"You are no match for me." Wang Zhi said.

Hu Lei:???

So swollen?

I am a third-level bronze medalist!

"Uh... Okay." Hu Lei also knew that he was much better than straight men, and the actual results were not great, so he turned to find other people to practice.

Wang Zhi found a big sword on the weapons rack.

Two-handed sword!

"Domineering!"

This feeling of holding two hands together can be described in just four words——

Cool, cool, cool!

The soul is so free and God is so free!

"Hoo ho ho!"

I am super brave!

wrong.

Why do I seem to be influenced by Brother Mang?

Wang Zhi felt completely released now, with all 9 points of power being used.

When fighting against the iron-blooded soldiers, they would use this kind of big sword.

"You should be able to bring weapons into the hero space, right?"

"Try it."

Conscious immersion.

In an instant, Wang Zhi entered the hero space.

Sure enough, there was an extra two-handed sword in his hand.

Super fierce!

Three huge stone platforms are suspended high, and the statues are lifelike.

The iron-blooded battlefield of level 1 is still bleak.

quit.

"Go buy a good two-handed sword after school."

"Well, there is also a suitable suit of armor."

Ah.

Can you just buy equipment?

yesterday.

I have no choice.

Thinking of the immersive battle yesterday, Wang Zhi's heart was still filled with excitement.

Real man!

Very exciting!

Suddenly, there was loud cheering in my ears.

Wang Zhi was slightly surprised and looked away.

I saw dozens of students surrounding the center of the venue, shouting in groups, and it was so lively.

"You lose, Pang Xiong!"

The blond young man in military uniform pointed at the sword with high spirits.

On the ground, Pang Xiong, who was about 1.9 meters tall and strong and tall, touched his right shoulder, his face looked a little ugly, and his sword fell to the ground.

"You, Class 7, are strong in liberal arts, but in martial arts, only Class 3 is qualified to compete with us." The blond young man said with a smile: "Next year's campus selection competition, the winner will still be our Class 1!"

The students in Class 1 of Senior High School are high-spirited and excited.

"Aren't you afraid of choking after saying so much?"

Wang Zhi walked into the arena and pulled Pang Xiong up from the ground.

I just said it casually two days ago, but I didn't expect that he would actually challenge other classes.

Are you a husky?

"Thank you." Pang Xiong looked complicated.

"Who are you?" The blond young man looked at Wang Zhi.

"I am the Stormborn of House Targaryen, the Iron Man Targaryen I, the Doveless One, the God of Meereen, the Ultimate Scavenger, the Khaleesi of the Sea, the Ruler of the Sand Sculpture World, and I have been taking swordsmanship lessons for three years.

Dingzhihu, Class 7, Grade 3, Wang Zhi, who is extremely brave but not reckless!"

…

Everyone was confused.

The blond young man inexplicably felt a little weaker.

"So much nonsense!"

"Swordsmanship class, swordsmanship points and real chapters!"

"Come on." Wang Zhi didn't care.

The blond young man is Liao Junjie from Class 1, Grade 3, a fourth-level original user and a fifth-level bronze swordsman.

Equivalent to basic swordsmanship, bronze level 5.

It just so happens that I didn't get enough of it yesterday.

Wang Zhi likes such an opponent.

"boom!"

Wang Zhi violently waved his sword with both hands, which was powerful enough to lift mountains.

The unparalleled bravery, like a life-and-death confrontation on the battlefield, made Liao Junjie's heart tremble inexplicably.

Even dodged.

"Wang Zhi?"

"That Wang Zhi from Class 7 who hasn't awakened to the Force?"

Liao Junjie was stunned while dodging.

I suddenly remembered it in a daze.

Holy shit!

Was that just a bluff?

It turns out to be a sheep in wolf's clothing!

"Hmph." Liao Junjie came back to his senses and took a step forward, stabbing straight with his long sword.

The wind whistled in his ears, and Wang Zhi's sword swept across with both hands. Liao Junjie didn't care and stepped sideways to catch him.

He is a warrior with 8 points of strength after absorbing the Force Beads of Mad War!

Peng!

An irresistible force hit his sword and wrist.

The tiger's mouth cracked.

"What!?" Liao Junjie looked horrified and his sword fell to the ground.

Wang Zhi swung his two-handed sword backhand, and the blade of the sword was like a fly swatter, slapping Liao Junjie to the ground.
Chapter completed!