But I also felt that this description was somewhat disrespectful to this strong person.
"Without a trace" is another way of saying it.
"It's like a mountain, lying there in the middle."
Shadow Nine also became interested.
"When you see someone virtuous, think of emulating them. Since you say this figure is as majestic as a mountain, what insights do you have?"
Ying Jiu's original intention was to let Wuhen learn the opponent's defense.
Stop this damn reckless fighting style, where it's always about you slashing me and me stabbing you, and whoever bleeds out first dies first.
It's alright when Ying Jiu is by his side, but what will Wuhen do if Ying Jiu is no longer there?
Clearly, Wuhen and Yingjiu are not on the same page.
"Since he's as steady as a mountain..."
A fierce fighting spirit rose in Wuhen's eyes, and the sword in his hand became blazing hot.
"Then let's cut this mountain in two!"
I wield my sword without leaving a trace, and will forge ahead without hesitation!
Shadow Nine: ...It's hopeless, just bury it.
"By the way, do you remember the summer camp I told you about the other day?"
Ying Jiu quickly changed the subject.
"What's your decision?"
This was originally planned for Xue Meng, to gather a group of talented individuals at summer camp, to train and grow together...
Who would have thought that the strongest seed had changed, and it wasn't Xue Meng, but Wuhen.
"Oh, you mean the summer camp training..."
Hearing Ying Jiu's words, Wuhen nodded slightly.
Should I become an instructor?
Shadow Nine: ......
"OK."
...
The first special training camp.
On the very first day of school, something went wrong.
"Who else!"
"Who else!"
Inside the training hall, a burly man with muscles as strong as steel looked around and shouted.
He single-handedly defeated almost everyone!
Behind Xue Meng, dozens of the most promising young men lay on the ground, none of them able to stand up.
Not far away, a young instructor, with a three-foot sword at his waist, couldn't help but frown when he saw this scene.
Too much rigidity leads to breakage; Xue Meng still needs more practice.
But now that he's an instructor, it's not appropriate for him to directly attack Xue Meng. Wouldn't that be bullying the younger generation?
Wuhen looked down and glanced at his own shadow.
I heard that Xue Meng is Xue Jiu's son?
I heard that Uncle Nine is Xue Jiu's shadow?
I heard that Uncle Nine punched the strongest seed a few days ago?
Oh, no need to hear about that, he got it himself.
Every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt has its debtor. Although Wuhen cannot defeat Uncle Jiu, he can easily defeat Xue Meng.
Let's ask Xue Meng to collect some interest.
Wuhen stood in the corner, waiting for his chance to strike.
Xue Meng looked around again and found that all his peers had been knocked down and no one could get up.
Wait, it seems like someone...
Xue Meng's punches were heavy. With just one punch, they knew how big the gap was between them. They were not even in the same league, and it was impossible for them to defeat Xue Meng.
Anyone with a modicum of sense would not get up after falling to the ground and become Xue Meng's human punching bag.
But with so many people, there are bound to be some who aren't quite right in the head.
Liu Qingyan's mind isn't very sharp.
He braced himself on the ground with his arms and actually tried to get up again!
Liu Qingyan's classmate next to her became anxious.
"Qingyan, lie down quickly, the instructor will be here in a little while."
"Wu Ziqi, don't get in my way."
Liu Qingyan pushed the other person's hand away, stood up, and stood in front of Xue Meng.
He swayed a few times and clenched his fists.
Xue Meng looked at this guy who couldn't even stand up straight. Although he had some backbone, his strength was lacking.
Xue Meng grinned and said,
"If you can hit me even once, I'll bring you food every day!"
In the corner, Wuhen raised an eyebrow.
oh?
The wind passes without leaving a trace.
Even the shadow that remained in place couldn't see clearly what had happened.
Bang!
That's the sound of a fist hitting someone's eye.
Crisp and loud.
The geniuses who were knocked to the ground by Xue Meng even forgot to wail at this moment.
The entire room fell silent.
A dark bruise appeared on Xue Meng's face, right in the eye socket.
Standing in front of Xue Meng was none other than Liu Qingyan, who was throwing a punch.
Liu Qingyan looked at his fist, then at Xue Meng's face.
The answer is already quite obvious.
Liu Qingyan, who was swaying unsteadily, suddenly became clever.
A sudden inspiration struck him, and he blurted out something without thinking.
"I... I hit Xue Meng?!"
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