Chapter 37: The Unmoved King Shield (Modified)

Wang Ming's figure shot out like a cannonball, and was smashed and flew out with a punch.

The dust was flying, and Wang Ming couldn't help coughing, feeling his arms numb and weak, and half of the spiritual power in his body was consumed.

He stood up with difficulty and looked at Jiang Feng with horror.

Even though he had already guessed about Jiang Feng's external spiritual power, after taking this punch, Wang Ming found that he was outrageously wrong and underestimated Jiang Feng too much.

Wang Ming originally estimated that Jiang Feng had at least one thousand external spiritual power. Although this was already outrageous, he could barely accept it because Wang Ming's own external spiritual power was far superior to those of the same level of profession.

However, at this moment, Wang Ming actually made a speculation that was extremely outrageous for him.

Jiang Feng's external spiritual power would not be more than 2,000, otherwise how could he be able to knock him so far with just one punch?

Wang Ming knew clearly that Jiang Feng's punch just now did not produce internal spiritual power fluctuations at all, and it was completely blasted by physical strength.

How terrifying this is!

What is the concept of more than 2,000 external spiritual power?

Wang Ming knew completely that the external spiritual power reached more than 2,000, which meant that Jiang Feng could almost be immune to attacks below level 5 and could not hurt him at all.

But how is this possible?

Wang Ming shook his head vigorously, raised his spirits, and continued to fight.

For him, the result of this game is no longer important. He just wants to judge through the battle how much Jiang Feng's external spiritual power has reached.

Facing Jiang Feng, he has been passively beaten.

But in fact, he is not only good at defense, but his attack skills require too much spiritual power and full of lethality, so he dare not use it in the game.

Because in his opinion, other contestants could not block his attack at all and would probably die under that attack.

In other words, that is a killer move.

However, now, after judging Jiang Feng's external spiritual power, Wang Ming believed that his attack could be used on Jiang Feng in addition to being used on the demon race.

Because he knew the power of his skills, although the two thousand external spiritual power was not enough to block this attack, he would never suffer from disability.

However, in order to ensure insurance, he decided to confirm what level Jiang Feng's external spiritual power had reached.

He raised his shield and met Jiang Feng's simple punch again.

With a "bang", Wang Ming felt that his arms were almost broken.

Damn, this guy's external spiritual power is definitely more than two thousand, maybe even higher.

The powerful recoil force caused a little blood to spill out of Wang Ming's mouth. He looked at Jiang Feng with some excitement at this moment.

Since participating in the Demon Hunting Group selection competition, he has been passively defending and the battle is boring. He dared not use attack skills at all, for fear of killing his opponent with one blow, and then facing punishment from the Holy Alliance.

Although he is a shield warrior, he believes that attack is the romance of men.

At this moment, he finally didn't have to suppress himself anymore, he could give it a try.

Jiang Feng naturally didn't know that Wang Ming had so many psychological activities in just a few minutes.

He took advantage of the victory and chased Wang Ming out with his sword in both hands.

Wang Ming was indomitable and had the shield in his hand. Any attack from Jiang Feng could basically not directly act on him.

Therefore, as long as his spiritual power and physical strength are not exhausted, opponents of the same level are basically impossible to hurt him.

However, Jiang Feng's domineering physical strength still made him feel uncomfortable.

Jiang Feng sprinted again. This time, he did not use his skills because he had been releasing his skills. At this moment, his inner spiritual power was not small, but the results were not great, so he decided to fight in close combat.

Within a few breaths, Jiang Feng rushed to Wang Ming's face again, and his fist fell on Wang Ming's shield like raindrops. The "bang bang bang" sound was like a iron.

Suddenly, a heart-wrenching wave of spiritual power suddenly rioted.

The giant shield in Wang Ming's hand suddenly burst out with a shining light, and a destructive aura made Jiang Feng suddenly frightened.

However, this was only a moment, and Jiang Feng could only curse this guy in secret and hide it too deeply.

Although Jiang Feng reacted immediately, he did not dodge and could only protect the heavy sword in his hand and the right fist he had just raised to his chest.

The next moment, a terrifying wave of spiritual power suddenly broke out.

A dazzling beam of light condensed from the giant shield and burst out suddenly.

"boom"

Jiang Feng seemed to be hit by a magic cannon. The heavy sword in his hand and the armor on his body could not even withstand this power, and the sword was broken and the armor was broken.

All the remaining energy hit Jiang Feng's body, and for a moment, it completely enveloped Jiang Feng's body.

This scene caused an uproar, and even Hanz on the rostrum was shocked, because the power of this attack could even threaten the seventh-level professional.

The referee at the edge of the trial field was even more frightened, and cold sweat broke out. He began to feel panic, afraid that Jiang Feng would die directly in this attack.

This attack was too sudden and no one could react.

He rushed to the center of the venue as fast as possible and prepared to rescue him as soon as possible.

Hanz stood up directly, his face extremely serious. Since the incident happened a few days ago, the senior officials of the Knight Temple and the Assassin Temple have known Jiang Feng's identity.

If Jiang Feng died directly in the game, it would be a huge loss to the Knights Temple. He even dared not imagine how angry Yang Haoyu would be at that time.

This terrifying blow exploded very suddenly and disappeared quickly. When all the spiritual light columns dissipated, the pale yellow halo on Wang Ming's huge shield completely dimmed.

Wang Ming was completely exhausted, and the giant shield fell aside, and he himself collapsed on the ground and was unable to stand up.

Waiting for the dust to disappear, a three-meter-long gully appeared in the center of the trial field, and Jiang Feng's figure also appeared in the gully, lying motionless.

At this moment, his chest was pitch black, his clothes were not covered, and his entire upper body was almost exposed, but fortunately his lower body had not been exposed yet.

In the stands, a blonde figure suddenly appeared, sitting quietly in a corner, paying attention to the form on the field.

The referee walked up and was about to perform the healing technique, but he found that Jiang Feng suddenly moved.

"Ahem..." Jiang Feng climbed up with difficulty. As he moved, his bones were crackling. Even the flesh and blood damaged by the terrifying blow was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The powerful self-healing ability of the Invincible is at work.

Jiang Feng quickly took out a piece of clothing from the storage ring and put it on, then jumped out of the gully.

With a "wow", Jiang Feng vomited a mouthful of blood, and finally felt a little better.

He looked at Wang Ming not far away and walked in slowly.

Wang Ming also saw Jiang Feng at this moment and felt shocked. He never expected that Jiang Feng would be able to get up after this attack.

As Jiang Feng approached, Wang Ming's pupils shrank and he was extremely surprised because he saw that Jiang Feng was not seriously injured except for being a little embarrassed.

In his imagination, ordinary professionals of the same level will definitely be indestructible and insulted in the face of such an attack. Although Jiang Feng is not an ordinary person, Wang Ming is confident that Jiang Feng can take this attack, but he must pay a certain price, such as losing his combat ability in this game.

However, he found that it seemed that his overdrawn spiritual power was even more serious than Jiang Feng's injuries.

This is fucking.

Wang Ming felt very aggrieved.

"Are you still fighting?" Jiang Feng asked calmly. Although Wang Ming's attack was powerful, it was far from comparable to the Holy Moon's palm. Therefore, when Jiang Feng walked in front of Wang Ming, his injury had almost recovered.

Invincible body, so terrifying!

"I admit defeat." Wang Ming immediately reacted and responded quickly.

The referee was stunned for a while before announcing the result of the game.

"In the second game, Jiang Feng won the victory."

On the rostrum, Hanz murmured to himself: "This little guy is not simple, he can actually take this blow."

Everyone in the contestant's seat was shocked and almost dull.

First, he didn't expect that Wang Ming could burst out such a powerful attack, but he didn't expect that Jiang Feng could actually take this attack.

Both of them are so perverted!

Jiang Feng pulled the corner of his mouth, but it still felt so painful. It felt like a big stone in his chest, which made him feel tight and short of breath for a while.

"Ding, the battle is over, the host defeated a fifth-level warrior, and the reward is being settled."

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining 500 system coins, the current balance is: 3000."

Another 500 system coins were received, and Jiang Feng's depressed mood was slightly relieved.

He bent down and stretched out his palm and placed it in front of Wang Ming.

Wang Ming looked up at Jiang Feng, smiled slightly, grabbed Jiang Feng's palm and stood up with force.

Jiang Feng supported Wang Ming with one hand and reached towards the giant shield on the ground with the other hand.

Wang Ming also wanted to remind Jiang Feng that the shield was heavy, but when he saw Jiang Feng lifted the shield effortlessly.

"What is the origin of Brother Wang's shield? It's so powerful." Jiang Feng helped Wang Ming slowly walk down the trial field and asked as he walked.

"Original inheritance." Wang Ming smiled proudly: "The King Shield of the Unmoved Ming has been passed down to the glorious era, and it has been more than 8,000 years."

"Don't move the Ming King! A good name, but is there something missing?" Jiang Feng said as he looked at the depression on the shield.
To be continued...