Chapter 768 It Seems that Fate Has Targeted Me

After a battle, he still learned a lot of combat experience.

If you remove the opponent's irritating trash talk.

Then they still benefited a lot from this training.

Luo Ping knelt on the ground, supporting the ground with both hands, and kept breathing heavily.

He had reached his limit.

His body was in great pain everywhere, his physical strength had reached the bottom, and even the weird energy had long been consumed in order to repair his body.

He instinctively asked his weird for more weird energy from the contact of the contract.

However, the contract is two-way, and the weird energy allocated to him by the other party has an upper limit. After all, the other party also needs weird energy to maintain itself.

And setting this limit is also afraid that after the contract, the contract master can't bear so much weird energy.

Even if it is only a part, it has blocked many people.

Huang Bei also lay on the ground.

The death sacrifice had been taken back long ago, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly when he felt the exhausted weird energy in his body.

Too strong.

The other party didn't even use his ability or exhale weirdness.

Just relying on that strong body tempered by strange energy and extraordinary fighting skills, he has pushed the two of them to the limit.

Is this the strength of an A-level ghost master?

Why does he feel that he is not only two levels higher than him, but also like a huge natural chasm between him, which is daunting and impossible to cross.

Is there really such a big difference between C-level and A-level?

"Stand up!"

"Why, you give up now?"

The third prince jumped up a small gravel with his foot, kicked it and kicked it to Luo Ping.

Bang!

Luo Ping's waist was hit by the stone, and he couldn't help but scream.

And the last bit of strength was finally exhausted, his hands softened, and he fell to the ground.

With a bang, his face hit the ground directly.

The pain of his nose being hit made him burst into tears.

Woo woo woo! This senior of the Anti-Object Alliance is really merciless!

Seeing that the two men really had no strength left, the Third Prince folded his arms, stood there, and said unmercifully, "Waste."

"Alas~ Frustration education is not popular now."

Wu gathered his sleeves and walked over slowly.

He glanced at the two juniors who were either lying or kneeling, "The training has stopped here. I think 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 a little sick. Perhaps, knowing one's fate requires paying some unknown price.

Wu's physical fitness is far inferior to that of a Qigui master of the same level.

It is similar to Bai Zuo.

They focus on spiritual abilities.

One is divination, and 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 stretchers.

They carried the two people on the stretcher with familiarity, and then carried them back to the club.

There is a place they have just cleared for treatment.

It seems that they did it wisely. Two new patients were added just after the medical room was set up.

The Third Prince glanced at him and snorted, "Pretending to be hypocritical."

He waved his hand and left with a cold face.

Wu was left alone, smiling at Huang Hao who was still standing there.

Huang Hao shuddered.

The Third Prince's violent temper and difficult personality did not make him feel so threatened.

His body tensed up all of a sudden.

He always felt like he was being stared at by something terrifying.

He clearly did not feel any pressure, and even the other party did not feel any pressure or momentum.

But Huang Hao just had a feeling.

He must not provoke the man in front of him, otherwise, he might not die very happily.

Huang Hao hurriedly greeted him.

This man is an S-level contract master.

Although the other party seems to be very kind now, and is dressed mysteriously, like a magician or a wizard, he does not seem to be threatening.

Huang Hao knew that this must be 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 thread was broken.

This means that the other party did not die of old age.

But in fate, the other party could live to be seventy or eighty years old.

Wu waved at him.

Huang Hao was a little confused, but he still walked a few steps towards him and came to the front of Wu, "This sir, is there anything you need to tell me?"

"Do you believe in fate?"

Huang Hao was 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, fate, future, etc., all of these need to be fought for by yourself. If you don't work hard enough, then even if fate gives you the opportunity, you will not be able to grasp it."

Huang Hao is a firm physical realist.

Although there is weirdness now.

But weirdness can be explained in some rules.

Existence is reasonable.

If he became superstitious about gods and ghosts because of the appearance of strange things, wouldn't that be the same as those evil god believers?

Ever since he became a master of strange things, he has been suppressing strange things by himself and enduring the influence and pain brought by strange things.

He knew that his future was hopeless.

He would be like his predecessors, using his abilities too many times and suffering from the backlash of the weirdness in his body.

In order to prevent the weirdness from reviving from himself, he would burn himself like a piece of firewood.

If there is a destiny, then this is his predetermined destiny.

He had already made his choice.

Perhaps, there will be a master of tricks who will feel pain and regret in the process and regret choosing to embark on this path.

Perhaps there will also be a master of tricks who will not be able to stick to their hearts and finally fall to the side of the weirdness.

But Huang Hao does not have such an idea at the moment.

Wu raised a mysterious smile at the corner of his mouth. He was like the riddle man hated by everyone, speaking ambiguously or only half-speaking, "Do you really see your future clearly?"

Isn't the future of a master of tricks like that?

Huang Hao was a little strange. He looked at the smile on the opposite side and his heart suddenly jumped.

What's going on, this strange premonition.

Why does he always feel that something unexpected, even very painful and regretful, will happen to him?

"Perhaps you don't know me, I'm a fortune teller."

Fortune teller?

Huang Hao was not only frightened, his eyelids were twitching.

What is the right eye twitching?

Oh no, both of his eyelids were twitching.

That strange premonition enveloped his whole body at this moment, and he couldn't figure out the meaning of it.

He just felt that he seemed to be stared at by fate.