Chen Qingkong felt the unprecedented change, but he didn't notice a thing, the angel's eyes originally emitted a soft red light, and when the eye of the forbidden area slowly took effect, the light turned a faint blue. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Chen Qingkong came to the front of the tester, raised his hand and began to practice regularly.

One punch, 19786 kg.

Again, 6543 kg.

Little by little, it wasn't until Chen Qingkong could hit 0.02 kilograms on the tester that he stopped, slowly recalling the strength of each punch.

Then he went to the side of the lounge area and began to try to grab the water glass on the table.

The first time I didn't control the strength well, the water cup turned into a pile of crystal fragments as soon as it came into contact, the second time it was a little worse, and the third time, although I tried very hard, I also pinched the water cup out of the crack.

In about half an hour, Chen Qingkong completely controlled the power of this angel, not because of that kind of experience, but simply memory and calculation.

Feeling that he could control it, Chen Qingkong disconnected the link and used his private brain to contact Zhao Yuan.

Three days sounds like a long time, but Chen Qingkong knows that there is definitely not much time left for him. Completing the assessment is just a chance, and he needs more time to learn how to complete the task. He absolutely did not believe that he could participate in a mission without knowing anything.

The faster he wins against Zhao Yuan, the better his chances of making money.

When Zhao Yuan returned here, Chen Qingkong had already reconnected with the angel and was practicing martial arts in the open space. As a cadet on the military side, the Foundation Academy has a large number of mixed martial arts courses, which is why Chen Qingkong dares to challenge.

The first thing Zhao Yuan saw was the pale blue light on Chen Qingkong's angelic face. Zhao Yuan's pupils contracted violently, showing his inner unpeace.

**The angel of control, the red light of the eyes can be said to be a common sense. And not so long ago, the angel's eyes were glowing red.

What happened during this time?

"Chen Qingkong, are you sure you want to start the assessment now?"

"Yes."

Angels do not have a vocal organization of their own, and rely on external devices to make sounds.

"Before that, I'll teach you a sentence that may be an iron rule that every god master needs to know. Angels are mysterious, and thousands of years are still mysterious, so everything involving the angels themselves should never be asked.

I'll teach you how to fight, how to use weapons, how to complete missions. But for the rest, everything that involves the angels themselves, never ask! ”

Zhao Yuan repeated one thing twice, and Chen Qingkong couldn't help but be curious. But many things can't be done out of curiosity, just like what Zhao Yuan said now.

Zhao Yuan lay down in the link cabin, and Chen Qingkong looked at his link steps carefully, and many details were not mastered well.

Zhao Yuan should have controlled the angel for many years, although he didn't know his past, he should have graduated from a junior or intermediate college, Chen Qingkong felt the weight of Liu Yin's video for the first time.

Zhao Yuan controlled an angel, loosened his shoulders when he got down from the metal frame, and did not walk towards Chen Qingkong, but walked to another corner, where a large number of weapons and equipment were stacked.

Zhao Yuan took a long knife and pressed a button on the handle, the handle of the long knife began to redden, and the high temperature made the air around the long knife twist.

"Cold weapons?" Chen Qingkong said with some surprise.

Although the angel he controlled was wearing standard armor, it was definitely not something that could be cut through by a cold weapon.

"It seems that you are a real dish. The Flame Knife, one of the Angel's standard equipment, has an average temperature of 17,000 degrees Celsius, and with the Angel's arm strength, cutting you in half is as easy as cutting a cake. ”

As soon as Zhao Yuan finished speaking, his legs suddenly rushed towards Chen Qingkong, and there was a dull sound in the room.

Chen Qingkong watched Zhao Yuan rush over and began to frantically calculate how to deal with it, but it was too fast!

The two were more than forty meters apart, and when Zhao Yuan rushed to Chen Qingkong's side, Chen Qingkong didn't react at all, but just subconsciously dodged to the side.

The crimson knife light flashed, and half of Chen Qingkong's left arm was cut off, just like Zhao Yuan said, as simple as cutting a cake.

Chen Qingkong swept the wound on his left arm with his residual light, which had been completely scorched, and the incision was unusually smooth.

Zhao Yuan's attack just now, from the moment he moved to the time he hit, Chen Qingkong expected that it would definitely not exceed half a second, and at that moment, Zhao Yuan's speed definitely exceeded four hundred kilometers per hour.

Chen Qingkong's heart sank completely and miscalculated. With such a speed, such an explosion, in such a small environment, his computing power and reaction ability could not keep up at all.

"Were you just in a daze? Don't speculate about angels with the weak human body, the power of angels is not something you can imagine. After Zhao Yuan finished speaking, he exerted his strength again,

This time, the distance between the two was less than ten meters, and in the blink of an eye, Chen Qingkong's right arm flew out.

"My fit is only 21 percent, so theoretically, you're faster and more powerful than me. However, you are completely unable to harness the power of the angels. Zhao Yuan moved again, and Chen Qingkong's left leg was cut off.

Chen Qingkong lost a leg and could no longer maintain his balance, and when he fell, Zhao Yuan moved again, and the knife flashed and cut off his last leg.

Chen Qingkong, who had lost his limbs, was lying on the ground face up, unable to move.

Chen Qingkong didn't feel hopeless, he was just a little bitter. He has no combat experience at all, and in a fight with humans, his calculation speed can perfectly keep up with the slow movements of humans. But in the battle of angels, calculation and reaction speed, become the supporting role, the real protagonist, is the instinct of battle.

According to Zhao Yuan's ability, he would never be able to control the angel in such a high-speed movement, everything he did was according to instinct, instinctive acceleration, and instinctive slashing.

Instinct has nothing to do with talent, it's just the accumulation of time. And time is what Chen Qingkong lacks the most.

"Don't you feel any pain at all?" Zhao Yuan turned off the heating system on the long knife and looked condescendingly at Chen Qingkong, whose limbs had been cut off.

"Okay." Chen Qingkong replied vaguely.

"You're in too much of a hurry, according to your fit, you'll definitely be stronger than me and that slut in time, what you need is time."

"But I don't have time."

"Forget it, an angel is 37,000 federal coins, just count it in your heart."

"Are you telling the truth? When it comes to the mystery of angels, can't ask? Chen Qingkong suddenly asked an inexplicable question.

"This is the iron law of the gods, and the angels themselves represent mystery, and mystery cannot be answered." Although Zhao Yuan was a little curious, he still replied.

"That's good."