Chapter 625

"Do you also enjoy reading ancient poetry?" he asked.

Yan Ze said with a serious expression.

"Ancient poetry... I do indeed read more of it than others, because I like to memorize the talent within it; it can inspire me to move forward." Yan Ze replied, his brows slightly furrowed.

Yan Ze's family was poor; without good grades, he would have had no qualifications to enter a vocational school like Xuanjing No. 1 High School.

Therefore, he had to study Chinese diligently, which also created his reserve of classical literature knowledge.

Hearing this, Dong Yufeng laughed twice.

"You and I have compatible temperaments!"

"Join forces?" he asked tentatively.

It was not that he feared Yan Ze or dared not fight him.

It was just that Yan Ze and he were truly too compatible; both were wind-attribute vocational students!

If they were both severely injured now, Dong Yufeng would have no confidence in facing the pursuit of others.

And once the two joined forces, they would definitely be able to rank in the top five!

Whether from the perspective of weighing pros and cons or personal appreciation, they should join forces!

"Join forces." Yan Ze nodded, not refusing.

The two put away their weapons at the same time and immediately formed a team.

This scene was recorded and broadcast throughout the Dragon Nation.

"Damn!"

"They... they actually joined forces! Damn it, I won't be able to see my 'Battle of the Two Phoenixes'!"

"Tsk tsk, Dong Yufeng has a solitary and arrogant personality; I never expected he would have a day where he would take the initiative to join forces with someone!"

"Yan Ze is too strong, and they are both vocational students of the same element; their joining forces can indeed exert a power greater than one plus one!"

"Hmm... two third-turn wind-attribute newcomers joining forces; after their skills merge, I'm afraid they could directly form a destructive force like a tornado. It's unimaginable how strong it will be."

"That's right, wind-attribute skills are one of the rare damage types that can perfectly merge and mutually enhance power."

"I'll bet on both of them making it into the top six first!"

"I bet on the top four!"

People placed their bets one after another.

Su Ming ran all the way, his body turning into a black shadow, shuttling through the battlefield.

Soon, he passed through a place where a group of demons was buried.

It stank here, and there were rotting beast remains everywhere.

Suddenly, Su Ming felt a surge of killing intent!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!

Several black sword lights, like rotting pus and poison, slashed rapidly from behind Su Ming!

This sword light actually had a slightly bitter taste, making Su Ming feel a numbness on the tip of his tongue.

As a Sword God, he was very sensitive to sword Qi and naturally judged immediately that this sword Qi had a rotting damage effect!

He frowned slightly, gripped the branch in his hand in reverse, and spun around to launch a sharp counterattack.

Hum!

The branch trembled, and Su Ming secretly activated the Battle Intent Edge skill, condensing three Battle Intent Edges in the air to intersect with the black sword Qi!

Boom, boom, boom!

The Battle Intent Edges were covered in a layer of moonlight silver-gray, which surged violently and shattered upon contact with the black sword Qi, perfectly neutralizing it.

This process was too fast; neither the audience in the stands nor the recorded broadcast could see the moment those three Battle Intent Edges appeared.

This meant that this skill of Su Ming's was not exposed.

His control over timing and his manipulation of skills had already reached the top level.

Su Ming's face was cold, holding the branch, standing still in the field.

Golden light flickered in his eyes, and he immediately saw the purple-robed swordsman who had ambushed him behind him.

Black Light Swordsman, Qian Ming.

He walked slowly out of the dense forest, holding a black sword in his hand, looking at Su Ming with a calm face.

His long hair covered part of his eyes, making him look somewhat evil and charming.

"You could react to my sword technique?"

"Slashing Moon Swordsman, you really do have some strength." He sneered and walked forward slowly.

"Today, let you and I decide who is better as swordsmen."

As he spoke, the black sword in his hand emitted a strong killing intent.

Su Ming's face was calm, neither angry nor afraid, just saying lightly: "Sneak attacks are not the style of a swordsman."

Qian Ming shook his head and smiled.

"Hehe, that was just to test if you are qualified to be my opponent. If you were killed by a sneak attack, it would just prove you are too weak."

Hearing this, Su Ming's mouth curled slightly, his smile meaningful.

If Qian Ming wanted to compare sneak attacks, Su Ming could use his experience from his past life to toy with him like an infant.

Even in this life, Su Ming had not rarely played dirty with people.

A swordsman indeed does not represent a gentleman; occasionally engaging in sneak attacks is fine.

Qian Ming did not waver in the slightest about his identity as a swordsman because of Su Ming's words; he was very firm.

From this perspective, Su Ming appreciated him.

He was worth Su Ming making a move.