There was a pinprick feeling in all directions, Yan Hua didn't dare to act rashly, the only thing he could do was to move his eyes to look for traces of the enemy.

Yan Hua felt as if all his joints were locked and could not function, every muscle was numb and stiff as if it had been soaked in ice water, and even opening his mouth to ask for help had become a luxury.

The Shadow Dragon and Yan Hua had an unpleasant and unforgettable encounter in the Blackwater Swamp, when he was less than a centimeter away from the Grim Reaper, and the Shadow Dragon was also killed by Ling Feixue within easy reach of Yan Hua after welcoming Yan Hua in a unique way.

Yan Hua almost survived, and there was a deep fear after the shock, but because of the later incident between the Black Swamp Dragon and the Wind Splitting Beast, the unpopular role of the Phantom Dragon was quickly forgotten by Yan Hua.

It wasn't until Yan Hua entered the senior school district and witnessed the corpse of this three-star ability beast and met the other party in the battle hallucination that he finally discovered that the original fear had not gradually disappeared with time.

It just hid in his heart and quietly spread like a poisonous weed, and by the time Yan Hua found out, this fear had grown to the point that Yan Hua had to face it.

It is normal for people to have a fear of something, and the source of this fear does not necessarily have to be those powerful beasts and ghosts, but it may also be a claustrophobic environment, a dense group, a weak bug, or a cute little animal.

This was an instinctive reaction that came from the depths of his heart, and it had nothing to do with the contrast of strength, not to mention that Yan Hua was not the opponent of the Phantom Dragon in the first place.

The Phantom Dragon is the fear in Yan Hua's heart!

"I must be able to, I've been fighting with so many three-star abilities in the past half a month, and the Phantom Dragon is just a three-star level ability beast, so there must be no problem."

Yan Hua knew that he was afraid, so he kept encouraging himself in his heart, wanting to get rid of this fear in his heart, but there was always a thought that reminded him that this was reality, and he was not in the illusion of battle now.

Although the illusion of battle can also make people feel the realistic pain of death, but just like Chen Shui said, fake is fake after all.

Yan Hua had already experienced hundreds of "deaths" in battle hallucinations, and had also felt the pain brought to him by various ways of dying, but these were only false deaths.

But even the feelings and threats brought by a thousand false deaths were far less terrifying and desperate than a real death.

Yan Hua tried to dispel his fear of the Shadow Dragon with the larger and more ferocious Abilities Beasts he had seen during combat training, but all of them failed.

Even though he had been able to survive the battle illusion for more than six hours and fought with the top-level three-star ability beast to a near-tie, in the face of the elusive Shadow Dragon, Yan Hua still did not have the confidence to defeat the opponent or escape from the opponent's hands.

Yan Hua is like a prey who has been thrown to the chopping board for mermaid meat, and he can't even do the most basic resistance and struggle.

"Sha~Sha~" The sound of fine and slight grass and trees rubbing sounded, but Yan Hua couldn't tell whether these movements were made by the shadow dragon or simply wind and grass.

Yan Hua couldn't even tense his whole body nervously now, so he could only try to turn his gaze to follow the prestige, but he only saw a few small grasses that gradually stopped shaking.

The dense grass lay out like a carpet on the side of the road, showing no signs of bending and crushing, and it was clear that the Phantom Dragon was not there.

Gradually, even the sound of grass and trees grinding against each other soon fell silent, and the surrounding world fell into absolute silence again.

This was the calm before the storm, Yan Hua didn't know why the Shadow Dragon suddenly stopped, but he knew that the other party must have lurked in some corner that he couldn't see, staring at him, waiting for the best sneak attack.

Both chameleons and shadow dragons are nature's most patient assassins. Yan Hua believed that if the Phantom Dragon didn't make a move, it would be a nirvanal attack.

The invisible Grim Reaper slowly approached, and maybe the next second would be the end of life, which made the string in Yan Hua's mind taut to the verge of breaking.

At this moment, in the midst of the great terror between life and death, Yan Hua miraculously calmed down and thought of a way to save himself.

Yan Hua slowly adjusted this breath, and then closed his eyes to block all his perceptions, and entered meditation.

It was the only way he could think of at the moment, and while it took a long five minutes to get into the perfect state of "Coming First", it would help him forget his fear of the Shadow Dragon and allow him to use his full strength; Or you can give yourself a chance to unleash a blow beyond your limits and turn defeat into victory.

Yan Hua can only gamble, betting that he can turn defeat into victory in this battle facing fear, and the stake of this gamble is his life.

Fortunately, even if Yan Hua unfortunately lost the bet, he could be regarded as relieved from the fear of the Phantom Dragon.

Fortunately, out of the hunter's caution, the Shadow Dragon seemed to be frightened by Yan Hua's action of closing his eyes and standing in place, and chose to continue to observe instead of taking this opportunity to make a move, buying Yan Hua a lot of time.

Yan Hua was originally a little worried that the Shadow Dragon would attack while he closed his eyes, but until two minutes passed, the meditation was still not interrupted, and Yan Hua's senses also fell into complete nothingness.

The Phantom Dragon suddenly felt that something seemed to be wrong with his prey, and although he was still a little hesitant to make a rash move, but driven by hunger, the Phantom Dragon still decided to strike first!

A dark red afterimage appeared behind Yan Hua out of thin air, stabbing towards Yan Hua's neck at an astonishing speed without any warning.

Yan Hua, who was the target, still didn't react in the slightest, until the phantom dragon's thorny tongue had touched the hair on Yan Hua's neck, and Yan Hua's body finally moved.

Without seeing any swing in his legs, Yan Hua's entire body directly moved out, dodging the Shadow Dragon's attack. Then Yan Hua's waist turned sharply, and at the same time, his right hand was clenched into a fist, and the second hair slammed into the tongue of the Phantom Dragon, blocking the tongue that rolled upside down like a long whip in front of him.

A silent wave of air rolled up the grass clippings on the ground, and then before the grass clippings fell, a powerful force suddenly erupted from the fist against the dark red long tongue.

The powerful force stirred the air, wringing all the grass clippings in the sky into powder, and at the same time, using the Shadow Dragon's long and tough tongue as the carrier, it drove straight into the Shadow Dragon's body.

It was still the same silence, straight lines running between Yan Hua's fists and the low bushes, and then a reptilian figure slowly emerged, dead gray skin and dull eyes indicating that it was dead.

Blood flowed silently down the corner of the Shadow Dragon's mouth, quickly staining the large patch of grass beneath him red.

"Smack!"

The tough tongue landed weakly like a dead viper in a pool of blood on the grass with a soft thud.

Yan Hua slowly withdrew his fist and let out a sigh of relief as he looked at the corpse of the Shadow Dragon the size of a crocodile behind him, a deep look of tiredness appeared on his face.

A short victory, but a long confrontation.

Although his physical strength was not consumed much, he was mentally more sleepy than after a dozen simulated battles.

Yan Hua didn't know why the Shadow Dragon would waste two minutes before attacking him, but he didn't have the slightest interest in studying the Shadow Dragon's motives at this time.

Because Yan Hua's heart at this time was completely occupied by the joy of breakthrough.

Two minutes, which is more than half the previous five, is not a huge improvement.

"Because of the pressure of death, did you break through?" Yan Hua looked at his hands and guessed, his eyes with excitement looking extremely bright against the tiredness on his face.

The excitement gradually subsided, Yan Hua looked at the corpse on the ground again, and found that he didn't seem to be as afraid of this elusive guy as before.

"Deepen fear, understand fear, and ultimately overcome fear." Yan Hua thought about the words he had heard before, and felt that his heart was a lot stronger, and even his actual combat power seemed to have been improved accordingly.

Yan Hua didn't bother with the corpse of the Shadow Dragon that fell to the ground, but took one last look at the Shadow Dragon's gray body soaked in the academy, silently remembered this scene in his heart, and then turned to leave.

Three or four hours after Yan Hua left, a figure in a white coat suddenly appeared in the field again.

Yin Yu saw the tail sticking out of the bushes at a glance, and his eyes lit up slightly, but when he walked in, he found that his experimental object had been dead for a long time.

"Someone was killed?" Yin Xu's brows furrowed slightly, and then he realized that this place was not far from the combat training room, and it might be the hand of some teacher who moved when he passed by, so he was relieved.

As an experiment, Yin Shu naturally wanted to recover the corpse of the Phantom Dragon, but the moment Yin Shu's fingers touched the corpse, his face suddenly changed, as if he had been stung and withdrew his palm.

Yin Yu looked around with gloomy eyes, and found that no one was passing by, so he bent down again and grabbed the corpse of the Shadow Dragon in his hand, and turned to leave the area.

……

In the clean and tidy laboratory, the sharp scalpel slashed steadily along the corpse's chest, dissecting the corpse of the Shadow Dragon entirely.

Yin Yu put the bloodstained scalpel back into the plate, and just wanted to open the incision, but before he could do it, a puddle of pulpy objects of unknown meaning gushed out from the wound, and at the same time, the corpse of the ghost dragon, which had roughly maintained its appearance, gradually dried up like a leaky water bag.

In the end, only one skin was left on the dissecting table!

Yin Yu looked at the Shadow Dragon, who only had a complete skin bag left on his body, and his eyes behind the blindfold showed such a look.

"The exterior is intact, but the inside is completely pureed." Yin Yu looked at the only small red dot on the top of the Phantom Dragon's tongue again, and his face under the mask gradually became solemn, "Although it is suspected of being a trick, it is not simple." ”

"There is no trace of being attacked by the ability." Yin Yu flipped the skin in his hand, his brows furrowed, "And this ghost dragon has barely reached four stars in strength after my transformation test."

Therefore, the one who can do this must at least be a four-rank peak enhancement superpower, and it must also be a guy who develops the direction of strength.

But is there such a person among the teachers and students who are staying in school now? ”

"Pei Luoshi, Chen Shui, old wood?" Yin Shu suddenly thought of something, and his eyes became even more gloomy, "Have they already discovered something?" ”

The temperature in the laboratory dropped and rose suddenly, and Yin Shu had returned to his usual demeanor and began to slowly put away the dissecting table.

It's just that the shadow dragon skin that was originally placed on the dissecting table and the puddle of paste of unknown meaning have all disappeared, leaving behind a pile of crystals as fine as sand.

The crystals were swept into the side sink and washed into the sewer with the flow of water cleaning the scalpel.