My Monster Space

"Oh, why do you have such a prejudice against my stinky tofu?" Tang Ren sighed.

Yesterday's incident was so famous that almost all the students knew that there was such a strange spellcaster who could give stinky tofu flavors at will.

Many people even come here to order stinky tofu in various flavors.

What is the "smell of a girl's feet left in leather boots for ten days"?

"The flavor of three-year-old fermented durian and canned herring"

"The taste of crushed oral stones", this kind of strange taste actually makes Tang Ren's business even better.

"Have you placed your bets? I'm betting heavily on Qin Tian."

"You are quite a sentimental guy." Ning Wei looked at him with new eyes. Now most of the classmates still believed in Huang Dong and would not take the risk to invest in Qin Tian.

"If it weren't for Qin Tian in the copy, we would probably all have died here." Tang Ren felt a little scared when he thought of the scene that day.

"The key point is that business has been really good recently, thanks to Qin Tian's publicity method to stimulate Chang Nuo that day. Now the small amount of money is still good." Tang Ren touched the back of his head and smiled a little embarrassedly.

Ning Wei and Xiang Yang rolled their eyes at him.

He’s my good brother, so of course I have to support him.

Huang Dong has returned to his usual showy self today. He is carefully thinking about his training from yesterday.

His third cyclone was already quietly circling in his upper dantian, but it had not yet been integrated with the other two cyclones.

He didn't know why, but his practice progress yesterday was unusually smooth, as if there was some external force pushing him to improve.

This situation should be considered as the second level. Huang Dong gently tidied his clothes, folded the sleeves one by one, and looked at Qin Tian coldly with a contemptuous smile on his face.

Qin Tian was somewhat concerned about Huang Dong today. The aura on him seemed familiar yet messy, but it was obvious that there was a more powerful aura underneath.

"Huang Dong won't improve so quickly, will he?" Even though the muscle teacher had seen many big scenes, he couldn't help but be amazed now.

The old principal did not comment. He just concentrated on holding the tea in his hand and savored it carefully.

Finally, the final round arrived, and the audience was filled with losers.

"Do you think Qin Tian can beat Huang Dong?" The girl with the ponytail asked others' opinions with some curiosity.

"Aha, I think this kid Qin Tian didn't use his true strength." Mo San leaned lazily on the steps and stretched casually. He vaguely knew how Luo Xiong disappeared, but he didn't say it out loud.

Brother Sibide was sitting carefully on the edge of the chair in an extremely awkward posture. His physical injuries should have healed, but his psychological pain probably hadn't recovered yet.

When he saw someone actually speaking well of Qin Tian, ​​he immediately gritted his teeth.

"That kid must have been unlucky that day. He couldn't even keep up with my speed, yet he still wanted to fight Huang Dong. It was ridiculous."

"I just want to know if Qin Tian is confident of matching my ultimate move from that day." The girl with the ponytail felt a little regretful. She wanted to prove her strength. It would be great if she could fight with Qin again.

"Just you?" Xiang Yang had been sitting obediently beside them, but after hearing the conversation between these people, he felt a little disdainful.

"If you knew how Qin Tian performed in the original dungeon, you would probably retract your thoughts. Qin Tian hasn't even shown his true strength yet."

He proudly adjusted his hair and played with his earrings, looking like you guys are just frogs in a well.

The ponytail girl rolled her eyes at Xiang Yang, "This defeated general can still describe his friend as so domineering and unrivaled."

She was about to laugh, but she saw that the lazy Mo San next to her had a thoughtful expression, as if he was agreeing with Xiang Yang's words. She suddenly became curious. Could it be that Qin Tian was really a hidden talent?

"Can't you guys be quiet? The game is about to start, and now they are starting to trash talk each other." Mo San held a straw in his mouth and lay comfortably on the steps.

Sparks flew between the two people who came on the field as they looked at each other. No one knew when the hatred started or how deep it was, but just because of the rewards of those resources, they began to fight to the death.

"Qin Tian, ​​very good, you finally stood on the stage of the last match, proving that you are qualified to compete with me." Huang Dong was unusually calm today. Perhaps it was the improvement in his strength, or perhaps it was the growth he had made in the past few days.

Qin Tian was not nervous at all. Ever since his five internal organs were connected, his sense of danger became stronger. Although Huang Dong's aura had obviously increased this time, the sense of crisis he felt was much smaller.

Qin Tian smiled. "You seem very confident today, but in my opinion, you may not even be qualified to force me to use my trump card."

Qin Tian was confident that with the difficulties he was facing at this stage, there was nothing that could not be solved with a bone knife. If there was, he would just use another knife.

"I'd really like to see your trump card." Huang Dong clenched his hands, his joints made crackling sounds, his whole body seemed to swell, and an irregular aura lingered around him.

"Let me meet you for a while." Huang Dong stomped the bluestone with one foot, and his arm was like a big whip, lashing towards Qin Tian fiercely, making bursts of breaking wind sounds.

The sharp long whip, as soon as Huang Dong made a move, the dangerous sound of breaking wind came to his ears. Qin Tian had no choice but to raise his arms in front of him and lower his head slightly.

With a loud lash, Qin Tian was knocked back several meters, and the floor under his feet turned into a gravel road.

After dodging the first attack, Qin Tian shook his sore arm, leaving a red mark on it, but it quickly recovered.

"It seems that your strength is just so limited. Are you going to use your ultimate move so soon?" Qin Tian said sarcastically.

"Haha, I'm sorry to tell you that this is just my normal stage." Huang Dong came to Qin Tian's side, and the whip in his hand began to transform into shadows all over the sky.

At first, Qin Tian was hit on some parts of his body from time to time, but fortunately it was just some pain. Gradually, he was able to successfully dodge most of these moves.

"This move is quite similar to the fishing line attack of that fishing monster." Qin Tian dodged or blocked, leaned forward or leaned back, like a nimble willow catkin.

Huang Dong found that this move had no effect on Qin Tian, ​​especially the attack that could cut wood and smash rocks. When it hit Qin Tian, ​​he just grinned and took a few breaths of cold air.

"Could it be that his physical body is about to reach the second level?" Huang Dong couldn't help but ask himself this question, which made it difficult for him to accept for a while.