Supernatural Power Cultivation: Reckless And Cunning

A new day, in the training ground of the Battle Academy.

It was crowded here, noisy like a vegetable market.

Students gathered around the battle stage with excitement and nervousness.

Ye Lan was as calm as an old dog, as if the first place was already in his pocket.

Yesterday afternoon, the list of the first round of matches had been announced, and he was standing in the No. 7 training ground waiting for the game to start.

Due to the large number of people in the early stage, they could only be divided into multiple battle stages at the same time, and the battle list was completely determined by electronic lottery.

In the early stage, the two masters could only blame one of them for bad luck. The freshmen have been forced to adapt to the atmosphere of the Taoist Academy and believe that luck is also part of strength.

"My luck is too bad. I met a thunder-type supernatural power in the first game."

"Hahaha, my opponent is a third-level power-type, it seems that I will definitely win in the first round."

Two classmates, one tall and one short, were talking on the side. After hearing this, Ye Lan looked at them and thought to himself: "His opponent won't be me, then he is really sure to lose!"

Not long after, a thin but dignified middle-aged man walked onto the stage. Seeing this scene, the students below the stage also quieted down at the same time.

"I am the instructor of the Battle Academy. I will be responsible for your game today.

If there are still people who don't know the rules of the game now, then you don't have to participate. The people whose names I read will go on stage directly."

This instructor seemed to have a bad temper, or maybe the Battle Academy was so vigorous and resolute. There was no ceremony and the game started directly.

The battle stage was wide enough, with a square frame on each side. Before the battle, both sides needed to distance themselves and stand in a box.

Soon, the two people whose names were read came on stage and prepared. The instructor didn't seem to want to waste a second and shouted to start directly.

After several fierce competitions, it was finally Ye Lan's turn.

As expected, his opponent was the tall boy.

"Brother, I advise you to admit defeat directly, so that you can avoid being injured too badly and go back to lie down for a long time."

The opponent seemed particularly confident and calm, with a slight smile on his lips, revealing an expression of winning.

Ye Lan naturally knew the details of the opponent, a third-level fire-type psychic. As early as the battle list was announced, he had already known about this.

Under normal circumstances, the scorching flames released by fire-type psychics are enough to make the same level of strength-type players feel extremely uncomfortable.

It is almost impossible to get close and attack without suffering any damage.

But Ye Lan is not an ordinary strength-type.

"Do it!" Seeing Ye Lan walk directly into the frame and stand still, without any intention of retreating, the instructor announced the official start of the battle expressionlessly.

As soon as the instructor finished speaking, with a bang, the bricks and stones under Ye Lan's feet shattered, and his body was ejected like a cannonball. His skin surface turned red, and he just started to run away.

The tall boy also threw two fireballs in a straight line, and quickly retreated to keep a distance.

When the two fireballs flew in front of Ye Lan, he evaded them with a clever squat.

When he stood up, his leg muscles exploded, and his speed was even faster.

However, there was already a fire in front of him, and a huge flaming fist blasted across half of the field.

The size of the third-level fire fist was no longer something that could be avoided by turning sideways. At this moment, everyone in the audience roughly judged that Ye Lan would be hit and injured. As for how serious the injury would be, it depended on his physical strength.

The fact was indeed as expected. The fire fist directly engulfed his entire body, and the terrifying high temperature caused the surrounding space to begin to distort.

Then the next second, Ye Lan rushed out from the huge ball of fire at an extremely fast speed, with some flames still remaining on his body, so that the audience could not see clearly whether he was injured or not.

"How could this happen!!!"

The fire fist hit the opponent, but it did not cause any obstruction.

Seeing this scene, the tall boy's face instantly showed panic, because the distance between the two was very close. According to Ye Lan's speed, he would be by his side in the next second.

It was too late to retreat now. A flame quickly lit up in his hand and swept towards Ye Lan.

It was the second-level flame spitting. When the fire column approached Ye Lan's body, it had become as thick as a thigh.

But the fire fist could not stop him, so how could the fire column do it.

Ye Lan raised one foot and kicked the opponent out directly, and fell outside the battle stage.

According to the rules of the game, falling out of the battle stage is considered a defeat.

It was not until the end of the battle that everyone realized that the one who was really relaxed was this power-type mutant. He had a calm face and had no injuries on his body!

The instructor on the side also showed a hint of surprise in his eyes, seeing that Ye Lan had an extraordinary physique, but did not say much. After recording the information of the winner, he began to prepare for the next game.

"Hello, classmate. My name is Wang Hu. I just saw your fighting performance, which was really cool."

"That's right. Those fire-type superpowers were so arrogant every day, but you kicked them off the stage. It was so cool! Hahaha!"

As soon as Ye Lan came down from the stage, he was surrounded by three people praising him. Judging from their appearance, they seemed to have suffered a lot from the fire-type superpowers.

He responded with a few words and prepared to leave.

"Let's go to the No. 3 training ground together. The two goddesses are fighting there today." Wang Hu invited enthusiastically.

"The two goddesses" obviously refer to Su Zhixue and Fan Yueting, because there are no beauties who can compare with them in the Taoist Academy at present, otherwise they would have been exposed in the forum long ago.

Ye Lan also wanted to see what Fan Yueting had hidden, so he agreed and followed her to the No. 3 training ground.

Then when the four of them arrived at the entrance of the No. 3 training ground, they were dumbfounded. Not to mention wanting to go in to watch the battle, even the entrance was surrounded by people.

Even some people with injuries came over. It was obvious that they had just finished the game and did not go back to treat their injuries.

Seeing this situation, Ye Lan was also very speechless. Although the beauty was popular, it was destined that most people could not get her. Is it necessary to pursue her so much!

He had given up watching the game. He said something to Wang Hu and turned away.

"Ye Lan, stop!"

He had just walked a few steps when he heard someone calling his name. He turned around and saw that it was Li Fei, with seven or eight younger brothers behind him.

This guy also came to watch the two "goddesses"

It was a pity that he came too late. He was thinking of asking his younger brothers to help him clear the way, but he saw Ye Lan.

When he reported to school that day, he remembered Ye Lan's fearless face. Later, he felt that he had done well but could not find Ye Lan.

At this moment, he walked straight over with people, and the corners of his mouth could not help but rise, thinking that he could finally let out this breath.

"Boy, when you were mocking me, did you ever think about today?"

Li Fei's tone was filled with uncontrollable pleasure. If Ye Lan had a little more injury on his body, he would have laughed out loud.

The two sides got closer, and before Ye Lan could answer, a younger brother behind Li Fei suddenly pointed out: "It's you!"

"Do you know him?" Li Fei turned and looked at the man behind him.

"Brother Fei, I saw him in a restaurant outside the school. At that time, a mature beauty and bodyguards invited him to dinner."

After listening to the younger brother's explanation, he looked at Ye Lan's handsome face again and was stunned for two seconds.

"Fuck, it turns out that you are still a little white face!"