"Next."

Tang Ling in the rain is like a combat machine.

He will never give you a reaction time, it is a very simple punch and kick, and then there is a layer of unchanging next one.

How many people did he knock down? 10 people? Or 20 people?

To be precise, there should be 21 people! There are no 21 people in the Raptors team.

A total of 21 geniuses were just blown away by him with one punch and one kick?

It was not until just now that someone made him punch one more time, and that was a Crescent Warrior ranked 82nd in the First Preparatory Battalion.

This is a Crescent Warrior who entered the first preparatory camp with the first place last year. He is a genius who is optimistic about it. In less than a year, the ranking has risen to 87th. Some people think that he has hidden his strength and is waiting for another round of explosion to make his strength even higher.

But now? In front of Tang Ling, it has become a joke.

Yes, genius, it's just a genius who made Tang Ling punch one more.

Many people's faces became extremely heavy, but no one thought Tang Ling's challenge was false.

The force of each punch and the speed of each punch are absolutely crushed.

"It doesn't matter. In fact, in the first reserve battalion, there is a clear distinction between strength. The top 55 is not on the same level as the bottom 55." An elite soldier looked at Tang Ling's "performance" and couldn't help but whisper to a soldier beside him.

I can't accept it. Why is a 15-year-old boy so strong? So there must be a reason.

In fact, even if you have not crossed that dividing line, it is still very limited even if you are stronger than others.

"How should this be understood?" The soldiers next to him obviously didn't know so many.

"Simply put, the top 55 are all qualified to become Purple Moon Warriors immediately. Because their abilities have reached the standard point of impacting Purple Moon Warriors. They are just accumulating."

"The next 55 people are not qualified. As long as they do not have this qualification, there will be a gap between them." The elite warrior seemed to know very well, and he answered very seriously.

And just as he answered, Tang Ling's voice had echoed twice in the field: "Next."

Yes, two more Crescent Warriors were knocked off the ring by Tang Ling.

The soldier who listened to the answer was very puzzled. While marveling at Tang Ling's performance, he asked: "Is it that exaggerated? I know there is a standard line to attack the Ziyue Warrior. To give a metaphor, this standard line requires 3,000 kilograms. How big does it think is the difference between 2,999 kilograms and 3,000 kilograms?"

This sounds very reasonable, but it is exchanged for the sneer of elite soldiers. Once upon a time, he thought so much, and he also held the hope of attacking the Ziyue Warrior.

But reality slapped him hard, making him realize how huge the gap between people is.

"Do you know the limit value? In fact, to hit the Purple Moon Warrior, you must reach the limit value before unlocking. There are several standards for this limit value, and I don't know the specific one. If you do not have the potential to reach the limit value, your power will always stay in one range."

"I borrow your metaphor. 3,000 kilograms is a limit value. If you don't have this potential, your strength will never exceed 2,900 kilograms. Once you cross the limit value of 3,000 kilograms, then in the next few days, you will have a rapid increase, and this increase value will not exceed one value, just like 500 kilograms."

"But do it, how much gap has this been opened? Yes, after the rapid period, their improvement will become slower and more difficult. But what if some geniuses can break through the second limit? What distance has this been opened?"

"The first reserve camp is a bit 'perverted'. As far as I know, it has broken through three limits! The last 55 are always some rookies, but entering the top 55, well, each one may be very different." The elite warrior sighed while explaining.

There is such a huge gap between geniuses and ordinary people. Those who can enter the first reserve camp can break through at least one limit.

Some geniuses have no bottleneck at all. They will keep rushing, keep rushing... just like Genk.

But no one knows that Tang Ling doesn’t even feel the so-called limit. As long as he eats, fights, and practices, he will continue to grow.

Because, he is the perfect gene chain.

"Next." Tang Ling was still shouting.

He was too lazy to calculate how many he had knocked down, he only knew what his goal was?

Tired, it doesn't exist! He just likes the feeling of pain, his heart is like a knife, so what is the pain in his body?

In this state, he almost used the limit that his body could bear to replenish his ferocious beast meat, no matter how much he was.

Anyway, combat will bring huge consumption, so he should grow against time in the next time. What is the digestibility rate? Don’t worry.

A crescent warrior ranked 62nd is on the stage.

"I should introduce myself to you, my name is Wei..."

"Don't talk too much, come on." Tang Ling directly interrupted the senior. He had no time to waste it. Listening to any nonsense, does his name matter?

But obviously, Tang Ling's impatient angered the senior. He said loudly with some resentment: "I just want to remind you to be careful, because my accumulation is enough to impact the Ziyue Warrior."

"I originally wanted to make a big splash and make my rankings rise a little bit suddenly. But now I'm sorry, I'm going to use your ring."

As soon as the senior said the words were finished, there was a lot of discussion under the ring. It has to be said that among the last 55, a real quasi-Purple Moon Warrior appeared, which was still surprising.

But I have to admire this Crescent Warrior for being able to endure and then accumulate strength.

So, will Tang Ling’s myth be ended with him?

Tang Ling's expression did not change at all. He just said "Oh" lightly, then raised his hand and said, "Let's start."

Is there any greater insult than this? Is it so disdainful to be treated even if the trump card is opened?

The senior was extremely angry and rushed directly towards Tang Ling.

It's slow, the speed is still too slow, but the power of punching is stronger than those who have been before.

So what about the neural response speed?

Tang Ling finally had a little bit of fighting spirit, and her precise instinct finally started to work at this moment.

When the senior's fist was less than 5 cm away from Tang Ling, Tang Ling turned sideways slightly, and the senior's fist was undoubtedly lost.

In fact, does this require precise instinct to cooperate? It doesn’t need to be done at all! Tang Ling came up with the answer in less than half a second.

With such speed, even with combat instinct, you can make predictions and avoid them.

This senior's punches are too dead and too limited to modern fighting skills. He has never learned to train the so-called skills into muscle memory, so that he is not bound by skills and only uses changes in combat to make moves.

However, Tang Ling's dodge finally made the person who was used to Tang Ling's crushing feel a little fresh.

"Look, Tang Ling began to dodge. The power of this crescent warrior should be stronger than that of him, otherwise he could just fight head-on."

"No, I think it should be faster than him, he just dodged."

"I have a different view. Who has seen Tang Ling's bloody iron cage station? What is his greatest ability? It is a ability similar to prediction. He should have used this ability."

"Well, predictive ability, then this battle is interesting. The ones before were too boring. But no matter what, it means that this crescent moon warrior has strong abilities. But Tang Ling actually had the ability of a quasi-Purple Moon warrior in such a short time."

The discussion burst out in an instant, but Tang Ling seemed to hear nothing.

He has never felt the so-called limit. He only knows that everything about him is growing silently, but if one day he encounters a bottleneck and breaks through again, will it bring any additional benefits?

For example, ability?

Tang Ling did not think that precise instinct is his ability, it was innate. In his eyes, the so-called ability should be a manifestation of talent, just like Anthony's thunder and Wolf's black silk thread...

So, don’t defeat this Crescent Warrior too quickly, force him to see if he has the ability?

So, Tang Ling did not choose to attack, but performed another bloody iron cage battle in full view of everyone, which was amazing prediction.

‘False’’ ‘False’’’… In fifteen seconds, the senior attacked Tang Ling with 27 punches and 16 feet, and attacked each part of his body for a total of 35 times.

No doubt, this is the speed of the quasi-Purple Moon Warrior.

However, it was useless. It was a waste of energy and all the attacks were generated.

Is this humiliating yourself?

The senior was completely angry because only he knew how insulting this feeling was. Tang Ling was completely avoiding it in a small range, and he didn't even move a step.

This is so fucking... The senior was completely angry. He had a trump card. He wanted to keep it. He wanted to use Tang Ling to make things so exciting that he could completely rise.

Not only did he want to step Tang Ling under his feet this time, but he also had to take the opportunity to challenge a crescent warrior in the top thirty.

The trump card should have been used at that time!

"Don't force me." The senior roared wildly, and the speed of punching with both fists suddenly became faster, bringing out a hint of breaking the wind.

At the same time, some people among the onlookers have seen the problem: "Predict? Prediction is so great? Is there any other ability?"

This is the speech of an elite soldier. His words obviously caused confusion among people around him. Prediction ability is a feeling. In fact, the feeling it gives people depends on performance. In such a short time, continuous and accurate prediction? This ability...

"This ability is definitely not a prediction. Prediction requires a lot of mental power to mobilize this feeling similar to the sixth sense, but Tang Ling's eyes and micro-expressions show that he is not mobilizing his mental power at all." Finally, the Ziyue Warrior began to pay attention to this battle.

This is slightly different from Tang Ling's performance in the bloody iron cage battle. To be precise, Tang Ling's performance is more like prediction. This time it is like a calculation, calculating the angle and strength of the opponent's punch... or an instinct formed in long-term combat drills.

It has to be said that the Purple Moon Warrior’s judgment on things is higher than that of ordinary warriors.

But they could not know that in the bloody iron cage battle, Tang Ling did not dare to fully exert his precise instinct. In the second half, his performance mistakes made people feel illusioned. In short, he would not think of a tactical calculation ability at this time.

As for this time, Tang Ling was too lazy to perform. When he decided to give Viagra a grand farewell, he no longer concealed his mood.

A man is born in the world, either tolerate it. If he can’t bear it, he must be earth-shaking and unrestrained and happy!

But his growth rate is too fast, he loves "self-abuse" and dances between life and death.

So, now he is right by the Ziyue warrior. He has not used any computing power. He is just relying on his long-term accumulated combat instinct.

"Tang Ling has a secret, and anyone can see this. His ability... I also think it is definitely not a prediction. Prediction of such mental energy and consuming things depends on feelings, there is a mistake rate, and he has no error rate." Another Ziyue warrior had been half-closing his eyes, as if he was asleep, and now he opened his eyes.

In fact, the underground battle should be a performance? He made such a judgment, but a performance made him too tired.

Originally, the challenges between the Crescent Warriors did not arouse any interest, but Tang Ling's prediction made him feel a little interested.

Obviously, it was Tang Ling who was in the limelight!
To be continued...