Ultimate Devouring Evolution

That night, Zhang Fan swallowed the two level 7 blood cores.

This is the first time he has taken level 7 blood core.

The cold air carried by the blood core formed a thin layer of ice on his entire body.

Limbs and limbs were in the cold air, but they did not stagnate in the slightest, but became more and more active.

In just five minutes, he felt that his strength had increased a lot.

If it was only the early stage of level 7 before, then it has reached the peak level of level 7 now.

As long as you eat another level 7 blood core, you can break through.

It's just that level 7 blood verification is really hard to get, and you may not be able to buy it if you have money.

It seems that we must find a way to find it.

After eating the blood core, he opened the notebook he got from Zhang Defa and tried to practice lunges.

This lunge is not easy to understand, Zhang Fan studied it for more than three hours before he understood its principle.

In fact, it is to concentrate all the power in the body on the legs and feet, and burst out huge power in an instant, so that the speed can reach the extreme in this instant, and shoot out like an arrow.

Hence the name lunge.

After understanding it, Zhang Fan found that the lunge is not as difficult as it is to understand.

It only took two hours to get started.

The entry-level lunge can reach five meters in an instant.

Combined with drawing the sword and chopping, you can instantly kill enemies five meters away.

Even if it is used to escape, it can escape a distance of five meters in an instant.

This is definitely an excellent auxiliary skill for attack and defense.

It's just that because the lunge concentrates the power on the legs and steps, the load on the legs and feet is quite large.

So it can only be used once every hour.

But that's pretty awesome.

...

After the theory class and lunch the next day, Zhang Fan greeted the college and left the college with the students.

The other students watched the scumbag class leave the academy, and all of them showed envy in their eyes.

They have been in the academy on weekdays, and they have long been annoyed.

But it's hard to leave.

Unless there is something important to ask for leave, the class teacher will not allow them to go out at all.

This scumbag class is fine, the class teacher took them out directly.

When will my class teacher be so good?

The students in the slag class all looked puzzled.

"Old class, where are you going?"

Gao Da asked less.

"train."

Zhang Fan only replied two words.

"Training? But as far as I know, there is only one training ground open to the public near our academy, but we have already passed through it just now."

Young Master Wen also asked.

Zhang Fan sneered: "Stop talking nonsense, you'll know when you go."

Not long after, everyone has arrived at the junction of the rich area and the poor area.

A huge circular building stands here.

It is the Colosseum in W District.

Several people in the slag class watched, their eyes widened.

"I'll go, old class, you won't let us become gladiators, will you?"

"Being a gladiator? This is too perverted."

"The gladiators are at least level 5 or above. Except for Zhuge Liang, we are all level 1 quasi-warriors. If you want us to be gladiators, old class, you might as well just let us die."

Young Master Guo shouted.

"Then you all go to die."

Zhang Fan said coldly.

"Ahem..."

Young Master Guo was almost choked to death by Zhang Fan's words, and he laughed dryly: "Old Ban, it's just a joke, don't be so serious. But being a gladiator is really a bit too difficult for us."

Young Master Yuan also smiled wryly: "Old Ban, we are only level 1 quasi-warriors.

Just started, let us actually fight, this..."

"If you don't want to go, you can get out now, and get out of the scumbag forever. The scumbag has no place for softies!"

Zhang Fan glanced at the six people behind him and cursed.

These guys are also young and energetic. Of course they don't accept being called softies.

Besides, they also know that the teacher will never let the students really die, there must be some protective measures.

So Gao Dashao was the first to poke his neck and say, "Just go!"

"Count me in!"

"I'll go as well!"

"Whoever doesn't go is not carrying a handle!"

Although Zhuge Liang didn't speak, the expression on his face already showed everything.

Wang Dong didn't hesitate at all: "Teacher, I'll go too!"

Since what happened in the zombie hall last time, Wang Dong has already trusted Zhang Fan very much.

As long as it is Zhang Fan's words, he will listen to it no matter whether it is right or wrong.

Zhang Fan sneered: "Everyone is so impassioned now, it will look good if they really pee their pants in a while."

Saying that he ignored them, he turned and entered the Colosseum.

The fighting spirit was aroused one by one by these students, and they followed suit.

Zhang Fan had already greeted Director Zhu, saying that he would let his students come to the Colosseum for training.

So they went all the way unimpeded, Zhang Fan took a few students to their respective lounges.

Not long after, a DJ's voice sounded outside: "In this gladiatorial fight, a student from Lingguang Martial Arts Academy's slag class, a level 1 quasi-martial artist Guo Xiaoxiao, will challenge a level 1 zombie."

Everyone at the scene looked at me one by one, and I looked at you.

"what the hell?"

"Scumbag class? This name..."

"Let a student challenge a zombie? Crazy?"

"A student who still smells like milk, shouldn't he study hard in the academy and make progress every day? Why did you come to the Colosseum?"

"Nimma, does the teacher of this academy know?"

"Since the Colosseum allows them to appear, their teacher must know."

"Damn, that teacher must be crazy. Let the students directly challenge the zombies. If they are bitten or caught, it will be over."

"This teacher is absolutely crazy."

"Doesn't the academy care about it?"

In the supervisor's private room, Supervisor Zhu smiled and said to Zhang Fan: "Second brother, you are unprecedented. Let a group of students challenge you. If this is stabbed to the Education Bureau or uploaded to the Internet, it will be said that you do not put the safety of the students at risk. Take it seriously, and then things will become big."

Zhang Fan looked at the audience outside the window while drinking the tea Director Zhu had just made.

Slightly smiled: "Let's make trouble, the bigger the better."

While speaking, Young Master Guo had already entered the Colosseum.

He looked around for a week, saw the thousands of spectators in the stands, and then looked at the entrance opposite, his heart felt a little weak.

This is the first time to fight zombies.

In other classes, students usually have to wait for the students to reach level 3 before fighting zombies for the first time.

I am only level 1 and challenge the zombies, can I do it?

At this moment, a zombie was let in at the opposite entrance.

This is just a level 1 zombie, without much intelligence.

As soon as he came in, seeing First Young Master Guo, he roared and rushed towards him.

"Goo..."

Young Master Guo made a noise in his throat, and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Although he had a samurai sword in his hand, he couldn't think of using it at all.

He just kept retreating, and the zombies kept chasing him.

A level 1 zombie is slower and weaker than a level 1 quasi-warrior.

Zombies couldn't catch up with him, and he didn't dare to deal with them.

The audience on the sidelines secretly sweated for him.

Zhang Fan shook his head when he saw it, and asked the supervisor to connect the DJ's mic, and then said: "Level 1 zombies can't handle it, and you still say they are not scum? If it doesn't work, just admit it, and get out of the scum from now on." Ben, shame on you!"

Young Master Guo clenched his fists when he heard Zhang Fan's words.

Seeing the zombie rushing towards him again, a flash of determination flashed across his brows, and he roared angrily, "I'm not scum—"

Amidst the roar, he drew his sword and slashed instantly.

Choke-choke-choke-

Two knives sounded.

The zombie's head was split in half instantly.

Blood sprayed out, splashing Young Master Guo's face and body.

Seeing the zombie killed by himself, Young Master Guo couldn't bear it any longer, and directly bent down: "Ugh—"

But after vomiting, there was no uncomfortable expression, but a fiery light in his eyes, and he raised the knife in his hand excitedly: "I killed the zombie! Old Ban, did you see that, I killed the zombie!" A zombie!"

But a disdainful voice came from the loudspeaker: "Cut, it's just a level 1 zombie. It's still far away!"