The same nature of the chanting moves, the battle between a general holding a sword and a thousand-armed Guanyin.

Although Guanyin has many palms, the general has made the duel evolve into a complete balance of power with his precise quick knife.

Even if Nitro takes advantage of the diverse characteristics of the Hundred Palms to hit the volleyball with tricky trajectories, he still cannot avoid the long sword that Cairo cuts every time.

No one can do anything to the volleyball that goes with the flow.

However, as the ball speed became faster and faster, both sides began to feel struggling.

The key to this showdown is volleyball, not a simple head-on fight. Once the volleyball explodes on which side, which side will lose.

The volleyball was constantly calculated by both sides, flying from point a to point b, and then from point b to point a. The process was exactly the same at the end. They were all wrapped in thought power at the beginning. When they were about to reach the finish line, all thought power was dissipated and turned back into a fragile volleyball.

The average lyricist wants to fight back with all his strength without destroying the volleyball, which is a staggering step.

If you only consider fighting back volleyball, then the volleyball will basically explode directly.

If you only consider protecting the volleyball, the force and speed of the counterattack will become weaker, and then the opponent will fight back in a more fierce way, thus falling into chronic death.

This duel tests the all-round quality of a person with a psychic ability.

Eyes, reactions, calculations, manipulations…

However, both humans and volleyball have their limits.

When the ball speed becomes faster, the difficulty of allocating mental power to the volleyball will also increase accordingly, and then lose control when reaching a certain point.

Who will welcome that moment first?

The two of them could not judge and could only do their best to ensure zero mistakes.

The professional hunters who were attracted by this showdown went to the top floor on the other side and were stunned by the scene in front of them.

The solemn and solemn golden Guanyin and the majestic white jade general are all phenomena with strong visual oppression.

"That's the president..." A middle-aged man in a suit trembled his eyes and said in surprise: "Who is the other side?"

"You're kidding? If you're hit by that ball, you'll be seriously injured even if you don't die, but what's the speed of this back and forth?"

"Stop talking about the ball, it's very hungry to step into that range, right?"

"It's so scary. This is the president's strength, but who is that person?"

"There are too many afterimages, and I can't see the face clearly."

"I can barely see clearly, but I look very keen, and it seems that I am not from the association."

About a dozen professional hunters stood on the top floor on the other end. Looking at the confrontation between Ronaldo and Nitro, they felt a little coldness running around in their bodies, and they had goose bumps all over their bodies.

Even in the concentrating confrontation, Ronaldo and Nitro still noticed the person on the top floor on the other end, but they didn't care at all.

As the volleyball went back and forth more and more times, Nitro's regret became deeper and deeper.

Before the start, Nitro hoped that this would be a joyful game, and it was indeed a joyful enough. This was the feeling that no one would have brought to him in a volleyball game in the past.

However, this is just a game with more entertainment nature, without the sense of crisis at the edge of a cliff, nor the tension at one step of life and death.

So, he was very dissatisfied. Compared to the game, he hoped that this was a duel that really needed to give all his life and even his life.

But is it possible?

It’s because it’s impossible that I regret it.

The evening wind was shattered, and after more than ten minutes of confrontation, when the volleyball was about to reach its limit, the two men's strength and mind control were like a rubber band that was extremely tense, as if they would break in the next second.

"Bang!"

When the volleyball flew to the center of the two, it exploded without warning.

There was no deafening sound or exaggerated air waves, and the process of being ravaged was ended in a way that a balloon exploded.

According to the rules, this should be a draw, and from a bystander point of view, it is difficult to tell who has the upper hand.

The showdown ended, but the remaining power of the aura remained.

The two of them looked at each other from the air, and a trace of white air lingered above their heads.

Luo twisted his neck, took out his robe and covered his body, covering the missing traces of his left arm.

The result was not decided, but after venting, it became much more comfortable.

"It is worthy of being a hundred styles of Guanyin. A hundred palms move together, preventing them from leaking, and there is no gap at all. But after all, it is not a practical battle, and there are many places to restrict their performance."

"If you change the volleyball to an iron ball, I will win 100% within the rules. As for actual combat, if you don't care about life and death, it's really hard to say."

"But, I can win!"

It is precisely because of this game that I have no reason to be confident.

Although Nitro has passed his heyday, he still has nearly 15% room for improvement.

Luo thought silently in his heart, then looked at Nitro who was thinking about something, and said, "Don't you play anymore?"

Nitro looked up at him and said, "Well, just exercise appropriately after meals, but it's still early now. Let's chat with the old man."

"Chatting is not a problem. I'll accompany you when I get the license." Luo smiled slightly.

"If you want a license, just go and take the exam honestly." Nitro stretched out his little finger and dug the ear hole. He knew that he could not keep Luo and chat with him.

"Oh, then I'll leave."

Luo simply turned around and headed towards the entrance of the corridor. After taking a few steps, he stopped, looked back at Nitro, and questioned: "You are going to trip me up, right?"

Nitro's eyes narrowed, he laughed twice, and said seriously: "Who knows?"

Luo's face was slightly dark. Not to mention whether Nitro would stumbling, the generals would block the water and soil, just a hunter test.

After trying to get through the joint, Luo Yinhui glanced at the audience on the other roof, flashed into the entrance of the corridor, and disappeared on the roof.

Nitro looked at the entrance of the corridor and thought silently: "I've been slightly suppressed, and have you left a hand?"

In the showdown just now, he didn't see any sense of existence in the Lin Nie School. It was obvious that Luo Xiaozang had one move, and he used the hundred hands of Guanyin to fight against General Luo's White Jade.

"It's only been a few years, this brat is really amazing."

Nitro scratched his head, ignored the audience on the other rooftop, and walked leisurely towards the entrance of the corridor.

"Is there any way to make Luo want to kill me?"

In a place where no one can see it, Nitro showed a dangerous smile.

This idea is really extreme and dangerous.

However, Nitro could only think about it.

The deep regret that no one knows can only be left in this night.

On the other roof, a dozen hunters watched the president walk into the entrance of the corridor and remained standing there without any intention of leaving.

At this moment, they were all thinking about the confrontation just now, and there was a doubt in their minds: Who is that person? He can fight with the president in no way.

Luo did not take the elevator, but took the stairs.

Follow the steps and walk slowly down.

"You have to contact Macchi and apologize to her first."

"If you can't contact us in a short period of time, go to Lin Nie's place first."
Chapter completed!