Amidst countless shocked gazes, hot, steaming blood gushed out like a fountain.
Sang Ning was splattered with blood all over her head and face, while the big gray wolf that attacked her fell to the ground with a thud, convulsing on the snow and lifeless.
Holy crap, how did she do that?
As Sang Ning pounced on another wolf like a ghost, the audience was shocked and couldn't help but start discussing it heatedly.
[Did anyone see clearly how she did it? It felt like she was almost leaving afterimages! Compared to her ruthless and efficient movements, Lampson was totally weak.]
[I didn't see it clearly; she was too fast. I only saw her raise her arm, then a flash of light, and the big gray wolf fell to the ground, spitting blood.]
[I can only do a technical analysis after watching the replay in half an hour. I'm going to study her fighting skills and speed carefully. She... I really don't know how to describe her.]
[Oh no, with Sang Ning's fighting power, I feel like our little Lanlan is a huge threat; the chances of her being eliminated have greatly increased.]
The audience was discussing it enthusiastically. Louis and his companions were almost numb watching Suning slit the throats of wolves one after another and even take care of two wolves that had ambushed Lampson.
The world fell silent. Finally, with a howl, the wolf pack, which had suffered many casualties, showed signs of fear and began to retreat. Then, the remaining three wolves quickly fled the scene, and the silent world returned to normal.
Mo Nai swallowed hard, touched her neck, and said with great relief, "Luckily, I was obedient and never offended Sang Ning."
Otherwise, she might be the one with her throat slit.
At Sang Ning's speed, she didn't think she could avoid Sang Ning's attack.
horrible!
Fimmonloa looked at Emmanuel and the others, "Could you have avoided that speed?"
Louis and the others didn't respond, but their expressions were solemn.
After a long pause, Elliott sighed, "I don't know about others, but my intuition tells me that I can't avoid Sunning's attack."
"Her angle was too tricky. I simulated it in my mind and found that it would be too difficult to avoid her attack based on its trajectory."
"Her attack stance was perfect; she was truly capable of both offense and defense."
"Space locked".
Emmanuel murmured in shock, "I've actually seen a spatial lock that only a Grand Marshal could achieve in a primitive human."
What's the meaning?
What is spatial locking?
Everyone looked at Emmanuel, and Louis, impatient, nudged him and urged, "Explain yourself clearly, what is spatial locking?"
"If I remember correctly, isn't this word a specific adjective for energy weapons?"
That's right.
Emmanuel exclaimed in shock, "The reason why energy weapons have remained so popular and so lethal is that their trajectory is controlled by the military mastermind."
"You all know how powerful the military's computing capabilities are."
"With computing power, the military supercomputer can deduce the movement trajectory of all living things and objects in the entire area, so that energy weapons can be accurate every time."
"Once the military's main intelligence system malfunctions, the accuracy of energy weapons will plummet, and manual operation will have to rely on the capabilities of intelligent life."
"This is called spatial locking, or precise locking."
At this point, he sighed, "Sang Ning's claim of spatial locking might be a bit of a stretch, but it's absolutely certain that she can accurately predict wolf attacks in advance by observing the wolves' muscle movements and movement trajectories, thus achieving precise locking."
"I only know one person who can do what she did, and that is Marshal Ye Qingheng, who has long since left the three armies and joined the military headquarters as a Grand Marshal."
Everyone was speechless.
Everyone: "!!!"
That's incredible! Grand Marshals and the like are people and social classes they can't even come into contact with.
Sang Ning was someone they could contact, but her strength was simply too extraordinary.
"hiss!"
Taking a deep breath, Mu Tao looked at Emmanuel and the others, whose faces were not looking good, and asked cautiously, "Do you still want to compete with Sang Ning?"
If we really fight, won't Sang Ning slit my throat?
The thought had barely crossed Mu Tao's mind when she shook her head and dismissed it. Sang Ning wouldn't be so cruel as to slit her companion's throat; she was a good person.
Furthermore, it was just a competition, not a life-or-death duel in a death arena.
Sang Ning really shouldn't have broken the law.
"Compare!"
Emmanuel exchanged a glance with Elliott Louis, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit. He declared firmly, "No matter how strong Sang Ning is, I want to compete with her."
He was unwilling to accept the comparison and wanted to know exactly how big the gap was between him and Sang Ning.
I also want to know if he can reach Sang Ning's level in the future.
If we can surpass it, it will be perfect.
This is something Sang Ning didn't know he was thinking; if she had known, she would definitely have advised Emmanuel to give up.
It's possible to reach her level, but surpassing her is out of the question.
It wasn't that she looked down on people, but rather that no one in the world today knows ancient martial arts, and even fewer people know that in the history of the Chinese nation, there is a very magical skill called the Mind Method.
The effect of combining mental cultivation techniques with martial arts skills is not as simple as 1+1=2.
To reach her level, one must not only soak in medicinal baths from a young age to loosen the muscles and bones, but also memorize the mental cultivation method. After that, a specialist will teach one to circulate the mental cultivation method through the body, memorize the route of the mental cultivation method, and then circulate the mental cultivation method to clear the narrow meridians again and again.
Once the blockages are mostly cleared, the mental cultivation method can operate naturally and smoothly.
The pain involved is something most people simply cannot bear.
People with naturally wide meridians are extremely rare; you might not find one in 100,000. Such people are born martial arts prodigies.
Sang Ning had only ever met one such person, and that was her junior brother who only liked to eat, drink, and wait to die. All those sayings about striving and having great responsibility were nonsense to him. His biggest dream in life was to laze around like a salted fish until he died of old age.
In her original world, she wasn't particularly talented. Without the medicinal baths she took from a young age to strengthen her muscles and bones, she would have been someone who knew a little martial arts in her lifetime.
The original owner's physique and aptitude were even worse than hers in the original world, with her meridians being severely narrowed and blocked.
Honestly, if she hadn't endured enough hardship and had a high tolerance for suffering in her original world, she couldn't have achieved what she has today.
Everyone only saw that her face was expressionless, but they did not know how much pain she was enduring, working day and night without stopping to circulate her inner energy to clear her meridians.
It's true that people in this society have evolved their physique through gene optimization fluids, but their meridians are not good, so there's no way to teach them.
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