After testing Shi Qinghuai's "true" ability, Feng Zheng already had the intention of killing in his hands. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info his fists and feet became more and more fierce, and the move did not deviate from the vital point, and the dagger that was retracted into the cuff was like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter several times, and it was only a big difference from Shi Qinghuai's throat and chest socket, and perhaps the opponent could be fatal under a carelessness.

However, in this tense and fierce battle, Shi Qinghuai's "prophet" function was brought into full play, he was like a nimble fish swimming in the water, easily dodging every deadly attack, and even finding a gap to counterattack. Several confident kill-assing offensives were defused, and Feng Zheng's physical strength began to pant quietly.

The two trialists whose physical strength surpassed ordinary people clashed for ten minutes, and both sides finally began to sweat and gasp, and their spirits also tended to be depressed. Both of them had some minor injuries on their bodies, but in terms of degree, there were slightly more bruises on Shi Qinghuai's body.

"Prophets are prophets, why is this kid getting more and more energetic the more he fights, is it possible that the 'prophet' attribute can also increase people's spiritual power?" Feng Zheng was puzzled. At this level, even he will inevitably have a moment of mental disability, after all, no matter how strong the trialist is, it is impossible to concentrate for more than ten minutes, and the high-intensity energy consumption will inevitably bring a brain weakness that is difficult to control. But looking at Shi Qinghuai, on the other hand, not only did he not have any lack of energy, but the more he fought, the more energetic he became, as if he had endless energy in his body.

From the steady upper hand at the beginning, to the opponent in the later chess, Feng Zheng, who is now declining in energy, is already a little overwhelmed by Shi Qinghuai's offensive.

"Yes, the ability to 'predict the future' is related to the mental strength of the brain, I'm afraid this kid has done special training in this area." Feng Zheng could only comfort himself with this guess, but he didn't even guess the opponent's ability type correctly. However, his thoughts can be regarded as crooked, because "alchemy" is also one of the abilities that extremely test the spirit.

It has to be done quickly......

Feeling the double flow of his physical strength and energy, Feng Zheng's hand became more and more ruthless, and the blade in his hand was too lazy to hide it in his sleeve, and he directly held it in his hand and posed in a posture of exchanging his life for his life, relying on the fierce offensive rhythm to force Shi Qinghuai to retreat continuously.

The two of them hit the wall in the corner from the middle of the aisle, and when they turned sideways, it was the crack in the wall where Guo Mengtao was hiding, and the strength of the fists and feet between the trialists was unattainable by ordinary people. Guo Mengtao almost resisted the urge to cough, letting the wall ash splash on her body, she wanted to choose a target to shoot several times, but watching the two figures entangled with each other in the dark corridor, she couldn't lock on to the target without touching the gun much.

With a muffled bang, Shi Qinghuai ate Feng Zheng's kick and almost smashed into the crack in the wall in the shadows.

At this moment, the positions of the two in the battle temporarily diverged, and Feng Zheng was obliquely facing Guo Mengtao's muzzle!

The corners of Guo Mengtao's eyes jumped, and she subconsciously wanted to pull the trigger of the shotgun in her hand.

Other...... Shi Qinghuai's eyes were quick, and he secretly pushed her muzzle away, and then shook his head inaudibly into the crack in the wall. The contract made it clear that those who interfered in the duel would be dragged into the underworld by Hades, it was a theocratic contract written in Enoch, and Shi Qinghuai would not let his companions risk shooting at such a great risk no matter what.

Taking advantage of Shi Qinghuai's small movements, Feng Zheng pressed forward again, and the blade in his hand pulled out a middle finger-long wound on Shi Qinghuai's upper body. Shi Qinghuai took advantage of the situation and retreated sharply, and took Feng Zheng out of the gap in the corner, and the two of them made a few more moves, and Shi Qinghuai, who was distracted by him, was kicked on the wooden door, and his body smashed the door and flew into the guest room.

Feng Zheng, who grasped the opportunity, jumped high, and the blade in his hand stabbed Shi Qinghuai's chest with the momentum of thunder, Shi Qinghuai didn't have time to get up for a while, and in a hurry, his fingers poked into the opponent's eyes in the air, wanting to repeat the old trick to force the opponent back. As a result, in the face of the oncoming fingers, Feng Zheng didn't blink his eyelids, and the blade in his hand still went straight into Shi Qinghuai's heart.

Blood splattered out, and at the critical moment, Shi Qinghuai moved his body, so that the sharp blade only pierced into the side ribs of his body. However, even if the blade was not long, the force of the blow that fell from the sky was ridiculously large, and vaguely Shi Qinghuai felt that his ribs had been broken a few times, and his internal organs were also shaken.

His mouth was sour, and he opened his mouth to spit out a pool of blood.

Again!

His blow was obviously aimed at Feng Zheng's eyes, but in the end it landed on the other party's shoulder, which was still in the same position as before, as if it was Feng Zheng's shoulder that he attacked at the beginning.

He hit the opponent's body several times before, but there was no similar situation, and only when he wanted to attack the opponent's throat, eyeballs and other parts, would this kind of target misalignment mistake occur...... In this way, the use of the opponent's ability is about to come out.

Weakness attack shift? Such words popped up in Shi Qinghuai's mind.

Before he could analyze more, Feng Zheng lifted him up, and threw him out of the room with a neat over-the-shoulder fall. The sharp pain in his chest almost made Shi Qinghuai lose the ability to continue fighting, and he barely stood up against the wall, his left hand covering the wound stained with bright red blood.

"Well, do you already see the end of your future?" Feng Zheng, who had the chance to win, put on the posture of a victor and asked jokingly, "I'm curious, in the future you see, how will I kill you?" ”

Shi Qinghuai didn't answer the question, but coughed up two mouthfuls of blood foam, and his broken ribs unconsciously pierced into his lungs, making him feel more and more difficult to breathe. Fortunately, the trialist's physical fitness is beyond ordinary people, and he will not die if he is stabbed in the lungs, otherwise he would have more air in and less air at this time.

"As long as I ...... Ahem...... Attack your weaknesses...... Will...... Ahem...... Transfer to the shoulder...... There...... Is that right? He struggled to hold up the wall to keep himself from falling, and at the same time, he wanted to buy himself time to recover.

Feng Zheng is not a character who likes to show off, and he also knows the law that villains die from talking too much. However, given that the contract was signed before, it is impossible for anyone else to interfere, not to mention that there are only him and Shi Qinghuai in the corridor, so there will be no accident no matter how much you talk. So he unscrupulously revealed his secret: "That's right, this is my ability, which I named 'spatial dislocation'. ”

It's not the weakness attack shift, it's the spatial misalignment...... Shi Qinghuai was thoughtful.

"Why, are you desperate? Your 'Predicting the Future' is at most a Level IV quality original ability, and my 'Spatial Dislocation' is a recognized Level V quality ability in the Theocratic Forum, and you can't be wronged if you lose to me. Feng Zheng played with the blade in his hand, letting the knife flower turn gracefully between his fingers, "Although the level of my ability is only as good as the entry level, and I can't manipulate the upside-down space and distance in a large area, but the transfer of a small position can still be easily done...... For example, the space of each weak part of the body is dislocated and reversed from the space of a certain designated position, of course, this designated space must be on me, and I am not strong enough to manipulate the space in the distance at will......"

"So you chose the shoulder?" Shi Qinghuai used a question sentence, but his tone was quite affirmative.

"That's right." Feng Zheng smiled, "From the moment your saber was taken off, the outcome of this battle had already been decided, because you lost the only weapon that could hurt my shoulder. Of course, even if you don't give up your weapon, your chances of victory are extremely slim, because I can attack your vital point at will, and you can only hurt my shoulder. ”