In the cracks in the walls, even a vague thick fog was spitting out, ethereal and evapotent.

Then there was the sound of heavy footsteps.

Nine strong men in armor, nearly two meters long, extremely burly, but all with their upper torsos on their backs, like hunchbacks, marched forward in a line, slowly walking out of the cracks.

The appearance of each strong man is very incongruous. Although he is wearing leather armor, he has bulges on the upper and lower parts of his body, and his bones are raised, making him look like a deformed person.

Their body size is much more powerful than normal people, and they are all estimated to weigh more than 300 catties. The shoulders are big and the waist is thick, and the legs and feet are like pillars. Their faces were covered with iron, and only their eyes were exposed.

Ning Chong frowned slightly.

He smelled a unique smell of iron, which was like the smell of the corpses left behind after death by those mutated iron-horned bulls in the cave.

Cao Ben stared at this group of strong men in armor with some surprise.

The nine strong men all seemed to be dumb, neatly surrounding Cao Ben.

A depressing atmosphere shrouded Cao Ben. His height is about 1.85 meters, but in the middle of this group of strong men, he looks particularly thin and pitiful.

"Cao Ben, with your ability, if you can last ten minutes under the attack of this group of puppet soldiers, it will be considered a pass. Ready, go!"

After Han Shantong finished speaking, he whistled in his mouth.

The whistle was very high-pitched and low, and it seemed difficult to hear even if it was not in front of it.

However, the nine strong men in armor heard it.

Suddenly, the strong men surrounding Cao Ben, as if they had received a military order, all acted silently. Fists and feet were exchanged, flashing and moving, and began to besiege Cao Ben.

Cao Ben let out a sullen sigh, unfolded the frame, and began to counterattack and defend.

Ning Chong stared at the battle situation without blinking.

In his eyes, although this group of strong men in armor is mighty, there are too many flaws. Neither the attack speed nor the attack method is very powerful.

Basically, it is stronger than ordinary soldiers, but weaker than trained beginner martial artists.

Obviously, Cao Ben didn't have a hard time coping.

Actually, it was because Ning Chong was too strong, and several of the seventh class were inconspicuous. In terms of strength, Cao Ben can be called excellent even if he is in the first, second and third classes.

He should be majoring in physical arts, both strength and reaction, which have been tempered. The move is steady and accurate, and the momentum is strong. And he has strong physical fitness and strong ability to resist hits.

Although it seems on the scene, Cao Ben was besieged. But in fact, Cao Ben didn't suffer much damage, and he was good enough to fight back or defend.

Just when everyone thought that Cao Ben could pass the test.

In Han Shantong's mouth, there was another sharp whistle.

This time, the whistle sounded, and the tone changed.

The nine strong men in armor immediately suddenly changed their attack methods as if they had been ordered. They are like a herd of brute bulls, no longer playing with tricky fists and feet, but relying on their physical advantages to collide and squeeze Cao Ben.

But for a moment, Cao Ben seemed a little struggling.

Because of this group of strong men in armor, thick flesh and weight, and leather armor, even if Cao Ben fought back, hitting them was like scratching, and there was no harm.

But their collision had a great impact on Cao Benke. After all, they were a group, like a wall of flesh, rushing around, Cao Ben suffered a loss in size, and he couldn't cope with it immediately.

Ning Chong frowned again.

At this moment, in his eyes, this group of strong men in armor are like mutated iron-horned bulls without iron pincers on their heads. No matter how you attack, or how you look and feel, it's all vivid.

In other words, what Cao Ben faced was like nine cave mutated iron-horned heavenly bulls.

Ning Chong suddenly had a strange idea in his heart.

Could it be that this group of strong men is actually an iron-horned bull wearing human skin?

Time passed quickly.

Cao Ben was already staggered and behaved very embarrassed.

He suffers because he doesn't know the weaknesses of this group of strong men, and he doesn't have weapons in his hands. Relying on his fists and feet alone, he really can't gnaw at this group of strong men, and they are completely passive defense and unable to fight back.

Sad~~~

Han Shantong whistled again.

The group of strong men immediately seemed to stop working, and they all stood still.

It's a strange scene.

Cao Ben was already out of breath, sweating profusely.

Ning Chong couldn't help but shake his head secretly.

In this battle, Cao Ben's move power was very poor. In other words, he is fighting purely on physical fitness. In the use of qi and blood, it is also unqualified.

According to estimates, Cao Ben should already be the third ring of qi and blood.

However, the strength he is playing at the moment is not at all like the three rings of qi and blood.

"Okay, Cao Ben, come here. Su Qingxuan beckoned.

Cao Ben looked depressed and walked in front of Su Qingxuan in silence.

"What do you think?" asked Su Qingxuan lightly.

"I'm very aggrieved! I have the strength, but I can't use it. Cao Ben lowered his head and said.

Su Qingxuan nodded, and suddenly said to Zhao Wuji, "You go." ”

Zhao Wuji got up, his slender figure was already standing in the circle of strong men in armor.

"Cao Ben, pay attention!"

Han Shantong blew the whistle again.

The nine strong men in armor immediately seemed to start, and besieged Zhao Wuji again.

However, the situation on the field has changed dramatically.

Zhao Wuji's figure was like a blade, flashing and fast. No strong man could get close to him.

At the same time, Zhao Wuji's palm fought back like a blade.

Every style of his palm knife was swift and accurate, cutting into the throat of the strong man. It even looks like it's designed. The arms are always extremely precise, not a single point long, nor a point shorter.

Those strong men seemed to crash into each other automatically.

The crackling sound was endless. But in a moment, the throat of every strong man in armor automatically made Zhao Wuji cut it several times.

The battle is over.

Zhao Wuji stood in the circle like an ice sculpture.

Then all the strong men in armor were standing, and one after the other, they fell to the ground.

"Good kung fu!" Ning Chong couldn't help but applaud.

Xu Jiehui also looked envious, and applauded with Ning Chong.

Su Qingxuan smiled and applauded.

Cao Ben's face turned pale, and he gritted his teeth and applauded desperately.

No matter who is present, they can see that in terms of subtle moves, combat skills, and qi and blood control, Zhao Wuji is the existence of crushing Cao Ben.

Compared with Zhao Wuji, Cao Ben is like an unenlightened child.

"Teacher Su, please advise!"

Cao Ben blushed, bowed down and said loudly to Su Qingxuan.

It seems that Zhao Wuji's performance finally stimulated his self-esteem.

Ning Chong stared deeply at Zhao Wuji.

It wasn't until this moment that I knew that this indifferent classmate actually had such a deep foundation. It's exactly like a precision killing machine, ruthless and effective.

Ning Chong has a hundred ways to take out this group of strong men in armor. But Zhao Wuji relied on his perverted calmness and perverted control to complete the attack and kill without any tricks.

As soon as Cao Ben's words to Su Qingxuan fell, Su Qingxuan had already said lightly: "This is just the beginning, it's not a grind, let's do it again." ”

Han Shantong nodded and immediately blew the whistle again.

In the distance, in the dark wall, a thick fog rose again, and then another group of fierce puppet soldiers walked out slowly with neat steps.

Ning Chong's gaze was slightly solemn.

The puppet soldiers who appeared this time were about thirty people.

One of the teams in the front row was still a strong man in armor, but he was holding a long-handled sharp axe in his hand, and the cold light on the blade of the axe was flickering, and the blood was steaming.

In the back row, there is a taller and more athletic figure.

Each one of them is a long one. The armor on his body was full of sharp thorns. Even on a pair of long arms, it seems to be wearing a sickle, and the cold light is flickering.

If he is besieged by this group of puppet soldiers, let alone Zhao Wuji, I am afraid that Ning Chong will be able to deal with it without relying on weapons and other means.

"Ning Chong, this time, it's your turn. Su Qingxuan said lightly.

All the eyes of the audience were immediately fixed on Ning Chong.

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