After the people of the Tianhe Sword Gym left the Black Tail Martial Arts Hall.

Akto and the others surrounded Meng Xuan.

"Handsome exploded!! Instructor!! ”

Xia Kerou patted Meng Xuan's shoulder excitedly and shouted, and the others also looked excited.

None of them thought that Meng Xuan would be able to defeat Zhao Chuanwu, and still defeat the other party by cutting off the opponent's weapon, which was simply crushing!!

They have been bullied by the Tianhe Sword Gym for too long, and the previous coaches have been cut down by the leaders of the Tianhe Sword Gym to the point of being disabled, and even a few of them have been beaten.

It's a pity that his skills are not as good as others, and he can't tear his face with the Angel Gang, so he has long held his breath, not to mention how aggrieved he is.

Today, I finally raised my eyebrows once, not to mention how comfortable I was.

"Hey, Coach, why did your hair blow up, and why are your eyes so red?"

Akto looked at Meng Xuan curiously and said.

Meng Xuan was a little speechless, he was still in a state of blood source at this time, and the battle with Zhao Chuanwu took less than two minutes in total.

You can't leave this on for 10 minutes, can you? That's a little too uncomfortable.

Meng Xuan tried to concentrate his attention, and once again touched the inexplicable information about the blood-derived ability in his consciousness.

Relieve!

Whew!!

As the blood source ability was lifted, the pores of the whole body relaxed, and a large amount of heat and sweat were released from the pores, turning into a thin vapor when it was cold, permeating Meng Xuan's body.

"Damn, you're farting? It's all smoke!! ”

Akto, Xia Kerou and the others looked at Meng Xuan with frightened expressions and hurriedly walked away from him.

"It's not fart, it's sweat."

Meng Xuan said a little speechlessly, he didn't expect that the blood-derived ability could really be lifted halfway, but after being lifted halfway, there would still be a serious loss of physical energy in the body, and there would be a strong sense of fatigue both physically and mentally, if it was in battle, it would definitely have a great impact on the combat state.

However, the consumption of the body will also be smaller, easy to replenish, and the cooldown time may be shortened accordingly.

Meng Xuan felt that there was still a lot of room to be tapped into the blood-derived ability, just like the original abnormal sensing ability, even now, he might not dare to say that he had exerted the abnormal sensing ability to the extreme.

"Sweat?"

Cier said in confusion, boldly leaned over to Meng Xuan's side and sniffed it, and testified loudly for Meng Xuan: "It's really not a fart, it doesn't stink, you can smell it!" ”

Meng Xuan's face was expressionless, and he wanted to hack this fool to death with the wooden knife in his hand.

"Do you have bandages, help me stop the bleeding first."

Meng Xuan ignored the treasure-like Xi'er, and took off the loose martial arts uniform he was wearing on his upper body, revealing the gray close-fitting long sleeves inside.

At this time, the left back of the long sleeve has been stained red by a large amount of blood.

In such a fierce battle, the wound on Meng Xuan's back that had not completely healed had already collapsed.

Seeing this situation, Xia Kerou and Sevia hurriedly went to fetch the spare medical box of the Black Tail Martial Arts Pavilion, and when Akto and Si'er saw Meng Xuan's situation, they felt that there was no need to attend today's class, so they asked their students to go back to their respective homes first.

"Coach, did you just use the secret technique of a certain school in the Chikun Sword Technique?"

Sevia and Xia Kerou asked with some curiosity while taking out the bandages in the medicine box to stop bleeding and bandaging Meng Xuan.

"Esoteric skills?"

Meng Xuan was visibly stunned when he heard this term.

Sevia briefly repeated what she had just said to Aktor and the others to Meng Xuan.

"Some kind of mental training, or some other method, to produce some wonderful intuition and technique? A secret school of ancient martial arts that evolved from battlefield killing? ”

Meng Xuan was thoughtful when he heard this, and became interested in the secret transmission technique that Sevia said.

Obviously, Zhao Chuanwu used this kind of skill just now, and to a certain extent, the two ritual abilities he has now can also be regarded as a secret technique.

For example, abnormal sensation is actually the comprehensive ability of physical reflexes and crisis premonitions, and those elite soldiers who have been on the battlefield for a long time can forge this instinct between life and death.

For example, blood source, by manipulating the hormone level in the body, pushes the body's physical energy to another level in a short period of time, in fact, it is also related to psychological factors, and there are similar examples in Meng Xuan's memories in his previous life.

For example, when people are extremely angry, or when they are extremely crazy, the hormones and quality levels in all aspects of the body will rise sharply and burst out with stronger strength, so fighters and competitive players must conduct psychological counseling and make psychological hints before the game, in order to play a 12-point competitive state.

Perhaps, from these secret techniques, he can learn more.

I wonder if there is a powerful method among these secret techniques that can break through the limits of human beings, and did the Nelson civilization back then use similar methods to break through the boundaries? ’

Meng Xuan secretly guessed in his heart.

What he is walking now is actually not the path of evolution of the orthodox Nelson civilization, but a new path that has been created by studying the power of distortion after the advent of the twist, it is difficult to say where he can go, if there is a choice, Meng Xuan is actually more inclined to the orthodox Nelson path of cultivation.

At least not so much unspeakably weird.

Being a human being, of course, is safety first.

"Defeating Zhao Chuanwu, I think the coach should have a strong professional-level level!"

Sevia's eyes were a little excited, Meng Xuan was a person from the Martial Arts Pavilion, the stronger he was, the stronger his power naturally meant that the stronger their power was, an amateur level could not have any impact on the situation in the entire North District, but when he reached the professional level, or even a strong professional level, it was a completely different concept.

"Pro-level? Is it at the level of a professional fighter and a professional martial artist? ”

Meng Xuan asked with some curiosity.

"This is actually the common hierarchical name in our underground boxing arenas. The so-called professional level does not only refer to professional fighters and professional fighters, on the contrary, because there are too many restrictions on the rules, some professional fighters and professional fighters cannot reach the level of combat effectiveness at the professional level. ”

Sevia explained.

"Who is that pro-level?"

Xia Kerou seemed to have heard of the term professional-level before, but she didn't know the specific grading system.

"Professional level, in fact, refers to the fighting level of actual combat killing skills, generally speaking, refers to elite special forces, professional killers, powerful people in the underground boxing unrestricted fighting and other fighters with killing skills as the fundamental profession, professional level, in fact, there is another name, called 'humanoid weapons', or 'killing machines'."

Sevia continued.

"Humanoid weapons?"

Meng Xuan repeated the noun.

"Yes, because professional-level martial artists are all existences with a certain skill far beyond ordinary people, and ordinary people are actually as fragile as chickens in front of these people, and they can be pinched to death at any time."

Meng Xuan nodded slightly when he heard this, his current strength, and then opening the blood source state, facing ordinary people, he was already able to easily kill with one blow.

Killing people is now a casual thing for him.

"In the era of cold weapons, professional-level masters put on armor, rode war horses, and held sharp weapons, and one person could almost break up the formation of dozens or hundreds of people, so in ancient times, this kind of master was also called ······"

"Warriors!"