Stop In The Deep Sea

When Cheng Ye saw this, he seemed to ignore Wang Xin at all and kept an elegant smile on his face.

Wang Xin used his true energy to control his fist and slammed it towards the opponent's position.

This punch may seem ordinary, but it actually contains extremely strong inner strength!

The punch came upon hearing the sound, but Cheng Ye did not dodge, but also met it with fists.

"Bang~"

After a solid impact, both of them took a few steps back, evenly matched.

At the moment when the fists were exchanged, Wang Xin clearly saw that a layer of silver seemed to emerge from Cheng Ye's skin.

"Is this Danyin's strength?" Wang Xin thought to himself.

If he hadn't attached his true energy to his body, this punch would have directly shattered his arm.

"I have to admit that you are the strongest ancient martial arts practitioner I have ever seen." Cheng Ye unbuttoned his suit and vest and smacked his lips in praise.

"You're not bad either. You deserve your reputation as the Aloof Nightmare."

Wang Xin finally understood, no wonder everyone was rushing to transplant elastic mithril.

Who wouldn't be tempted to gain such tyrannical strength with just one operation?

No one can resist the temptation of getting something for nothing.

In comparison, the journey to ancient martial arts was much more difficult and boring.

Not only must we persevere and practice day after day, but we must also consider how to break through the bottleneck period.

After several years of hard training, he was evenly matched with Cheng Ye, who had just received the transplant less than half a year ago.

"Finally, hahahaha, I finally met someone who can fight."

Cheng Ye was extremely arrogant, licking his lips constantly, with a fierce light in his eyes, which was the desire to fight.

However, he does have arrogant capital, and the elastic mithril looms in his jaws, seeming to be ready to attack at any time.

The next moment, he rushed forward like a cheetah.

Not to be outdone, Wang Xin instantly raised his Qi to a higher level.

The two turned into two afterimages and fought together.

It can be seen that Cheng Ye himself has good martial arts skills. Even if he does not transplant bullets and silver, he is still considered to be a relatively capable fighter among ordinary people.

There was a lot of ferocity between his fists and feet, and every movement was a killing move.

However, Wang Xin was not someone to take things for granted. Even when faced with Cheng Ye's violent attack like a storm, he remained calm and calm.

Because he found that in actual combat, the advantages of practicing ancient martial arts for a long time were revealed.

The inheritance of China's ancient martial arts has always focused on moves.

there is always a solution to a problem.

Four taels is worth a thousand catties.

Each sect has its own unique skills, and each move contains profound truths.

But mimicry is different. They were just forcibly improved in physical fitness and turned into hexagonal warriors through external force.

To put it simply, the Mimic's fighting style is a bit like a more advanced street fight.

The two of them didn't hold back their hands, and they punched hard to the flesh.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred moves have been made.

The energy spread by the battle spread to the surroundings, and the walls of the secret room crashed and shattered into powder.

Chai Hao once said that when mimics were first created, they were divided into five levels, namely first level, second level... to fifth level.

The cultivation level of ancient warriors is similar to that, and is also divided into five levels: Extinguishing Realm, Flame Realm, Liao Realm, Huang Realm, and Burning Realm.

They both reach the same goal by different paths. Every time you advance to a level, your physical qualities will make a qualitative leap in all aspects.

Brother Scar and his younger brothers have not even reached the rank and can only be regarded as basic mimics.

Whether a mimic is powerful or not depends not only on the matching of neurons and bullets, but also on talent.

Quan Henan is a top-notch mimic. Not only does his neuron test sensitivity match extremely well, but his personal ability is also among the best, and he uses bullets and silver proficiently.

"I'm afraid Cheng Ye's strength has reached the peak of the first level of mimicry." Wang Xin judged in his heart.

At this time, Cheng Ye's two arms were covered with elastic mithril. Every time it collided with the true energy, it would emit a blue halo, which was as fleeting as ripples in water.

His breath has always been in a stable state, not at all disturbed by the fierce fighting. Elegance and violence appeared on his body at the same time, which seemed extremely unreal.

As the two continued to fight, the battle gradually moved to a more spacious room next to it. It seemed to be a training hall, with various training equipment hanging on the wall.

Wang Xin used the terrain to constantly avoid Cheng Ye's fatal attacks. At this time, his six senses were fully opened, and everything around him was presented in his mind.

Years of precipitation finally broke out at this moment.

A pair of iron fists were so fast that they couldn't be distinguished. The wind of the fists tore through the air and made a terrifying explosion.

He had only one target, and that was Cheng Ye's spine.

That's where the elastic mithril gathers, and all energy comes from here.

But Cheng Ye was very cunning and made head-on moves throughout the whole process without giving Wang Xin any chance.

In less than a quarter of an hour, all the training equipment around him was reduced to pieces, without exception.

The entire training room was in a mess.

The fierce fighting sound attracted the officer on duty at the base. He saw someone attacking the headquarters of the Mimic Alliance at night. He took out his mobile phone in a panic and wanted to ask the Mimics around the base to come for support.

But it was now three o'clock in the morning, and there was no one in the base. Only Brother Scar, who had just moved the body, was not far away, so he called Brother Scar's phone.

...

At the same time, Brother Scar, who was near the headquarters, was taking his younger brother to take a bath in Shuitian Yise.

As soon as I got into the pool, I got a call.

Listening to the news on the phone, Brother Scar suddenly started.

"No, someone broke into the headquarters! Leave quickly!"

He hurriedly got out of the pool, took his pants and ran out, followed by several younger brothers.

Two minutes later, he finally came to the secret room of the base, panting.

Seeing that Mr. Cheng had arrived here first, Brother Scar let out a long sigh of relief.

If Mr. Cheng is here, you won’t be afraid.

But the next second, he was stunned.

The person who had an inseparable fight with Mr. Cheng turned out to be——

"Water ghost?!"

Brother Scar's mouth was open enough to fit two steamed buns. He couldn't believe that the water ghost was so powerful that he could compete with Mr. Cheng.

When the boys next to them saw this, they lowered their heads with guilt. Only then did they realize that they had been deceived by this "Brother Shui" during the day.

Brother Scar kicked his eyes and cursed: "I'll settle the score with you guys tomorrow. You little bastard, how dare you join forces with outsiders to lie to me."

For the sake of the overall situation, Brother Scar did not tell them before that Mr. Cheng had already discovered the water ghost's trick during the day, fearing that they would be exposed.

"What are you doing standing there in a daze? Help Mr. Cheng, copy the guy!" Brother Scar kicked the younger brother closest to him.

When several brothers heard this, they immediately grabbed the training weapons scattered on the ground nearby, trying to make up for it, and rushed forward.

"Crack, snap, snap, snap."

In the blink of an eye, several people came back.

However, he was beaten back.

Although they are also mimics, their strength is the lowest level of basic mimicry. When encountering a fight of Wang Xin and Cheng Ye's level, their combat power can be ignored.

Just being blown by the wind of the two fists, he flew out and fell unconscious.

Brother Scar looked at the younger brothers scattered around at his feet, spit out thick phlegm and cursed angrily:

"Damn it, everyone is so useless, look at me."

After saying that, Brother Scar summoned the silver spikes and flew towards Wang Xin in the field.