The Omniscient

As early as when the door was opened, the tiny invisible itch powder was sprinkled in the air in front of the door.

They are so small that they float in the air. As long as people walk through them, they are bound to be contaminated.

However, how could Huang Ji be afraid of this? Walked up on the face.

"Nice, it's poisoned, at most a minute or two will start scratching itself uncomfortably, heartbreaking!" Seti secretly said.

All the students stared at Huang Ji, watching him move towards the next trap.

All kinds of traps are their tests of the strength of instructors. Want to test students? Be tested by the students first.

If you don’t show extraordinary strength in this series of ‘pranks’, and make them feel ‘just this’.

This group of unruly students will ruthlessly eliminate the new instructors!

"Stop!"

Huang Ji stepped on the smooth floor. From the gate to the playground where the students were, a large area was smeared with super synovial fluid.

As soon as the foot stepped on it, it immediately slipped away.

"Haha! He is about to fall!" The students widened their eyes, waiting for the next scene where Huang Ji fell to the ground.

Unexpectedly, Huang Ji slid and took a step forward. Not only did he not fall, but he also slipped out several meters on the floor, and his body remained stable!

"Ah!" the students said in astonishment.

Huang Ji was on the smooth floor, with ease, as if skating, his legs swayed slightly, and he slipped out more than forty meters and came to the crowd.

It was too fast, and it was incredible to be able to keep the center of gravity even while sliding so fast.

"So can super synovial fluid be used?"

"Of course, Dylan, the Ascendant who secretes it, can skate on the super synovial fluid! But it's difficult. The trick is very difficult to master. The shift of various centers of gravity can only be expected, and it is unspeakable."

"Unexpectedly he was so skilled... he should have just practiced."

Several students whispered, looking at Huang Ji who came to them in a second, secretly failing.

There are very few people who specialize in training this skill. The main reason is that they can’t teach by precepts. Everyone’s weight and coefficient of friction are different. Those who can’t teach it can only keep beating on it, and finally master the trick.

"Your training method is really unique." Huang Ji said coldly.

Seti pouted and stepped forward and said, "Instructor, this is a welcome ceremony..."

"Bang!" Huang Ji kicked him without a chance to finish speaking.

"Hiss!" The students were stunned by this sudden kick.

This instructor is too hard to talk, it's just a kick if you don't say anything.

But Seti is also extraordinary, even though he was caught off guard and couldn't avoid this kick, but the moment he was kicked, he reacted to relieve his strength!

Those who are unruly and rebellious often have real abilities.

I saw Serti being kicked into the air. When the volley couldn't bear the force, she suddenly retracted, her knees were in front of her chest, her body spun for two and a half weeks, made a round kick, and then landed steadily.

The big long legs also drew a big circle on the ground, and a breeze blew up.

During the whole process, I was just kicked a few meters away, and I didn't fall down, and even looked very chic!

"Hey!" Serti stood up and patted his clothes, without humming, as if the power of this kick was nothing more than that.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

"Why are you kicking me!"

Seti was stunned. It turned out that when he kicked and unloaded and adjusted the landing posture, he just hit the partner behind him.

But what he was surprised was not that he kicked someone, but his teammate who was kicked off. Why did he sore?

"I'm sorry...I think it's okay, is there such a pain?"

"With this kicking power, you won't be so painful, right?" Serti said with a weird expression.

Everyone has survived the unbearable training of ordinary people. Who does not get hurt every day?

"Spore! Spore! Slot!"

Seeing the kicked partner, he took his hand out of his pocket, and saw that his arm was covered with spores the size of a little fingertip.

Those things are deep red, and they are still growing, they are obviously consuming blood frantically and dividing themselves.

"Trough! The glass bottle of blood-sucking spores broke?" Seti was dumbfounded.

This person was the student who had previously proposed to use blood-sucking spores, and the glass bottle containing the spores was hidden in his jacket pocket.

He put his hand in his pocket and held the glass bottle, ready to take it out to sprinkle the new instructor.

The result was not bad. Just now, when Serti unloaded his strength, he kicked it in a roundabout way, and kicked it directly from the side, accurately!

The blood-sucking spore, instead, got his own hand!

This kind of thing parasitizes on the surface of the human body and can continuously **** blood and multiply.

Eventually it will spread throughout the body and theoretically can **** people alive.

Of course, since they use it to play, there is naturally law to govern.

"Hurry, hurry! Fire! Fire!" Seti shouted.

The blood-sucking spores are very easy to absorb heat, ignite the fire and die soon.

I saw Serti dig out the alcohol and poured it on his teammate's arm and set it alight.

The man's entire arm was on fire, gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain, watching countless blood-sucking spores curling up like dead skin, then turning to ashes.

Given his physical fitness, a little burn doesn't matter at all, the blood-sucking spores die faster under the fire.

"Are you special..." It was very painful to be sucked blood by the spore, and the man looked at Serti complainingly.

Seti was speechless. He didn't know such a coincidence. He didn't play a trick at the time, so he just ran into it.

"Hey, this instructor is very lucky..." Seti secretly said, staring at Huang Ji with a look of dissatisfaction.

He failed several consecutive pranks and even hurt his own people, which made him extremely irritable.

"You call Serti..." Huang Ji walked over and said.

"So what?" Seti is the strongest among the students in this class. His physical fitness is close to that of the dragon, and his fighting skills are also very good. There are a total of eight levels in the "Secret Technique of the Guardian of the Holy Tomb", and he has reached Sixth level.

Every year, there are always a few talented students, he is, as long as he can survive the collapse, he is at the level of Saya.

"Hurt teammates, get a hundred sticks by yourself, Somi, you come and do it." Huang Ji said, leaping onto the training platform.

"Slot, he jumped over the carpet bomb." Seti stared at Huang Ji, letting Somi bring a stick and hit him.

"Boom! Boom!" Every stick is vigorous.

The wooden stick is about the thickness of an adult's arm, and the quality is very good. It broke suddenly after hitting it ten times.

Sommy took another stick and continued to beat it, repeating and breaking a hundred sticks before it was finished.

During the whole process, Seti didn't say a word. He was beaten while looking at Huang Ji.

The more he pondered, the more things were wrong.

"No...Why hasn't he been poisoned yet?"

"Should it not be itchy and start to wailing and scratching?"

Not only Serti, everyone found that something was wrong.

Serti gritted her teeth, **** behind her back, breathing quickly, almost inhaling through her teeth.

On the other hand, Huang Ji did not change his face, his expression was indifferent, and there seemed to be no signs of poisoning.

Hawk, with the crossbow hidden behind his back, looked very good. He squinted and could even see the fine powder on Huang Ji's neck and arms.

"He is indeed poisoned, why is there no movement?"

"Could it be..."

Hawk seemed to think of something, and asked in a trembling voice, "Teach... instructor. Do you... how do you feel?"

Huang Ji looked at him and said, "Are you itching?"

"..." Everyone was shocked, and this guy felt it!

"Impossible... Is he resisting?"

"How can this be carried! This kind of poisonous itching is so ridiculous, so far none of the subjects who have been subjected to the experiment has been able to fail to scratch and lose control!"

Many of the students have actually experienced this kind of itchy poison. Anyone who has experienced that kind of pain, without exception, dare not try again!

How could someone be so calm under such torture?

"I don't believe it!" Serti listened without saying a word, and suddenly pushed Soomi who was waving his stick away, jumped onto the stage, rushed to Huang Ji, and stretched out his hand to touch his arm.

"Surti!" Hawke wanted to remind him that he would be poisoned too.

But Seti doesn't care. He doesn't believe that anyone can endure this kind of pain. If Instructor Long can, then so can he!

But soon, he felt the extremely strong sensory stimulation.

"Mmm..."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

This itch is a kind of pain that cannot be relieved. Huang Ji knows very well that it is like a symbol of life and death in it, which makes people go crazy.

However, unable to bear the yellow pole can shield the senses.

He noticed this poisonous powder before entering the door, and quickly learned that it had no effect other than the sensory stimulation for ten minutes, so he was poisoned voluntarily indifferently.

It's just pain. Any sensory stimulation can be directly transformed into a pure sense of information, cold without any sense of information, and it shields the correspondence of vision, smell, touch and other aspects.

Huang Ji can shield the pain while also knowing that he is being stimulated by the toxin, and knowing the level of pain, and even describing the pain.

No matter how great the pain is, it is the same to him. He knew everything except no real pain.

Huang Ji said to Seti: "If you can't help but cut it, who will give him a knife?"

"I have a knife!" Hawk took out a knife and jumped onto the stage: "Setti! Cut it!"

"I can't bear it!" Serti was itching like crazy, but he was more stubborn!

It's okay for Huang Ji not to say it, and he will never cut off his finger after saying Seti.

He only stained his hand, but Huang Ji's arms and neck were poisoned. Huang Ji was like a okay person. I'm just an itchy finger, so what to cut!

"Cut it! You can connect it again!" Hawke saw him frantically kneading his finger bones, almost crushing them.

"Don't cut it! Go away!" Seeing that Huang Ji could bear it, Seti had to bear it no matter what.

"Damn, I should have singled him out from the beginning!"

Seti was so uncomfortable that he pushed Hawk away abruptly.

When he was in pain, he was so powerful that he directly pushed Hawk off the stage.

Hawke was good at it, he didn't fall down, just staggered a few steps in succession. But just these few steps made him step on the steps.

"Boom!" The carpet bomb exploded on the spot.

Hawke was lifted directly into the air, and his lower body fell to the ground in flesh and blood.

Huang Ji calmly said: "Injury teammates, add a hundred sticks."

"Fake!" Seti couldn't bear it anymore, enduring the pain, punched Huang Ji.

Huang Ji staggered and slapped.

Seti showed disdain, he found that Huang Ji's fist speed was not fast, it was a bit worse than him!

He was kicked before, but he didn't enter a fighting state. At this moment, his eyes were red, just thinking about turning the yellow pole.

Focus on fighting will, UU reading www.uukanshu. The response speed of com changed immediately.

He shook his fist confidently and changed direction, ready to blast Huang Ji away.

Unexpectedly, with this change, his hair suddenly exploded, and he had the illusion of Huang Ji kicking his legs at the same time.

"wrong!"

Serti reacted too quickly, even if his eyes didn't see it, he would react even if his keen sixth sense was aware of it!

Seeing that Ser Tim was about to hit the yellow pole, suddenly he made a small jump, and at the same time he received half of his hand strength, he raised his right leg to block a wave of air.

"Eh..." Seti was startled.

Huang Ji didn't kick his leg, it was still the ordinary palm.

"I prejudged too much?"

"Bang!" Seti was slapped flying by Huang Ji's palm, and rolled down from the sky.

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