assessments, she has been promoted to the first and second seeds this year in the eyes of the audience.

Before she took the stage, a crowd of people excitedly shouted her name and even held up a banner with her name on it.

The adults on the judges' bench also seemed to be quite concerned about her.

Of course, her surname is a reason that cannot be ignored, but it is more because her strength is favored by everyone.

The five regimental commanders were already planning to recruit her into their own legions. At this time, Limbo only smiled and said nothing, because she had long known that October's volunteer was to enter the First Legion.

Being valued by so many people from top to bottom, her showdown can be described as highly watched.

But in the third assessment, she drew an opponent who was not easy to deal with - Murakami Morita.

The two of them had already played twenty or thirty moves on the field, but neither of them took advantage. Even the audience in the audience was so nervous that their palms were sweating.

Instructor Fujiwara also sat in the audience and watched the October matchup. Although he didn't want to admit it, he admired her very much in his heart. Students like this, who always challenge the limits of the teacher's patience and always impress the teacher, are the most worrying.

October is excellent in all aspects, and Fujiwara feels that if she can keep working herself, she will be successful in the future.

"Fujiwara, it seems that Qingtianmu was suppressed by Murakami today."

Even if it wasn't deliberate, Instructor Kurokawa's words still showed a sense of schadenfreude, because Murakami was her group.

Fujiwara crossed his arms around his chest and sat up straight with his upper body unsquinted, as if he was deliberately showing a strong will not to admit defeat.

Her own students are struggling in the front, and as an instructor, she should also support her in the rear.

"It's just for the time being. Murakami's advantage against October is the attribute of the skill, but a good fighter can overcome this disadvantage. Therefore, with the level of Qingtian's battle, I believe she will be able to reverse it soon. ”

Fujiwara confidently asserts this, but Kurokawa disagrees.

"I also admit the strength of Qingtianmu, but the gap between Murakami and her is not big. If there is an absolute superiority in terms of strength, attributes will be the key to victory or defeat. ”

"Not necessarily. Kurokawa, you may not know much about Qingtianmu, she is the type that gets more and more courageous, and the greater the difficulty, the greater the potential to be stimulated, but at this time, she just hasn't shown her real strength yet. ”

Fujiwara turned his head to look at Kurokawa with a serious expression.

Kurokawa returned with the same seriousness: "Really? This type of combatant tends to be impulsive and impatient, and then reveal his flaws on his own. ”

"That's true, but unfortunately, Qingtianmu is not among them. She does seem to be a little impatient in her usual work, but when she gets into the state, she becomes unexpectedly calm. ”

What appears to be a discussion of the merits and inferiority of a certain type of combatant in a battle is actually an argument between two instructors over the protection of their respective trainees.

Since Dean Matsumoto's instruction to the instructors was "mature, steady, fair and just", the conversation between the two men was kept to the limit of ordinary friendly discussions, and neither intended to escalate it into a serious quarrel.

But in the eyes of the other instructors around them, the two of them clearly exuded a strong smell of gunpowder. If they had been allowed to discuss it any longer, perhaps the battle here would have been more exciting in the arena.

"Hey, Fujiwara, Kurokawa, look, it seems that Aoza is doing some terrible trick."

In order to extinguish the flames that were about to ignite beside him, Instructor Tamahagi deliberately let out a sensational exclamation to distract Fujiwara and Kurokawa.

This move had an immediate effect, and Fujiwara Kurokawa really stopped talking and hurriedly looked at the arena.

Instructor Tamaki's words are not entirely false, and October is indeed taking the initiative to attack Murakami at this time.

With a quick flick of his elbow, he pulled the whip forward.

The divine power is infused into the long whip with the strength of the wrist, and the whip body is wrapped in a powerful column of water, like a water dragon rushing out of the river, accompanied by the sound of rushing water to the village.

Seeing the fierce attack of the water dragon, Murakami immediately held the weapon with both hands and raised the axe high above the top, and then slashed down diagonally.

In the midst of the thunder, a golden lightning flashed from the trajectory of the hand axe.

Dancing repeatedly, lightning flashed and slashed forward, looking imposing even on a clear day.

The dancing golden snake attacks head-on against the rushing water dragon.

In an instant, the water column at the tip of the whip was scattered and exploded by the power grid, like a waterfall falling on a boulder, splashing with a bang.

October felt a tingling tremor in his hand, which immediately flowed through his right arm.

But this time, instead of throwing the whip away to create an opportunity for her opponent to take advantage of it, she reached out her left hand in time and slashed at the handle of the whip with a knife.

The column of water at the tip of the handle of the whip erupted instantaneously due to this force, forming a whirlpool that rolled the column of water on the whip, flashing scorching lightning and rushing towards the tip of the whip, and snowballing bigger and bigger, and spinning faster and faster.

Taking advantage of the fact that his body was relieved by the electric shock, he flew backwards and upwards on his knees, and quickly pulled back the whip, so that the water column completely broke away from the whip body.

At the same time, the vortex had swept up to the dragon's head, and the entire column of water exploded at the end like explosives ignited by a fuse.

The explosion dissolved the competition between the lightning and the water column, leaving only the thousands of water droplets that exploded due to the push of the strong shock wave, turning into projectiles that were struggling to shoot and hit Murakami, who had not had time to dodge.

Realizing that he had received a hail baptism, Murakami immediately jumped backwards with his arms over his head to avoid the attack, which would not hurt anyone, but could also cause pain all over his body.

Due to the distance and the fact that he was not affected by the explosion, October attacked again while Murakami was evading the water droplets.

She didn't want to drag on the fight for too long, after all, her abilities were at a disadvantage in terms of attributes, and it was not good for her to fight against her.

Although a strong person can break the limitations of ability attributes, she doesn't feel that she can do it now.

So, it's important to be quick.

Turning her head to look in the direction of the highest viewing seat, although she couldn't see clearly, she knew that her father, Aozaki Shingen, was watching her.

Thinking of the "Dance of Red Flames" that Xue Qianying broke out in the same arena back then, he quickly calculated the power of several of his special moves in his mind, and decided which one to use in a moment.

"Can't lose to her!"

Squatting down on his knees, pressing his hands on the ground with his hands folded, his movements were fast and skillful, concentrating and holding his breath to gather all his strength into his hands, and then, with a loud cry in his mouth: "The earth's veins are surging!" ”

Suddenly, the entire underground of the arena swelled up like boiling water.