I Am Really Not The Great Demon King

Anxi College, freshmen are on the stage.

Zhang Heng and the young Lin Ruhai stood opposite each other.

Seeing someone fighting nearby, the old and new students gathered in the audience.

Under Zhang Heng's fighting stage, Senior Brother Liang Peng was staring at Zhang Heng's opponent on the stage.

After that assessment, Liang Peng was very optimistic about Zhang Heng. I heard that Zhang Heng was already condensed. He was here to talk to Zhang Heng about the follow-up practice.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Heng happened to be playing against others.

Liang Peng believed in Zhang Heng's talent, but he also had no idea about this duel.

As far as he knows, Lin Ruhai, as the second-ranked freshman in this regular examination, has already completed a quaint.

Peculiarism is powerful, Zhang Heng has just gathered his energy and his chances of winning are extremely low.

At this moment, on the other side of the stand, a blank-faced young man faced Lin Ruhai on the stage and suddenly said: "Lin Ruhai, you have a masterful skill, and you have to win three tricks! If I go, half a trick is enough."

Lin Ruhai's complexion slightly changed, but did not refute, Jing seemed to be very jealous of the teenager.

The juvenile was the only person who ranked above him in this regular examination, Wang Yixiao.

When others looked at the rankings, they only felt that the gap between the two should be small. Only Lin Ruhai, who had actually fought with Wang Yixiao, knew that the gap between the two was far beyond everyone's imagination.

Zhang Heng looked sideways and saw that the other person was also looking at him, just like looking at an ant.

When people around saw Wang Yixiao, they couldn't help whispering.

"It is said that Wang Yixiao has never laughed since he was born. I wonder if it is true or not?"

"It's not clear, but I never saw him smile."

"I heard that shortly after he was born, his family was killed by monsters. He was hidden in a dry well. He escaped the killing only by not crying or laughing. Later, the governor of Anxi was rushed over. History has discovered that only by accepting him as a righteous son can he survive."

…

Just as everyone was talking about it, the duel on the fighting platform officially began.

Zhang Heng blasted a punch, and the middle palace went straight forward, attacking Lin Ruhai's chest.

Who knows, Lin Ruhai sneered, and said lightly, "Wangsihand!"

Immediately stretched out his right hand, and placed it on Zhang Heng's right wrist in an instant, pulling gently.

Zhang Heng intuitively felt that the opponent's strength was obviously less than half of his own, but a strange force came from the opponent's hand, and his entire body instantly became unbalanced and fell straight to the side.

However, Lin Ruhai's other hand was already bent like a tiger's claw, grasping Zhang Heng's face.

At a critical juncture, Zhang Heng twisted his waist and side his head to avoid the opponent's claw.

But the opponent still left five eye-catching blood stains on the side of the neck.

Lin Ruhai faintly spit out the three words "first move", and then hooked his finger at Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng's dantian swelled, his vitality rushed into his right fist, and he punched out again with all his strength.

Wherever he went, the air was torn apart and hissing screams sounded.

Zhang Heng wanted to use his strength to break through the so-called ten guilds, but Lin Ruhai is still a trick.

Lin Ruhai stretched his right hand steeply, and gently brought Zhang Heng's wrist, which made him unbalanced again.

Helpless, Zhang Heng shrugged and took a blow from the opponent before taking the opportunity to get out.

Looking at Zhang Heng who was embarrassed and getting out of the stage, Senior Brother Liang looked ugly.

Wang Yixiao on one side just gave a cold snort.

Zhang Heng heard Wang Yixiao and snorted coldly, and suddenly remembered what the other party had said before: "He said that Lin Ruhai had cultivated his geniuses. Could it be that the strange power in Lin Ruhai's hands is the human geniuses mentioned in the Mozu intelligence?"

"No wonder I was twice as strong as the other party, but I still got out of balance by touching him."

"This human race is uncommon, so I will study hard afterwards."

"But before that, I want to win this duel first."

After two trials, Zhang Heng has a countermeasure: "His unique knowledge is weird, and I also have my own advantages."

At this point, he suddenly waved his arm and hit again with a full punch.

"Unrepentant!"

Lin Ruhai yelled coldly, another move with a silky hand, and stretched out his hand to pull Zhang Heng's right wrist to make his body unbalanced again.

At this moment, there was a swish.

Regardless of the imbalance of his body, Zhang Heng made a fist with his left hand.

Lin Ruhai stretched out his left hand in time, put it on Zhang Heng's left wrist, and immediately sealed Zhang Heng's hands.

The audience Wang smiled and spoke indifferently: "Huh, stalking, stalking, Zhang Heng is already in chaos."

"Within one move, it will undoubtedly be defeated."

Brother Liang's face was sinking, and he obviously agreed with the other side's views.

But as soon as Wang Yi's joke fell, there was a thud.

Lin Ruhai intuitively felt a huge force in his abdomen suddenly, and he had been knocked upside down and flew out of the fighting platform.

He stopped spinning in anger and turned seven or eight somersaults on the ground before sitting up blankly.

Up to this point, he didn't understand how he was defeated.

Zhang Heng slowly retracted his right foot, and secretly said in his heart: "You are naturally very good at learning."

"But your anger is not as strong as mine, and the corresponding speed increase is far worse than mine."

"In the same instant, you can make two shots at most, but I can make three shots."

"How about you seal my hands? How about you have a terrible skill?"

"When I kick you, you can't resist it, how can you still have a chance to perform your unique skills on me?"

There was an uproar among everyone in the audience, and they didn't expect that Lin Ruhai, who had just gained the upper hand, was defeated in an instant.

Wang smiled next to him, who was already confident, his face had become a little ugly at this time.

He did not expect that in one move, it was not Zhang Heng who would lose, but Lin Ruhai.

Seeing everyone looking at him with weird faces, he didn't care, just took a deep look at Zhang Heng, turned around and walked away.

After Wang Yixiao left, Senior Brother Liang jumped onto the stage and said meaningfully: "Wang Yixiao seems to be staring at you, you better be careful, he is a real evildoer, and also a lunatic."

"He has not yet condensed the sea of ​​qi, he has killed the first-grade qi refining brave who has cultivated a unique knowledge."

"Even if I am now, I may not be able to beat him."

Zhang Heng couldn't help narrowing his eyes. He was not confident enough to think that he could defeat Senior Brother Liang, but he immediately thought of one thing: "I am a disciple of Anxi Academy."

"A handyman disciple, is also a disciple? With his enchanting talent, killing a handyman disciple in the academy is no different from killing a dog."

Zhang Heng understood what Senior Brother Liang said: "What if I am no longer a handyman disciple?"

Brother Liang looked at Zhang Heng with a smile on his chubby round face.

I like to talk to smart people, and I know everything.

"The academy's disciples are divided into five categories: handyman disciples, outer disciples, inner disciples, elite disciples, and direct disciples."

"After half a month, it's the college freshman trial."

"If you can rank in the top ten in the freshman trial, not only will you be promoted to outside disciples, you will receive many college awards, but you will also be favored by the college's teaching and learning.

"Participate in the freshman trial and win the top ten!" Zhang Heng secretly remembered.

After that, Senior Brother Liang mentioned a lot of his spiritual matters, and then left.

When he returned to his residence, Zhang Heng couldn't wait to open the bag of treasures.

Turned out another book of gold and jade.

This jade book is much thicker than the Qi Refining Jue, which is three fingers thick.

What is recorded in it is that the human race is utterly unlearned.

Thinking of the weird power of Lin Ruhai's unique skills today, he eagerly hopes to practice his own unique skills.

Opening the jade book, Zhang Heng couldn't help but stunned.

Because there is actually more than one jerk.

A full 36 yellow-level inferior and unparalleled academic records are in the book.

There are all kinds of fighters.

There are a total of eighteen unparalleled skills.

Weapons are eighteen weapons, each corresponding to a unique skill.

Zhang Heng first ruled out fist and skill.

"If Lin Ruhai used the skill of the weapon today, and he cut it with a single knife, I would become a one-legged brave, how can I have a chance to beat him?"

Zhang Heng would never allow such a situation to happen to himself.

Later, the most popular "Ling Fei Sword" in the academy was excluded.

After all, the sword moves lightly, and the moves are not strong, and Zhang Heng's advantage cannot be brought into play.

However, most of the infrequent weapons are more fancy than practical, which Zhang Heng directly ignores.

In the end, there was only one copy of "Peerless Knife" and one copy of "Overlord Gun".

According to Zhang Heng's understanding, both of them are tyrannical paths that are in line with him.

In the end, he chose "Overlord Spear".

"After all, an inch is long and an inch is strong. Let your sword dance's wind and water rise, I shot it out. You haven't touched me yet, you may have a hole in your body."

Determined the faculty.

Zhang Heng didn't hesitate anymore, took the Ruyi Blade directly, and came to a clearing of Populus euphratica forest behind the mountain.

Then he opened the yellow-level inferior masterpiece "Overlord Spear" and placed it on a large rock in front of him.

At first glance, there was nothing on the white jade album.

It was not until Zhang Heng felt it carefully that he noticed an almost transparent arrow-shaped notch in the center of the jade book.

When feeling deeply, Zhang Heng suddenly felt a terrifying tremor.

It seemed as if an impenetrable spear hit his face, piercing his eyebrows, and piercing his entire head with one shot.

"This is just a Huang-level inferior and unparalleled knowledge, the power is so amazing?"

Zhang Heng was forced to retreat three steps in a row by this breath, exclaiming to himself.

Caressing the mark, there was a sharp tingling in his hand, and his finger was actually scratched. Zhang Heng couldn't help but whisper: "This is not an arrow mark, but the mark of a gun."

The strong human beings can seal up their own understanding of faculty as a series of engravings.

Every engraving is a trick.

This is the origin of most faculties.

"First of all, I want to comprehend this engraving and practice my marksmanship to the first glimpse level." Zhang Heng said to himself.

Each faculty is divided into different levels according to the level of study, from low to high, namely: first glimpse, small success, great success, extraordinary, legendary, flawless, and superb.

The first glimpse is the first level of faculty.

After a while, Zhang Heng fell into contemplation: "The engraving of the gun tells me that if you want to get a first glimpse, you must have the most basic understanding of your unique knowledge."

"But what is the most basic understanding?"

Zhang Heng was puzzled, and simply injected his vitality into the Ruyi Blade in his hand, and instantly turned into a spear of iron.

Immediately, Zhang Heng stood up with his gun, imitating the engraving of the gun, and stabbed a Populus euphratica not far away with all his strength.

There was a sharp ding.

The tip of the gun touched the body of the Populus tree.

It was like stabbing on a stubborn stone, gold and iron, without piercing at all, but slashed away at once, leaving no nicks.

Zhang Heng frowned slowly and looked at the engraving of the gun again.

After a while, he stabbed again.

Ding sound.

The spear opened again.

Zhang Heng once again sensed the engraving of the gun.

Then another shot was stabbed.

…

After half an hour.

Zhang Heng shot for the hundredth time.

The dark iron spear, like a dragon, pierced the twisted and knotted Populus euphratica tree for a thousand years.

This time it was a "beep" sound.

This time, the iron spear was not bounced. Instead, one-third of the shot was submerged in the hard trunk of the Populus euphratica.

A smile of relief appeared on Zhang Heng's face.

"I seem to understand something." Zhang Heng said to himself.

While talking, Zhang Heng once again looked at the "Overlord Spear" on the stone.

Then came another shot, like a green dragon going to sea.

Another shot...

Again...

When the iron gun was stabbed for the thousandth time, it was late at night, and Zhang Heng was already drenched with sweat.

However, he was not tired at all, and his whole person was full of vigor.

At the same time, he also exudes an inexplicable self-confidence.

He was more and more like a gun, stiff and sharp.

This time, the gun was connected to the thousand-year-old Populus tree.

There was no jingle, and no sound.

Instead, it made a scream like never before.

Kala burst through the sky with a scream.

The body of the thousand-year-old Populus tree with a thick waist is directly penetrated.

Not only was it penetrated, but the entire tree body was directly cut off by Zhang Heng with a shot.

The canopy is verdant like a giant umbrella, and half of the tree body crashed to the ground, arousing dust and sand in the sky.

Even the people in the cabin on the hill were alarmed.

"What's the sound! It doesn't make people feel at ease in the middle of the night."

"It should be someone who is practising fascination in the woods below the mountain."

"It's Zhang Heng. This afternoon, I saw him carrying the wishful blade into the Populus euphratica forest."

"Listen to the voice, has his fascination reached the first glimpse?"