books44 Chapter 768: It seems that fate has caught my eye
Chapter 768: It seems that fate has caught my eye
After the battle, he still gained a lot of combat experience.
If you remove the other party's infuriating trash talk.
Then they still benefited a lot from this training.
Luo Ping knelt on the ground, supporting himself with his hands, breathing heavily.
He has reached his limit.
His body was in extreme pain all over, his physical strength was at its limit, and even the strange energy had long been used up in order to repair his body.
He instinctively demanded more strange energy from his own strangeness through the connection of the contract.
However, the contract is two-way, and the strange energy that the other party gives him has a limit. After all, the other party also needs strange energy to maintain itself.
Moreover, this restriction was set because they were afraid that after the contract was signed, the contract master would not be able to withstand so much strange energy.
Even if it was just a part of it, it had already blocked many people.
Huang Bei was also lying on the ground.
The Death Sacrifice had long been taken back, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly as he felt the strange energy draining away in his body.
too strong.
The other party didn't even use his abilities, nor did he exhale anything strange.
Just relying on that powerful body tempered by strange energy and extraordinary fighting skills, he has pushed the two of them to their limits.
Is this the strength of an A-level contract master?
Why did he feel that the other person was not just two levels higher than him, but there was a huge chasm between him, which was daunting and impossible to cross.
Is there really such a big difference between Class C and Class A?
"stand up!"
"Why, you guys give up now?"
The Third Prince picked up a small stone with his foot and kicked it towards Luo Ping.
Bang!
Luo Ping's waist was hit by a stone and he couldn't help but scream.
The last bit of his strength was finally exhausted, his hands went limp, and he fell to the ground.
With a bang, his face hit the ground.
The pain from his nose being hit made him burst into tears.
Woohoo! This senior from the Anti-Physical Alliance is truly merciless!
Seeing that the two men were truly exhausted, the Third Prince folded his arms, stood there, and said harshly, "Waste."
"Alas, frustration education is not popular nowadays."
Wu gathered his sleeves and walked over slowly.
He glanced at the two juniors who were either lying or kneeling, "The training has ended here. I see they have learned a lot."
He raised his hand. His skin, which had been covered by a black cloak for many years, was very pale and had a hint of illness. Perhaps, knowing one's fate required paying some unknown price.
The physical fitness of a wizard is far inferior to that of a witch of the same level.
It's similar to the white left.
They focus on mental abilities.
One is divination, the other is mind control.
They are all types with relatively low physical strength.
Several medical technicians received the signal and immediately trotted over with a stretcher.
They carried the two men onto stretchers in a familiar manner, then carried them back to the club.
There is a new area they have cleared out specifically for treatment.
It seems that they acted wisely. Just as the medical room was set up, two new patients were admitted.
The Third Prince glanced at him and snorted coldly, "You're just pretending."
He waved his hand and walked away with a cold face.
Wu was left alone, looking at Huang Hao who was still standing there with a smile.
Huang Hao shuddered.
Even the Third Prince's violent temper and difficult personality did not make him feel like he was facing a formidable enemy.
His body suddenly tensed up.
I always feel like I'm being stared at by something scary.
I clearly didn't feel any pressure, and there was no pressure or aura coming from the other person.
But Huang Hao just had a feeling.
You must never provoke this man in front of you, otherwise, he may not die easily.
Huang Hao quickly greeted him.
This person is an S-level spellcaster.
Although the other party now seems very kind and is dressed mysteriously, like a magician or a wizard, he does not seem to pose any threat.
Huang Hao knew that this was definitely an appearance.
Wu looked at Huang Hao, and he saw the thread of fate hanging over Huang Hao's head.
Halfway to the end of life, the line broke.
This means that the other party did not die of old age.
But as fate would have it, the other person could clearly live to be seventy or eighty years old.
Wu waved at him.
Huang Hao was a little confused, but he still took a few steps towards him and came in front of Wu. "Sir, is there anything I can tell you?"
"Do you believe in fate?"
Huang Hao was completely confused. Although he felt that the other party was a little weird, he couldn't help but answer because the other party was an S-level contract master.
"I don't actually believe in these things, like fate, the future, or anything like that. You have to fight for these things yourself. If you don't work hard enough, then even if fate gives you an opportunity, you won't be able to seize it."
Huang Hao is a staunch physical realist.
Although something weird has happened now.
But the weirdness can be explained by certain rules.
Existence is reasonable.
If you become superstitious about gods and ghosts because something strange happens, isn't that the same as those believers in evil gods?
Ever since he became a ghost master, he has been suppressing the weirdness by himself and enduring the influence and pain brought by the weirdness.
He knew that his future was hopeless.
Like his predecessors, he would use his abilities too many times and suffer strange backlash from his body.
In order to prevent the weirdness from reviving from within him, he burned himself like a piece of firewood.
If there is destiny, then this is your predetermined destiny.
He had already made his choice.
Perhaps, there will be ghost masters who feel pain and regret in this process, regretting choosing to embark on this path.
Perhaps there were also some ghost masters who failed to stick to their own hearts and eventually fell into the side of the ghosts.
But Huang Hao doesn’t have such an idea at the moment.
Wu raised his lips into a mysterious smile. He was like the Riddler, the man everyone hated, speaking ambiguously or only half-speaking. "Do you really see your future clearly?"
Isn’t that what the future of the Trickster will be like?
Huang Hao felt a little strange. He looked at the smile on the opposite side and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
What's going on? This strange premonition.
Why did he always feel that something unexpected, even very tragic and regretful, would happen to him?
"Perhaps you don't know me, but I'm a fortune teller."
Fortune teller?
Huang Hao was not only frightened, but even his eyelids were twitching.
What is right eye twitching?
Oh no, both of his eyelids are twitching.
That strange premonition enveloped his whole body at this moment, and he could not figure out its meaning.
I just feel like I'm being targeted by fate.