Chapter 332 True Magnetic Storm Infantry

"Team Promise! Win!"

With a fatal blow, Zhao Jianwu returned to the ranks of the science and technology team directly, and the referee's verdict also fell.

"I'm sorry, I really didn't expect the other side to hide such a trick."

Zhao Jianwu, who had regained his figure, had lost his metallization, and apologized by rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment.

"Uncle Zhao, what are you talking about? Winning or losing is common, so there is nothing to apologize for."

Lin Yu quickly comforted his frustrated father-in-law. After all, he even cheated his daughter, so he couldn't just treat him coldly just because he lost a game.

"Dad, I'll help you get back the place."

Zhao Xiaolu was even more decisive. He raised his small fist and squeezed it. He glanced at Lin Yu, and walked into the center of the arena with his acquiescence.

"Do you still have the hand cannon just now? If you have the ability, come and confront me!"

Walking into the arena, Zhao Xiaolu beckoned aggressively to the rest of Team Promise.

My dad, it's okay for me to bully him, but others can't! I said!

"Who is going?"

Several members of the Promise team looked at each other, and finally landed on the body of Winter's Arrow Xiangtu.

"You expect me, an archer, to confront the group army with firepower?"

Xiang Tu wiped his nose resentfully, rolled his eyes and did not move: "Isn't there an archer on the other side, I will fight with him, and I will leave this to you."

After the entire national competition, the reputation of the two husband and wife team arms madmen of the technology team is really too great.

In terms of lethality alone, he thinks he won’t be worse than Zhao Xiaolu, but he turned it on, the dark energy is almost inexhaustible and inexhaustible, and waving his hand is a piece of thunder and electromagnetic guns, how can it be possible to fight head-on? Comparable.

"How about I go?"

Cheng Yuxing, the wing of the sky, spoke out.

He is one of the only fifth-tier combat powers of the Promise team. Wei Wuji and Cheng Yuxing's two fifth-tier combat powers have an advantage over the technology team, which only has prop masters who seem to be able to match the fifth-tier combat power.

"Let's let Xiaohe do it. There are two members of the technology team who have never been off the court. Although their performance in the past may not be a big threat, the prop master is a special case after all. It is inevitable that they will not get a set of exoskeleton armor."

Wei Wuji shook his head and made the final conclusion.

Regardless of his charisma or strength, his captain is undoubtedly convincing, so the rest of the team stopped talking immediately, and Wang He, the stagnant man, walked to the field.

"thunder……"

The referee announced the start of the game, and Wang He didn't see any action. Zhao Xiaolu just wanted to start with a thunder prison, but suddenly got stuck.

It's not completely frozen, but like a slow-moving movie, both body movements and voices are lengthened and delayed.

On the other hand, Wang He, whose exposed skin veins were bloodshot and red, dragged a two-handed sword diagonally and rushed towards Zhao Xiaolu quickly.

Rumble!

Since what was adjusted was only the somatosensory time, basically equivalent to slowing people's perception and reaction, so Zhao Xiaolu's Thunder Prison was finally released, and the thunder would not be slowed down.

"Over limit!"

Seeing countless thunderbolts enveloping down, Wang He's eyes also burst into countless bloodshot eyes, his body groaned as if he was overwhelmed, and the skin and capillaries in many places burst.

On the contrary, his speed and reaction have increased to a terrifying level.

This is the time to adjust one's body sensation, to create an illusion for oneself, to ignore the safety protection mechanism of the human body, and to completely squeeze out the mobility far beyond the limit.

After all, he is also an awakened person with a third-level physical quality. It is conceivable that he has broken through the limits of the human body and squeezed his speed. Coupled with the reaction force brought about by the extension of the somatosensory time, he unexpectedly flashed from left to right In the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Zhao Xiaolu, swinging the huge sword with both hands mercilessly and slashing down, the aura brought by the blood-soaked appearance seemed to be slashing life and death enemies recklessly.

However, Zhao Xiaolu's frozen face suddenly returned to normal.

"Iron Sand Prison!"

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Xiaolu seemed to break free from Wang He's control of the somatosensory time, and flew backwards and sideways out of thin air, dodging slashes, and with a coquettish shout, the entire ground of the arena rioted.

The earth shook, the earth shook, the dragon rolled, and countless fine metal particles broke through the ground and gathered, turning into a black sand ball and completely besieging Wanghe.

"Thunderbolt!"

"Microwave furnace!"

This time, it can be said that Zhao Xiaolu used all the tricks at the bottom of the box. After the iron sand prison trapped Wang He, a piece of thunder burst out again and hit the iron sand ball. Countless electric sparks meandered endlessly, directly smashing the iron sand ball turned into an electric ball.

This is not enough, the most ruthless thing is... Microwave heating, I remember seeing Lin Yu and Zhao Xiaolu try this way of using it once when they were exchanging ideas, but never expected to develop such a ruthless trick secretly .

Originally, the iron sand ball had turned red and slightly melted and condensed under the constant lightning strikes, plus the microwave heating inside the iron ball...

"This chick, when did she come up with these tricks, I don't even know..."

Lin Yu felt a faint chill behind him, and he seemed to be able to smell the aroma of barbecue from a distance away.

A black-bellied girl with a clear mind is equipped with the universal power of controlling electricity, which is simply a crime. If he is not quite capable, I am afraid that he will not have the power to resist domestic violence in the future.

Hmm~ Mom should be able to handle this kind of daughter-in-law, right? Otherwise, life will be worrying in the future.

"My dear son-in-law, now you know Uncle Zhao's suffering, don't you? Hurry up and take this girl home, so you can manage it."

Zhao Jianwu looked pitifully at the screaming iron ball coming from the center of the arena, sighed, and patted Lin Yu's shoulder earnestly.

"Ahem, are you sure I won't be the one who brought you home to suffer?"

Lin Yu expressed a little hypocrisy.

"Which aspect are you referring to?"

Zhao Jianwu's gaze moved down intentionally or unintentionally.

"..."

This car was driven by surprise, it was the old father-in-law, how much do you want to send your daughter away?

It's a pity that Lin Yu didn't know that Zhao Xiaolu's father was the one who developed her ability and tested her skills, otherwise she probably wouldn't have such doubts.

"We admit defeat! Miss Zhao, please stop!"

Several members of the Promise team heard the increasingly ferocious screams in the iron ball, their faces changed slightly, and they ran out in a hurry.

This is the first time that a surrender has occurred in the national competition. After all, the real illusion will not kill or consume. It is normal for hero anchors who often fight to suffer some pain.

But the current situation is different. Being locked in an iron ball, being electrocuted, being seared by a high-temperature iron ball, and being heated by microwaves, just thinking about it is enough to make people feel cold. This is not a battle, it is completely torture. There is a limit to how much a person can bear pain.

"Hold... sorry, the situation is urgent, I really can't hold back."

At the end of the game, everything in the real illusion was restored, and Zhao Xiaolu's expression was not very good, and he apologized to several members of the Promise team with a slightly pale face.

After all, she is a young girl, so she did not feel very good about using this kind of torture method by herself, and dealing with the Wuji team who was barely friendly.

But just now I really couldn't think so much. Wang He controlled her somatosensory time, which caused his reaction to be extremely slow. Relying on the overclocking of the brain to barely offset part of the effect, but he could only subconsciously conceive a good one. The combo lore was used.