Global Dungeon: My talent is called Wind Spirit Moon Shadow

It soon became known that Lu Xiaoqi was going to fight Wang Liang.

One of them was a genius who had been ranked first in the school for three consecutive years, but he only had the lowest gray talent.

The other one, although his grades were slightly inferior, had a good family background and had awakened a superior purple talent. This level of talent could be ranked among the best in the entire province and city.

Adding the difference in skills...

The two were not comparable at all, the latter had too much advantage over the former!

What people were discussing was how strong Wang Liang would be after awakening; what skills Wang Liang would learn; and how many moves Lu Xiaoqi could survive under Wang Liang's hands.

"No way? Someone is betting on Lu Xiaoqi to fight back?"

Several teenagers with dyed hair were sitting in a corner of the campus betting against each other. The boy with small eyes and yellow hair pointed at the purple-haired boy who was betting and laughed. Everyone was betting on how many moves Lu Xiaoqi could survive, but unexpectedly, a weirdo came and bet on him to win!

The purple-haired boy shrank his neck and said stubbornly: "Why can't we fight back? After all, he is the first in the grade!"

"That was in the past!" Another red-haired boy patted the purple-haired boy with sympathy in his eyes, "The increase in combat power of talents of different levels is very different, not to mention that Wang Liang can learn skills, and Lu Xiaoqi... Even if he can learn, he only has one skill bar!"

"What a pity!" The red-haired boy shook his head and sighed, as if he was sighing for his good brother's wallet.

At this age, they obviously can't gamble much, but the money for a pack of cigarettes can also make people feel heartbroken for a long time.

The purple-haired boy didn't think so: "How can the skills just learned be effective? And talents are also divided into categories. What if Wang Liang's talent can't directly increase combat power?"

"Then you are wrong!" The yellow-haired boy laughed and said mysteriously: "Inside information, someone heard Wang Liang brag that his talent is the type of increasing physical values, a typical combat talent!"

"Otherwise, how dare he bet on the skill book and duel with Lu Xiaoqi?"

"Ah? Really?" The purple-haired boy found it difficult to accept the fact.

"Of course it's true, why would I lie to you? But let me make it clear first, bet on it!"

......

"They all think you are doomed to lose." Chen Haoren sighed beside Lu Xiaoqi.

Lu Xiaoqi closed the combat theory book full of notes, tilted his head and looked at Chen Haoren, "What about you? Good man, what do you think?"

"What do I think? Of course I am sitting there and can't bear to watch!" Chen Haoren said unhappily.

"I want you to win, but his strength won't allow it!"

Lu Xiaoqi's lips curled slightly, "Don't worry, I will not only win, I will win beautifully!"

Chen Haoren rolled his eyes, and was completely speechless about this blindly confident guy.

......

Wang Liang dressed very handsomely today. He specially asked someone to make a beautiful middle-parted hairstyle for him, with gray-white overalls and a black turtleneck.

As soon as he sat in the classroom, he attracted several girls to secretly look at him, which made him very proud.

Today.

He wanted to crush Lu Xiaoqi with absolute strength and fight the first battle of his comeback beautifully.

He wanted Lu Xiaoqi to know that those fancy things were useless, and the key was to have strong strength!

He also wanted to let the whole school know that he, Wang Liang, was the man who dominated Rongcheng Middle School!

......

Zhao Xueqing was also watching, but she was not looking at Wang Liang.

She was very curious. At this time, why was Lu Xiaoqi still so calm and in the mood to take out the textbook to review the lessons?

......

The practical teacher was a burly man in his early thirties. When he entered the classroom, he first glanced at Wang Liang, who was full of confidence, and Lu Xiaoqi, who looked calm.

Obviously, the news had reached him. "The whole class, follow me to the martial arts field. This class is a practical lesson."

The classmates were buzzing and discussing. Many of them were excited and seemed to be eager to witness something.

The practical teacher frowned and scolded: "Be quiet! Other classes are still in class! Why are you making so much noise?"

The class was suddenly silent. The practical teacher looked at the effect of his domineering appearance and nodded with satisfaction.

Lu Xiaoqi touched his ears and looked at the teacher speechlessly:

Teacher, has anyone told you that you actually have the loudest voice?

What? No one said it?

Then I won't say anything more...

Following the loud-voiced teacher to the martial arts arena, everyone lined up as required, and first had a regular warm-up session.

After the warm-up, with the order from the practical teacher, the students found their own people, formed groups of two, and began to practice fighting.

The practice venue was on the ring, under the teacher's nose.

After three years, everyone knew each other's strengths, and the practice was just to fool around. If the practical teacher was not strict, he would often turn a blind eye.

Soon it was the highlight of the day: Wang Liang vs. Lu Xiaoqi.

Before the battle, the practical teacher, who was sitting aside with half-closed eyes, as if he was about to fall asleep, suddenly stood up and said to Wang Liang with a serious face: "No weapons are allowed, no deadly or heavy hands are allowed, if you deliberately violate the rules, I have the right to expel you!"

Wang Liang said yes. In his opinion, it was not necessary at all. It would be easy to take down Lu Xiaoqi, who had a gray talent, right?

Lu Xiaoqi was speechless. Who was he looking down on?

On the ring, the two people stood facing each other. Wang Liang looked at Lu Xiaoqi with a provocative look on his face and said, "How is it? Have you thought about the posture of kneeling down to beg for mercy?"

Lu Xiaoqi ignored him and asked the teacher on the side: "Can we start?"

"Let's start!" The practical teacher waved his hand.

Wang Liang was about to say a few trash words when he saw Lu Xiaoqi dwarfed and rushed over.

This familiar posture frightened him, and he quickly raised his hands to parry with a scream.

After two rounds of fighting, Wang Liang's joints were jammed by Lu Xiaoqi and he was pinned to the ring floor unable to move.

Practical teacher: "..."

Chen Haoren: "..."

Zhao Xueqing: "..."

The whole class: "..."

Good guy!

Everyone has thought about many scenarios, but no one has guessed about this one.

The actual combat teacher looked confused and didn’t show a single skill?

The whole class looked confused and didn’t give up a single skill? Didn't you learn?

Wang Liang looked aggrieved. I didn’t even use any of my skills! !

Seeing that Wang Liang was so stuck that he rolled his eyes and refused to admit defeat, the combat teacher quickly pulled the two apart and decided the winner.

"You fell down before I could do anything."

Lu Xiaoqi clapped her hands with a serious look on her face, "All martial arts in the world are invincible, except speed!"

It doesn't matter if you don't duel, as long as there is a place where I, Lu Xiaoqi, play - that is the stage for my personal show!