Chapter 138 Powerful
The battle between He Jingtong and Gu Qi is about to begin.
His current state was considered good by his teammates. The effect of the purification item made Qi Xueyi say to He Jingtong before he went on stage: "Come on, you will definitely win!"
Jian Zirui patted Qi Xueyi's shoulder heavily, expressing her disapproval of his behavior, and then turned to He Jingtong and said seriously: "Winning or losing doesn't matter, this is just a competition."
That kind of firm and steady voice quickly calmed He Jingtong's mood, which had been affected by the noisy sounds.
The presence of his teammates made him feel at ease, so when he went on stage to compete, he was able to remain calm in the face of Gu Qi's provocation.
The A-level psychic on the opposite side was saying, "I didn't expect to meet you in my first battle." Gu Qi emphasized the word "first battle" obviously.
Without this deliberate intention, this sentence would just be an ordinary greeting.
But it exists deliberately.
So this means that he will have a second and third battle, implying that He Jingtong will definitely be eliminated here.
In response to this, He Jingtong's response was no response.
Fatigue was piling up on him. Faced with provocative words and a battle that he didn't know how long it would last and might be deliberately prolonged by Gu Qi, He Jingtong's only choice was to rush forward the moment Cui Tong announced the start of the battle.
Qi Xueyi, one of the therapists, sat quietly in the audience with several other experienced therapists.
He Jingtong, holding a knife on the stage, faced Gu Qi, who was like an arsenal of weapons.
Numerous nails and hidden weapons floated beside him, forming a large area of visual plane that was neatly arranged yet intertwined.
The shadows created by those floating objects made the audience in the audience sweat for He Jingtong.
Gu Qi also knew the conductive property of metal, but he was not afraid of it at all.
One is that the things controlled by his ability will not come into contact with him in the true sense. Another point is that the sharp objects blessed by the power of the soul are used as throwing weapons.
"You can't stop me with just a knife, and if you wrap yourself in lightning, my nails will only be strengthened a second time after being electrified and rush towards you."
"I've been wanting to fight you for a long time--"
Gu Qi expressed her concern for He Jingtong.
When the young man came up with a knife, he acted like a villain, with a sneer on his face, and then he used his strength to try to control Ming Jiuguan.
Although it is a weapon in the shape of a ritual sword, it keeps showing resistance to Gu Qi, as if it is unwilling to be controlled by something that is not in its hands at all.
The owner of the knife held the ceremonial knife with a rebellious heart, and when a large number of nails rushed at him, he quickly turned the blade into a blade and knocked away many nails.
The ability to control metal must have limitations. If it didn't exist, Gu Qi would probably be able to dig out even the gold from the earth's crust.
In other words, to find out the extent of his control over metals, all it took was a little testing.
Sure enough, after a large number of nails were blasted out more than ten meters, only a part of them were pulled back under control before jumping out of this range.
And those nails that had already been completely ejected fell to the ground, unable to continue the fight.
Gu Qi knew that she was being tempted and said, "You looked like you wanted to kick me out of the stage..."
"Speaking of which, there is something I have always wanted to say." Gu Qi also started to move. His movements were smooth and agile, without any sense of sluggishness.
There is no such thing as a pure mage who just stands there doing nothing.
Therefore, even if the nails falling far away are no longer controlled, he only needs to choose to move his position.
Gathering many nails together again, Gu Qi raised her left hand high, with her little finger and ring finger pointed downward and inward, and the other three fingers stretched out tightly. The excessive force made Gu Qi's whole hand tremble at one point.
Under his control, numerous nails flew towards He Jingtong.
They spread out in all directions, trying to launch a comprehensive attack with no blind spots.
When those nails floated in a circular attacking posture, Gu Qi did not take action immediately, but continued with what he had not finished saying.
"Someone told me that if you didn't have the two ability biases, then my ability to control metal would naturally restrain you who controls lightning."
Lightning cannot be created out of nothing, but nails can be prepared in advance.
There was a hint of regret in Gu Qi's eyes. Even though she knew that this trick was ineffective, she still chose to let all the nails covering 359 degrees rush towards He Jingtong who was standing in the center.
Some of the nails collided with each other, some seemed to hit some solid objects, but most of them fell to the ground.
Their ferocious attack shattered the surface of the platform, causing smoke and dust to rise everywhere.
The grand scene was accompanied by Gu Qi's sense of loss which could no longer be concealed.
Whether on or off the stage, everyone could clearly hear those words:
"Unfortunately, you have a prophecy."
None of those nails hit He Jingtong.
Less than three meters behind He Jingtong, they created a chaotic and shocking collision and explosion.
At this time, Gu Qi was only five meters away from He Jingtong.
It is obviously much more difficult to fully control each nail during the movement process and keep them in the right place than when outputting by standing pile.
The agility gained by giving up some of the offensive power allowed Gu Qi to dodge He Jingtong's knife.
The pure black blade made of unknown material passed by him in silence like the night, like a black hole that could swallow everything.
Its presence is so obvious.
The danger of the ritual knife is based on the fact that it has killed a large number of alien spirits. The feeling of blood and killing is faintly conveyed.
The existence of murderous aura on a sword is a very metaphysical and incredible thing, but at this moment, Ming Jiuguan's performance is a fact.
It's like time is stretched out and vision is blurred, resulting in a sense of being unable to see clearly, which is everywhere.
The sewer ghost who was watching the live broadcast all the time laughed wildly without disguising.
Only the alien spirit Fu Zexun knew that one of the necessary conditions for the existence of the legend had already shown obvious signs at this moment.
"He is a genius, and he is also the one who has the greatest potential to become a legend!" When the alien Fu Zexun exclaimed loudly, the glasses on his face, which were exactly the same as the original body's, were sliding down his nose, and his laughter was wild.
What is time? Is it fluid? Is it controllable?
Is the so-called moving forward and never stopping flowing just a conceptual subjective cognitive judgment, or is it an absolute fact that always exists?
The abilities related to time are very special, whether it is reversing the time of an individual, or like He Jingyi now, when Gu Qi said the words of restraint, he had already left the original place and walked towards him.
At that moment, time accelerated for He Jingtong, but remained the same for everyone else.
No one changed, what they saw did not change, what they perceived did not change, but the fact was that He Jingtong, who was originally targeted, swung his sword at Gu Qi.
A large number of nails gathered together and turned into flying swords to block the attack. Gu Qi no longer lamented the so-called prophecy and regrets, but continued to push the soul power to strengthen his ability to control metal, continuously and firmly influencing Ming Jiuguan.
If weapons are not under control, then there should be no weapons.
Ming Jiuguan, who was taken back to the system space, continued to radiate resentment to another non-human with his inhuman body.
System: ...What does it have to do with me?
On the field, Gu Qi was stunned at first when he suddenly realized that the power he wanted to use to influence the weapon in He Jingtong's hand had nowhere to go. The next second he quickly used this power on the nails.
Those nails became his extra arms and legs.
In the subsequent battles, because He Jingtong voluntarily gave up the use of Ming Jiuguan, it was no longer a control competition between weapons, but turned into a confrontation between physical skills.
The dull thump of limbs connecting; the fluttering of clothes in the wind caused by movement; and the collision of soul forces when bodies collide.
The strong wind even caused He Jingtong's hair, which originally covered her eyebrows, to fly wildly behind her head.
He is really good-looking, with a detailed style that is unique to a comic protagonist.
But this beauty is not noticed by anyone at this moment.
He Jingtong's body was scratched by nails, and the torn clothes revealed his bloodstained skin, which made him frown.
The system's function of blocking pain was not activated at this moment. He Jingtong gave a fight from his own perspective, which he thought was fair.
There wasn't much blood on Gu Qi's body, but there were only a few options for a physical confrontation.
His limbs were restrained and locked, and his shin bones broke with a snap. At the moment he groaned, his right hand was twisted and bent backwards...
Gu Qi fell heavily to the ground with his chest facing downward. The sound of his body hitting the ground was amplified by his chest cavity. For a moment, his ears were ringing and his eyes were dizzy.
He Jingtong controlled Gu Qi's twisted hands with his hands and knelt on his back.
The boy's figure blocked the natural light, and his hair, which was falling downward due to the pull of gravity, was also given a layer of aperture by the natural light from above.
That bloodstained face actually looked somewhat sacred at this moment...
The ubiquitous pain was blocked by adrenaline, and reason seemed to be poured with a spoonful of hot oil, and kept clamoring. The excitement that was difficult to hide in the pupils also made Gu Qi blurt out: "I am not the kind of person who can't use my abilities once my body is restricted!"
The gesture he made was only to facilitate the faster channeling of his soul power and to strengthen his control over the nails.
Not making that gesture does not mean that Gu Qi cannot continue to use the power to control metal.
The training of spiritual masters is based on countless combat conditioning reflexes trained subjectively.
Too many nails that were no longer complete, had been cut off, crushed, and broken into iron filings, and they flew up again.
There was a hint of madness in Gu Qi's undisguised excitement. And that madness made him control those nails and rush towards him and He Jingtong at the same time...
There was panic in the audience, and the bullet screen used for the live broadcast seemed to be a beat slow, and people were still marveling at this powerful battle between students.
The power of time at this moment is so obvious.
The nail flew towards He Jingtong's back——
Would he be torn apart by such an attack? Or would he choose to move away in order to avoid the attack...?
Hidden beneath the crazy emotions is a fragile and invisible pity.
Gu Qi has no teammates.
It’s not because his teammates all have their own goals, but because his strength and cruelty leave him without teammates.
He is used to using nails to carry the power of the soul and directly crush the alien spirits.
That kind of scene was like a corpse being chopped into pieces.
Emotionally, he would admire his teammates' strength, but physically, he couldn't control the crazy loss of sanity caused by the picture, and even vomited out of disgust.
Even though his companions couldn't catch up with Gu Qi, he didn't slow down. Until he realized that there was no one around him, and the road ahead seemed to be covered by fog.
There is no shortage of talented spiritualists, and the academy system also allows spiritualists, who total no more than 100,000, to receive better education and improve their abilities.
But mental growth varies greatly from person to person.
Until Gu Qi became one of the thirty people from Chengdu and Chongqing to participate in this competition of 270 people.
There must be someone stronger than him here...
But no—no, no, none of it!
Suiyun couldn't do it. Gu Qi knew it the moment she saw him. Wei Qingjin couldn't do it either. Materialism couldn't reach him, so how could it be restricted? So what if Feng Yicheng occupied the air? His ability to control the wind also had limitations, which prevented him from flying too high. Besides, it wasn't like the nail couldn't fly.
Only He Jingtong became his most anticipated opponent in this competition.
However, the lightning that He Jingtong possessed could naturally be restrained by his controlled metal. Gu Qi actually always hoped that He Jingtong would use the realm to defeat him.
But the truth tells Gu Qi——
He is far from qualified!
The body was pulled by a huge force, and nails exploded in front of his eyes. White lightning was like a dragon, shuttling between the countless nails flying in the sky.
The crackling sound was so harsh, yet so clear and profound.
The impact of metal conductivity is comparable to the resonance between countless raindrops during the live broadcast of the reservoir.
It was pure white, brighter than sunlight.
Until those nails are annihilated and dissolved by the absolute power.
Gu Qi, who had already unleashed all his strength, saw a lot of black. He thought it was his eyes, the dark shadows and spots caused by the excessive transmission of strength. But the fact was that there was more black in He Jingtong's white strength than the day before.
Black and white blend together, so intimate that there is no distinction between you and me.
Gu Qi fainted, and at the very last moment, before he fell completely into a coma, he heard Cui Tong's voice.
"The winner is He Jingtong, a sophomore at Elite Academy!
There was no victory cheer, or it could be said that it was never heard.
This does not refer to Gu Qi, but He Jingtong, whose soul seemed to be torn apart by a huge force.
Even though the pain shield that was hastily activated blocked all pain, the independent perception of his nerve endings still caused him to fall into a coma from which he had no idea when he would wake up because of the severe pain.
He Jingtong was different from Gu Qi who fainted swiftly. His body went limp and he fell down.
Before the vision fell into darkness, the panicked look of Jian Zirui and Qi Xueyi as they rushed to the center of the ring regardless of everything left a deep impression on my heart. !