After the procession, the young man who had been following Jamat silently finally spoke.

"Dad, I'll do it this time. ”

"Are you still complaining about your father and taking out your quota this time as a bet?"

Jamat glanced at Hazar, his tone was a little helpless, but he said firmly:

"You must know that if we want our Nikus to maintain their current status, your brother alone, or you alone, will not be enough, so you must fight for more places for the clan before entering the official school. ”

It would be false to say that he didn't complain, but Hachar also knew that what his father said was the truth, don't look at the fact that Jamat can still hold the bull's ear in the major tribes now, it is because his strength can temporarily suppress the Tusi of other tribes, if after a few years, once the children of other tribes who have entered the official school return, it is difficult to say whether they can keep it.

And every year the quota given by the empire to the major tribes is fixed, and each tribe can only speak by strength if they want to get more places, so that those tribes who are qualified to compete will not reveal the true strength of their children until the last moment.

But it doesn't matter now, once you lose this competition, it doesn't matter much if you don't expose it.

Martial arts arena, stone cast in the ring.

Hazar's face was calm, and he spoke:

"What's your name, I, Hazar, am an undefeated and nameless general. ”

Looking at Hachar, who was a head taller than him and had a rebellious face, Yang Zhi also had no good tone.

"I also have a bad habit of not telling people who are obviously not opponents by name, which is a bit cheap. ”

"Since you know it's a bad habit and you don't change it, then I'll help you change it. ”

Hachar smiled coldly, his fists slowly clenched, and a faint but impossible to ignore fluctuation flowed in his fists, and there were waves of oppression like moving against the wind and vibrating outward.

Only then did Yang Zhi notice that Hazar's palms were tightly tied with thick bandages, and in his observation, these bandages seemed to be torn from the inside out by sharp energy, scattered into sections.

Suddenly, his inhuman palm was finally revealed in front of everyone's eyes.

It was an ugly pair of palms, like the folds and furrows of an old man's face, and if I had to describe it as an animal that resembled it, it would have to be chicken feet.

Slightly brewing, Hazar stomped on the ground with the soles of his feet, and his body rushed straight towards Yang Zhi, who was dozens of steps away, and when he rushed, his clenched fists stretched out, and some sharp nails on his ten fingers were glowing with a little coldness.

"Eagle Strike. ”

Eagle Strike is not an ordinary martial arts practice, if you want to cultivate it, you must break ten fingers from an early age, pull out your nails, and use secret techniques to make the claws of other eagle monsters grow on your fingers.

It is conceivable that if you want to practice such exercises, what kind of torture you have to go through halfway, of course, as long as you persevere, the rewards are rich, and this set of exercises can allow martial arts to borrow some of the abilities of the Warcraft in advance.

"Jamaiti, you Mukkus are so deeply hidden, if it weren't for this competition, no one would have known that Hazar had cultivated Eagle Strike to the point where he could freely collect and release, and it was only one step away from releasing his strength!"

"When he can turn the eagle strike into substance and completely release it, it will not be far from breaking through to the martial soul. ”

Hearing that Hazar had practiced eagle strike, the toasts were still skeptical, but at this time, they breathed a sigh of relief. Although they were not optimistic about Yang Zhi, they couldn't help but be a little nervous when they saw Zhang Zengshu's confident appearance.

Hazar can win, and with his strength, he will naturally grab more places in the next inter-clan quota competition, but it is better than losing them and having nothing.

Seeing everyone's performance in his eyes, Zhang Zengshu sneered in his heart, Yang Zhi could defeat even a fourth-level host, let alone a martial artist who was more than a grade lower than it?

When he was only a few positions away from Yang Zhi, Hachar's figure suddenly stopped, and his right claw tore a tricky arc, straight to Yang Zhi's throat.

It's not the first time he's dealt with these martial cultivators, so in the face of the attacking claws, Yang Zhi raised his right palm unhurriedly, and in his virtual grip, a giant que stretched out.

Yang Zhi blocked Juque in his hand, and then slashed outward with his backhand, which was to bite Hachar tightly and shake Juque is claws open.

Under this huge resistance without warning, Hachar's face changed, his body seemed to be counterattacked by a heavy hammer, and his feet retreated sharply for more than ten steps before he stopped his body in some embarrassment.

On the high platform, looking at this scene, the faces of the toasts who looked at each other and smiled were suddenly taken by surprise and exhaled.

"Horcruxes?"

Among them, Jamaiti was the most shocked, and others were just guessing, but as Hachar's father, Jamat could almost say with certainty that the giant sword in Yang Zhi's hand was a Horcrux.

In fact, Hazar has already stepped into the realm of martial soul with one foot, and what he lacks is only an opportunity to break through, otherwise with his current strength and the bonus of the Eagle Strike Technique, it is impossible to be repelled by ordinary weapons.

"You... You actually own a Horcrux?"

Stretching out his somewhat sore arms, Hachar's face changed slightly, and he asked with a stubble. Seeing Yang Zhi take out a giant sword with several holes in his heart before, Hazar was disdainful, but when his claws clashed with the giant sword, he realized that he was wrong.

Where is this broken sword, it is clearly a sword horcrux, otherwise his pair of sharp claws can not be resisted by ordinary soldiers, but fortunately, on the body of the giant sword, Hachar did not feel the spiritual power released.

This is to blow away the haze in Hazar's heart, what if there is a Horcrux, at least below the fourth level, he has the strength to stabilize Yang Zhi.

Horcruxes?

Hehe.

Yang Zhi glanced at him lightly, with disdain on his face, how could Juque be comparable to ordinary weapons in the virtual small world?

Looking at Yang Zhi, who didn't pay attention to him, Hachar's face shook slightly, his teeth gritted, mixed with anger, and rushed towards Yang Zhi again.

His face calmly looked at Hachar who was rushing straight forward, in the previous battle with him, Yang Zhi had already figured out his fighting style, and like himself, he took the same fierce attack path.

If it were those light and treacherous exercises, Yang Zhi might still be afraid, but if he wanted to fight fiercely, Yang Zhi who was holding a giant que had not been timid.

The silence was to brew a more fiery outburst, and when Hazar swept through the defense line in Yang Zhi's heart, Yang Zhi finally made a move. His figure leaned forward slightly, like a prey ready to attack, and swept out.