Chapter 26 Reaction
Limited by the sense of urgency brought by "time"——
For him who needs to kill Feitan in ten months, which one should he focus on?
Morrow did not have the luck of Killua, he was able to meet Yun Gu first, and then Bisji...
If this question was thrown in front of Bisji, he should be able to get the answer immediately.
But Moro didn't have Bisji, so he could only think of the answer on his own.
He was thinking, is it necessary to stop and practice in games below the 200th floor of the Sky Arena?
The answer is yes.
He is not short of money, so there is no need to strive to speed through 200 floors like Killua.
What is even more lacking at present is experience and knowledge at the level of martial arts.
Compared to levels above 200, which already focus on telekinesis abilities, competitions below level 200 are more likely to encounter skilled martial artists like the one just now.
Originally——
Morrow came to the telepathic users in the Sky Arena.
However, after witnessing a martial arts duel that was both superior and life-and-death, his thoughts changed somewhat.
Since rebirth, everything that needs to be done is to point to the matter of "Feitan's death".
Hence, in the direction of becoming stronger, the combat characteristics of Feitan must be taken into consideration.
So Moreau naturally thought——
How to deal with Feitan's quick attack is definitely the key to successfully killing Feitan.
Not to mention the accumulated combat experience, at least you must be able to see Feitan's sharp knife clearly.
Morrow relied on his own cognition to come up with a rough answer in his thinking.
Without the guidance of a famous teacher like Bisji, he didn't know whether the choice he made at this moment was correct.
What he can do is to unite knowledge and action. Now that he has identified the direction, he can no longer hesitate.
And these ring competitions in the Sky Arena...
can help him make up for his weaknesses.
"Come again."
Morrow's thoughts returned to reality, and he turned to look at the woman with long ponytail who was retreating with her hands covered.
Hearing Moreau's words, the ponytail woman's eyebrows almost knitted together.
"You..."
She wanted to ask something, but felt it was inappropriate, so she closed her mouth, endured the surprise in her heart and the pain on her palm, and attacked Moreau again.
Still using methodical and deft steps, he moved to the blind spot of Moreau's vision while sprinting.
"He is hiding, that means..."
When the woman with long ponytail took action, she noticed Moro's evasive reaction, and her heart suddenly became certain.
She changed her stance, and the palm of her hand suddenly dropped, hitting Moreau on the shoulder.
Bang!
There was another muffled sound in the arena.
Immediately afterwards——
His!
The woman with the long ponytail felt as if the palm had struck an iron block. She took a breath of cold air, covered her hand with severe pain, and retreated quickly as if she had been electrocuted.
So hard...
How could it be so hard?
Even hard qigong cannot reach this level, right?
A fine cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the woman with long ponytail.
The first time she took action, she restrained her strength because of Moro's young age.
As for the second attack, he already recognized Moreau's strength, so he did not hold back.
But it was precisely because he did not spare any effort that he suffered a more serious backlash.
Hutching her already red and swollen palms, the ponytailed woman felt that her bones were broken, and her heart was filled with solemnity.
She looked at Moreau intently, but saw...
She was thinking deeply again? ? !
The ponytail woman's cheeks twitched.
And Moreau was thinking about the confrontation just now.
Although he did not prevent the sudden change of moves of the ponytailed woman, his mind was able to respond faster than his body.
Just because I was too hasty, I failed to control the intensity of my thoughts.
As a result, the opponent will suffer too much rebound damage.
This is definitely not what Moreau wants to see.
He could tell that the woman with long ponytail in front of him had martial arts skills.
Putting aside his physical strength, the way he quickly circled behind him reminded him of Killua.
Hence, Moreau wanted to experience the attack of the woman with the long ponytail as much as possible in the limited three minutes, and then hoped to learn something from it.
But it seemed that the other party was really scared just now.
Morrow quickly ended his thinking, looked at the woman with the long ponytail who was already covered in cold sweat, and said earnestly: "Come again, I will pay attention this time, and I promise not to fight back."
..."
The woman with the long ponytail could not help but remain silent, while gritting her teeth hard.
One of her palms was probably broken, which actually made her think about giving up.
But seeing Moreau's reaction, she was very unwilling to do so.
beside.
Him Rao is a well-informed referee, and when he saw Moreau's performance at this time, he could not help but look strange.
Not to mention some of the contestants in the audience who are paying attention to this game.
"Obviously he was hit, but it was the woman who was injured..."
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"He was distracted and meditating on the ring... It's too arrogant."
"Dare to compete like this, huh, that means he didn't meet me."
Some contestants in the audience were talking about it.
There was only one handsome man who said nothing and stared closely at Moreau on the ring.
On the arena.
Morrow looked at the woman with long ponytail eagerly. The latter gritted her teeth and did not want to lose the game in this way.
"Drink!"
The woman with the long ponytail gave up her footwork, adjusted her breathing, tried her best to mobilize the muscles of her body, and immediately rushed to Moreau in one step.
Fighting right!
Hunting into the horse stance, he punched Moreau straight in the abdomen.
Morrow lowered his eyes and caught the fist from the woman with long ponytail.
Power, speed, angle.
All elements are integrated into this punch, giving people a very pleasing feeling.
This method of exerting force and fisting path should have gone through countless targeted adjustments and training.
Just——
See clearly.
Sure enough, footwork is also very important...
If this punch was to assist the footwork, I lacked the experience to deal with it, so I probably wouldn't be able to defend it.
In the blink of an eye, Moreau felt that his thinking length was different from before, and he could think of many things in such a short moment.
Then——
Morrow lowered his hand and put his palm on the path where the long ponytail woman's fist must pass.
Even consciously controlled the intensity of the thoughts lingering in his palms.
Bang!
The long ponytail woman's fist hit Moreau's palm hard, but it was as if all her energy was poured into cotton without any feedback.
Morrow remained motionless, and the woman with the long ponytail was frozen in place like a statue.
"You..."
The soft, deep water-like stagnation feedback from the fist made the woman with the long ponytail lose consciousness for a while.
She felt as if she had reached some kind of realm that she could not understand.
Then she raised her eyes and looked at Moreau blankly.
Fortunately, what I saw was no longer a thoughtful reaction, but the young man's spring-breathing smile.
"Thank you."
Morrow took back his palm and thanked him sincerely.
I can learn a lot from this place.
At this moment, Moreau was extremely sure.
The woman with the long ponytail opened her mouth, and finally lowered her arms feebly.
"Referee...I admit defeat."
(End of this chapter)