When looking at the fog, everyone was suddenly shocked.
Those who were selected to enter the Cloud Academy were basically outstanding in some aspect. But even so, they had not noticed the appearance of the fog before.
By the time they realized what was happening, they were already surrounded by fog.
"Is this the prophet's test?"
Looking back at the fog behind him, Ding Yan thought so.
He stood up from the chair, nudged Ji Qianqin next to him, and said softly, "Let's get up first."
Only at this time did Ji Qianqin and Li Jingwen come to their senses.
They stood up from their seats in a daze and bewilderment, not knowing what to do now. They looked like two robots that had lost their commands and control.
"Are we going to deal with the Prophet?" Li Jingwen whispered, "Can we do it?"
Faced with this question, Ding Yan and Ji Qianqin didn't know how to answer.
Ji Qianqin thought for a while and said, "How should I put it? I think it should be impossible. After all, the prophet can predict the future. Think about it, when you punch, he can predict which direction you will hit and where your weakness is..."
Thinking about it, Ji Qianqin couldn't help but gasp: "Thinking about it this way, this ability is simply too strong!"
In this situation, unless there is an overwhelming advantage, or a round-robin battle consumes the opponent's physical strength, it is impossible for a certain number of people to defeat the person with the ability of prophecy.
It’s not a question of whether you can win, it’s a question of whether you can encounter it!
As long as you get close, you will be noticed; as long as you attack, you will be blocked; when a thought appears in your mind and is executed, all attacks will be reflected in those pupils.
This is a huge gap.
Again, unless one has overwhelming strength, speed, perception, or special abilities, as well as sufficient numerical superiority, it is difficult to keep up with the Prophet's pace.
This is what Ji Qianqin thought.
However, Ding Yan said seriously: "Indeed, the gap is huge."
“But we can’t just stop doing it because the gap is too big.”
Standing up from the chair, Ding Yan took off his coat, took a deep breath, and then said: "Although I can't give up thinking now, this is actually an opportunity!"
"An opportunity to show our level and let the prophet realize our strength!"
Ding Yan's tone became more and more excited: "That's right. If we can perform well at this time, it means that we can keep up with the Prophet's pace and have enough confidence to say that we are members of Mingri!"
"Then we will embark on the path of saving the world and becoming a hero!" Ding Yan said quickly, "Let the world return to peace, and no one will worry, despair, or suffer anymore!"
That's right, it starts from this step! From this moment, I will become a better person, a hero who can protect others! This is what I hope for.
So, I'm on fire! The flames all over his body started "buzzing" like an engine. Ding Yan's shoulders shook slightly, and his entire upper body was burning! Hot blood rushed into his brain, Ding Yan screamed, and rushed into the deepest part of the fog with a heat wave like lava!
Li Jingwen and Ji Qianqin couldn't help but hold their foreheads as they looked at Ding Yan, whose sense of justice suddenly overflowed.
Although it is a good thing to have a strong sense of justice, how should I put it...
Sometimes it makes teammates feel embarrassed.
Ding Yan had no idea how his companions felt.
In fact, he was still rushing forward.
Fortunately, the classroom was relatively large, so he could gallop like a chariot without bumping into other people.
Ding Yan paused as he ran on the flames into the deeper mist.
He suddenly realized something.
Fog is the domain of prophets. This is the conclusion I have come to recently.
The Prophet seems to be able to manipulate the fog, as if using telekinesis, and occasionally manipulates the murky fog to make tea and coffee for himself.
Therefore, if I stay in the fog all the time, then all my actions will probably be seen clearly by the prophet.
This means that the first thing you should do is to jump out of the fog.
There are many ways to get out of the fog.
Running out of the classroom is unrealistic, after all, the assessment is conducted in the classroom; manipulating the flames to disperse the thick fog? It seems that the workload may be too large and I can't do it.
However, you can try to use flames to enclose yourself, form a fire field, expand the heat, and thus affect your target in the eyes of the prophet.
This is what Ding Yan thought in his heart.
He did the same.
The flames burned fiercely again, quickly wrapping around his body in a very short time, forming a forbidden inferno around him.
At this moment, the temperature around him was frighteningly high! As long as the temperature was high enough, he could try to ignite the mist or activate the emergency fire-fighting device! With this thought in mind.
Next second.
Invisible mist wrapped around his body, sealing his eyes and mouth.
Um?!
Ding Yan was so shocked that he froze in place, unable to move.
Behind him, the prophet said with a smile: "You..."
"Although the fire can affect my domain, it will also make you insensitive to the surrounding environment and ignore the crawling python."
"Of course, the idea is good. Whether it is using flames to burn the mist, or forcing me to shift my attention to you, so that others can double-team me, it is still commendable."
As he spoke, the prophet lowered his eyelids and gently lowered his left hand.
At his side, a figure suddenly rushed out of the fog and pounced on the prophet! However, before he could pounce on the prophet, his body froze in place.
Invisible mist enveloped his body, making him unable to move as if he was wrapped in a rope, as if he was in a spider web.
Although it failed, it can still be considered a form of cooperation.
This was the tacit understanding that Ding Yan and the others had developed in a split second.
Ding Yan came to attract attention while they were responsible for the attack.
Although they did not know each other and this action might not have made any sense, Ding Yan did understand the other party's intention to cooperate in a very short period of time and conveyed his own meaning.
This is also a kind of growth for him.
After the battle with Lan Kong and the daily hard training, Ding Yan's combat quality can almost be said to have been greatly improved.
Besides, this is not the key point...
When the prophet was about to say something.
The next moment.
A gate on the ceiling suddenly opened, and cold water poured down from a thin pipe and landed in the classroom!
When the rain comes into contact with the fog, it directly becomes wet and heavier, and then slowly becomes thinner.
Um?!
Looking at this scene, the prophet seemed a little stunned.
Good opportunity! Ding Yan ignited the flame on his body, and the blooming red lotus fire instantly burned the prophet's clothes! This forced the prophet to let go of his hands and gently brush his clothes.
"Interesting..." the prophet said, "Is this also your strategy?"
Ding Yan said nothing, just nodded silently.
He suddenly remembered that he had watched an animation called The Scientific Index.
At the beginning, a man using fire magic invaded, and the protagonist forced him into the corridor and used the other party's fire magic to force the fire protection system to open.
He glanced at the ceiling and thought that this might be a solution.
Generally, each classroom is equipped with an emergency fire-fighting system, so if your temperature is a little higher, it may be able to trigger the device.
Since it is fog, it will probably become heavier when it encounters water, and perhaps it can also affect the prophet's ability! Now it seems that this action was successful.
At least, he made the prophet feel "unexpected".
As if he had seen through Ding Yan's thoughts, the prophet nodded slightly: "It seems that I underestimated you."
"It can be called a reasonable use of the battlefield."
As he said this, he chuckled.
This recognition from the prophet made Ding Yan somewhat excited.
Just as he was thinking this.
The next second, a silver arc flashed in the air.
It was a sharp blade.
The blade burst into a crescent-like glow in the air, cutting through the flames and mist, with an unbridled edge, slashing through the air from somewhere!
What is this?! Before Ding Yan could react.
With a "clang" sound.
The prophet raised his hand slightly and hovered the blade in the air in front of him.
“It’s really dangerous.”
The prophet smiled and said, "If you are not careful, you might really get hit by this thing."
As he spoke, he shook his head: "The intention is too obvious. If the murderous intent can be concealed, it may be more outstanding."
"However, even so, the battles that are linked one after another are still eye-opening for me. I have to say that you are indeed a very outstanding group."
Then, the prophet turned around and said to Ding Yan: "Well, next..."
However, the sentence was not finished yet.
The next moment, it was as if a silver bottle suddenly broke and light appeared in the box.
A bullet came rushing from a very far distance, as if it had traveled through time and fell to the bottom of the lake.
And it sank accurately into the prophet's chest.
In almost no time, the bullet easily penetrated the prophet's body, leaving only a dark hole.
And blood gushing out from the chest.
He lowered his head and looked at his wound.
There was a hint of confusion and surprise in the prophet's eyes.
It was as if he had not expected what was happening and he stood there in shock.
Then, time still flows.
A few seconds later, the prophet, holding his chest, still had a look of confusion and disbelief on his face.
Then the body fell heavily.
With a "bang", the body fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
Looking at the body lying in front of him.
Ding Yan stood there in surprise and confusion.
"prophet?"
He seemed to have not reacted yet.
Wait until you react.
The next second, it was as if a string in my mind broke.
The scarlet color like a flame quietly revived, flowing in Ding Yan's eyes, almost burning his entire pupil into charcoal.
Just like his irritable anger at the moment! ——At the same time, Li Jingwen felt as if she was being shaken by someone.
What happened? Did I fall asleep during the test?
Li Jingwen slowly straightened up, rubbed her eyes, and said softly: "Sister Qin, what happened..."
However, before she could finish her words.
He slapped her hard on the back: "What sister Qin? Why are you crazy?"
Li Jingwen was dazed by the pain from the slap.
What's going on? Shouldn't I be in Yunshang Academy now, waiting to be tested by the Prophet? Where's Sister Qin? And Brother Ding Yan, and the other students, why are they all gone?
But before she could figure it out, the next moment, she was slapped hard on the back: "I'm calling you, hand in your homework!"
Hand in homework, what homework? Just when Li Jingwen was at a loss.
Suddenly, as if she remembered something, she raised her head and looked around!
When her loose hair slowly fell from her cheeks, Li Jingwen stood there in a daze.
The familiar ceiling, the familiar blackboard, the familiar classroom and the familiar...classmates.
This is where she stayed for more than a year.
It was also the hell she had successfully escaped from.
And now, one of her feet has stepped back into this hell.
Li Jingwen suddenly stood up from her chair and looked at the clock, her voice filled with panic and fear: "Isn't it March 29th now?!"
The classmate next to her was startled by her and shrank back slightly.
But she quickly reacted, stood up again, and looked at Li Jingwen contemptuously: "What March 29th?"
"It's the afternoon of March 15th, and class is about to start. Where's your homework? Don't tell me you haven't done it, or the teacher will make you stand for the entire class!"
Accompanied by this sharp and sarcastic voice.
Beside Li Jingwen, the laughter and teasing that she had once tried her best to avoid once again echoed in her ears.
"This guy is really rotten..." "Yeah, after all, he comes from such a family..." "It's normal after all, because her father did such a thing..."
Gossip and rumors may not necessarily cause physical harm, but they are enough to hurt a person's heart.
Cold violence is sometimes more unbearable than pure force.
Li Jingwen stood there in a daze.
She is back again.
Or maybe she never left in the first place.
Compared to Ding Yan and Ji Qianqin, she was probably the one who had the hardest time escaping from this horror.
Because she herself is denying herself.
Even though she tried her best and pursued it, there was still a sentence in her heart echoing in her ears.
How could the supernatural really exist? As a person living in the ordinary world and with a (relatively) normal mind, she is probably the most likely to doubt Bering and this mysterious world hidden beneath reality.
That's why she felt that perhaps everything she had just experienced was indeed a dream.
A dream that she had woven to escape reality. ——Apart from the others, Ji Qianqin was squatting on the ground, looking at the ground in front of her.
The sky on the other side was dark, with dark clouds overhead and as black as ink.
It seemed that a thunderstorm was going to hit this place soon.
However, Ji Qianqin still did not move.
She just squatted on the ground, looking indifferently at the open space in front of her.
Under the gloomy sky, Ji Qianqin's eyes were not much brighter than the sky. Her long black hair stuck to her cheeks, making her profile dark and unclear.
In the silence, Ji Qianqin suddenly laughed out loud.
This laughter was very complicated, as if it had spanned more than ten years of time, falling on the black water in the heart and quietly dripping into the heart.
“So this is what I’m afraid of.”
Ji Qianqin took off her cheerful mask, and her young face was filled with indifference and boredom.
"Long time no see," she said, "Mom."
In front of her.
The woman with disheveled hair and twisted limbs lay lifelessly on the ground, her clothes disheveled and torn, her body covered with bloodstains and cuts, her pale face and eyes staring blankly at Ji Qianqin.
It was like a terrible nightmare that haunted her all the time.