Commanding Wind and Cloud

Luo Lin followed aggressively, followed the direction of his gaze curiously, and asked casually, "What are you looking at...Macos!"

Luo Lin's exclamation immediately attracted the attention of the people around him, and a series of low cries of surprise followed one after another. In an instant, almost all attention was focused on the person who was watching vigorously.

He was of ordinary height, with short blond hair, and the muscles on his shoulders were particularly prominent and bulging. Even if he was covered by a soldier's uniform, he couldn't hide his powerful aura.

McCaus was recognized as the number one by all the students of the Oakland Academy of Magic and Warriors before he took the initiative, and the sixth-level fighters in the third grade and his rich fighting experience have always been firmly in the number one position.

The team members who formed a small phalanx moved aside one after another, making way for McCaus, who was walking towards the drive, to give way to a relatively spacious passage.

"Are you motivated?" McCoss, who is two years older and half a head taller, said indifferently from a bird's-eye view: "I was not at school a few days ago. I came back last night and heard that many people praised you as the number one in the academy..."

The faces of the onlookers changed almost at the same time. Excitement and anticipation replaced the sleepiness that had always lingered on their faces because they woke up early and did not want to retreat.

In the past few days, there has been a lot of disputes about whether the drive has become the strongest student in the academy. Some people think that next year's drive will be the strongest in the academy, but today the strongest is still the third-year McCaus.

Because of the matter of who is the most able to fight among the students in the academy, it has been vaguely divided into two factions, the hard-working faction and the down-doing faction.

Now, as soon as McCaus came back to the academy, he immediately came to his door. Although his words were very calm, there was no way to hide the naked sense of challenge and gunpowder in it, or he never thought of hiding it at all.

No matter which college it is, there is always only one number one! The number one person in any academy would not be willing to give up this throne, not just because of glory, but the number one person indeed has many, many privileges among the students.

"This..." Gan Jin raised his little finger and scratched his head, suddenly raised his right foot, poured his seven-level strength into his legs and stomped on the ground, and there was a muffled sound that hit the hearts of everyone in the quiet campus!

Level seven competition! Many people were sucking in the air-conditioning, and some even forgot to breathe altogether. A large number of students looked at the energy in disbelief, wondering if they hadn't woken up? How can a warrior student who is only in the first grade have the strength of the seventh grade!

McCaus's challenging expression froze, the surprise in his eyes was mixed with a lot of doubts, and he secretly guessed in his heart whether he had entered the Spirit Fighting Formation secretly through other means in advance? Otherwise, this is really inexplicable. How can a first-year fighter student have a level-7 rivalry? Could it be that he is a blood warrior who has awakened the power of his blood? impossible! He must have entered the Spirit Fighting Formation! It must be so!

In an instant, McCoss saw the energetic eyes! His whole body shook suddenly, his legs subconsciously pushed back violently, and beads of sweat the size of beans oozed from his forehead in the blink of an eye.

murderous look! McCaus looked at Mo Jin in horror, his body trembling uncontrollably, secretly wondering if this young man was human? He is only a first-year warrior student, how could his eyes emit such an astonishing murderous aura! ? That is clearly the murderous aura of a person who climbed out of the sea of ​​corpses and killed hundreds or even thousands of people on the battlefield!

To fight such a person? McCoss couldn't bring up the slightest will to fight at all, and he was completely scared just by looking at the murderous eyes of Ke Jin!

McCoss looked at the ground, not daring to meet the energetic eyes, and kept asking himself in his mind, how is this possible? How could he have so much killing breath? Not to mention me, even veteran soldiers who have actually been on the battlefield may not have such a murderous aura as him.

"Speaking of which..." Mo Jin looked up at McCaus: "Senior, can I say that I am the strongest student in this academy now? If not..."

boom! Another sound of footsteps spread across the campus, and McCaus's complexion suddenly changed drastically. His pupils shrank to the size of a pinhead, and a few drops of shocking cold sweat leaked from his forehead again. His legs were unable to support his body, and he knelt down on the ground with a thud, staring blankly at the ground.

"This...how is it possible..." McCaus's eyes were full of disbelief, and his whole spirit seemed to have completely collapsed in an instant. The strength of this first-year fighter student just stomping his feet for the second time turned out to be an eighth-level fighting spirit!

The other students had never seen the eighth-level fighting strength, so they couldn't tell the difference between the first kick and the second kick of the energy, but McCaus had seen an old fighter use the eighth-level fighting strength, and the feeling was exactly the same as the one used by the energy just now!

"So... it should be okay, right?" The energetic words floated into McCaus's ears from behind.

Yes... McCaus's lips twitched with indescribable bitterness. The eighth level of fighting strength can indeed be called the number one student among Oakland Magic and Warrior students.

A long-awaited fight between dragons and tigers came to an abrupt end after stomping their feet on the ground, and a group of students were very puzzled about what happened just now. Even though the two sides were of such a level of competition, McCaus's experience and style of play could make up for many gaps. There might be a chance for him to really start. How could this person give up the title of the number one student so easily.

"Sure enough, it's cool to be strong enough." Jogging vigorously on the campus playground, recalling the two feet stomping the ground just now, the expression of McCaus changed, and he couldn't help but chuckled softly.

"Qi Jin, what happened just now?" Luo Lin moved his obese body, puffing and puffing beside Qian Jin: "The teacher and the principal are not here today, so I have no place to ask. What happened just now? You stomped your feet, why did McCoss admit defeat?"

"This matter, you should ask him instead of me, I don't know."

"Student, we are roommates and classmates now, and I will be your uncle in the future, how can you not tell me the truth..."

"Classmates, relatives can't be mistaken. Well, let me tell you the reason quietly. Just now I used the eighth level of fighting strength for my second kick..."

Plop... When Luo Lin's obese body was greatly shocked, his two fat legs did not move over for a while, and he fell firmly to the ground and raised his head and shouted: "Is it true or not?"

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