Chapter 32 32. Confusion

Author: Ice black tea extends life

Chapter 32 32. Confusion

He exclaimed, "1.74 million power!!!"

This punch made everyone stunned and couldn't believe it.

How can there be a new life?

Able to punch with a punch power of 1.74 million?!

Under normal circumstances, most of the new body arts belong to the first, second and third levels of subtlety, with fist power ranging from 100,000 to 350,000 force;

Second-year students belong to the fourth, fifth and sixth stages of Ruwei, and their boxing power is 350,000 to 600,000;

The third-year student belongs to the 789th stage of Ruwei, and has a boxing power of 600,000 to 900,000.

To put it simply, students born in the 1st, 23rd and 3rd years are usually in the fine stage (boxing power range 1-90), students born in 4567 are usually in the inner strength stage (boxing power range 90-130), and only a few geniuses are in the infinite stage.

After all, it is very difficult to break through in physical skills. For many people, if they want to advance to a higher level, it will take at least half a year, a year, or even more than ten years.

So when everyone saw the data in front of them, their eyes widened and they looked like they had seen a ghost. They couldn't believe it at all.

There was total silence around the entire arena.

All you could hear was a "whoosh" sound from above the ring, which seemed to be colliding with airflow.

Song Wei's heart was in his throat a lot, and his face was even more anxious.

They stared closely at the two people on the stage, afraid of missing them and afraid that Wen Yan would get hurt.

Although Wen Yan told them not to worry, the opponent punched out with 1.74 million punches! And the protective shield could not absorb all the punches.

What does this mean? It means that the opponent's physical skill level is higher than Wen Yan's.

They don't know Wen Yan's specific strength, how can they not worry about her.

Lu Zhengyang shook the person next to him, "Yan Ci, wake up quickly and look at the punch power value displayed on the protective cover!"

"Huh?" The other party obviously didn't hear clearly what Lu Zhengyang was saying and made a nasal sound.

Yan Ci struggled to raise his heavy eyes and looked at the other person in confusion.

"I said! Look at the punch strength value on the protective cover!" Lu Zhengyang's voice couldn't help but get louder.

The person next to him said "Oh" softly, but fell asleep again the next moment.

Lu Zhengyang raised his head and looked at the sky wordlessly, took a few deep breaths, and regained his composure. Judging from his skillful movements, he must have been used to the scene in front of him.

Lu Zhengyang carefully supported his friend, but there was nothing he could do, Yan Ci always looked like he couldn't wake up, and would fall asleep wherever he went.

One moment you see him awake, and the next moment he is asleep. He spends very little time awake, and there is not a single day in the whole year that he does not spend in deep sleep.

Lu Zhengyang is still doubting whether the 700,000 force that Yan Ci used in the physical examination was done casually with his eyes closed.

After all, he is obviously similar to Yan Ci in all aspects, but every time he trains with the opponent, he is pinned to the ground and beaten by the opponent, and he does not have any backhand strength.

"If you don't watch, the game will be over soon." He shook the opponent very hard.

"Didn't you come here specifically to see Junior Wen Yan? Didn't you come to see her absolutely handsome face?

The situation of Junior Wen Yan is not optimistic now, if we don’t look at it, it will be gone!”

Apparently Lu Zhengyang's words had an effect. Yan Ci tried his best to open his eyes and stand up straight.

As if he really woke up, his eyes gradually became clear, and he looked at Wen Yan on the stage intently.

He looked at it for a while, turned his head and said to Lu Zhengyang, "Win."

Then he turned on the optical brain and took a few photos of Wen Yan.

The next second, Lu Zhengyang picked up someone who fell on him.

I finally gave up and just slept. Anyway, there will be more opportunities to watch in the future.

On stage.

An invisible wave of energy surged between the two of them, and Duan Hao suppressed the shock in his heart.

Others don't know, but he can clearly feel how powerful the other party is.

When he punched Wen Yan, the opponent's movements were very casual and even more elegant.

Wen Yan's right hand formed into a palm to resist his attack, while his left hand was still behind his back.

Duan Hao felt as if he had been hit by a sponge, and all the force was instantly decomposed and spread around.

Many of the military students who were his sparring partners found it difficult to block his punch, but Wen Yan resolved it so easily.

And it did not cause any harm to the opponent at all, Duan Hao couldn't help but be a little stunned.

While he was stunned, Wen Yan launched an attack.

Everyone looked at Wen Yan on the stage, following Duan Hao's punch very gently, and gently pushed the opponent back.

Some people looked at Wen Yan's unoppressive attack and couldn't help laughing loudly, but the next second these people couldn't laugh anymore.

They watched helplessly as the pushed Duan Hao seemed to have received a heavy blow, and was suddenly thrown away and fell to the ground.

I couldn't get up for a while.

Everyone:???

What happened?

People close to the ring confirmed again and again that the protective cover did not absorb any punch force.

Could it be that the two people on the stage were acting?

But seeing blood on the corner of Duan Hao's mouth, everyone gave up the idea.

so?

Wen Yan really hurt Duan Hao.

Simply outrageous.

Anyway, it's quite mind-numbing.

At this moment, everyone just felt that they had been severely hit.

Yangzhou looked even more shocked. His genetic attribute was a bit special, it was field control.

Field control, as the name suggests, means being able to control the entire field, mobilize everything on the field, and control invisible air pressure, airflow, and phantom energy.

Yangzhou could clearly feel the palm that Wen Yan pushed towards Duan Hao just now. The phantom energy surging in Wen Yan's body came like a huge wave, but it condensed in that palm and hit Duan Hao's body.

During the entire competition, Wen Yan's body was like a black hole, and all the phantom energy within a few miles was continuously being sucked into the opponent's body.

The airflow in the entire arena was extremely chaotic, and Yang Zhou couldn't help but press his aching temples, cutting off his mental power and no longer feeling anything.

Wen Yan stopped his hand, moved slowly and said, "I agree."

Then he walked to Duan Hao and handed him a potion.

"There should be some damage to the inner abdomen. Drinking it will help."

Duan Hao took the medicine from the other party, with various expressions on his face. Finally he said thank you, raised his head and drank the medicine.

Duan Hao doesn't know how to describe his mood now.

He initially set the venue for the competition to be in the arena where he was competing for the top student, not because he felt that the opponent was incapable, as some young students said.

On the contrary, he felt that Wen Yan was very strong. This was his intuition and the attraction from similar people.

He did this because he was afraid that the other party would not be willing to keep the appointment.

Then use the power of public opinion to force the other party.

Duan Hao actually doesn't have any bad intentions, he is just more enthusiastic about strong people.

As a martial arts fanatic, he focused all his thoughts and energy on cultivation.

He likes to find people who are stronger than him, and then train and improve himself by fighting against them.

Wen Yan's palm just now seemed to have no power, but Duan Hao felt at that time that the palm was like a mountain weighing him down, and he couldn't bear it at all.

Looking at Wen Yan who was about to step off the ring, Duan Hao quickly got up and ran to her side.

The tone was very sincere, "Classmate Wen Yan, I...can I discuss with you often?"

Duan Hao's heartbeat accelerated, his face felt a little hot, and he was very afraid that Wen Yan would reject him.

"Can."

After Wen Yan said this expressionlessly, he stepped off the stage to join Song Wei and few others.

"Boss Yan!" Shen Hualan, with quick eyes and quick hands, ran to Wen Yan's side in a flash, "Boss, you are so awesome! You are so awesome!"

Song Weiwu pulled Shen Hualan away, "What the hell? Turned into a little stutter?"

Shen Hualan rolled her eyes at the other party angrily, then turned her head and looked at Wen Yan with admiration.
To be continued...