Resurrection, I'm crazy

There was a gurgling stream of water around the ring, and the two people who were called with even numbers came to the opposite side of the ring one after the other.

"Both parties announce their names." Following the host's order, the students who were standing face to face registered themselves. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, blowing up the hair of both parties.

"Weapon Cultivation Department, Song Lan."

"Physical cultivation, He Yao."

"Well, we see that both sides have a raging fire in their eyes. So, each of you should be careful, stop at the beginning of the game, and don't get hurt."

“It’s started, it’s started, give me some.” The students who came to watch the fun had already sat down on the steps set up around.

"Who will win between the two of them?" It was the first time that Zhao Yao watched such a competition. He noticed that the seniors next to him were betting, and he was wondering who would win between the two.

"Have you ever looked at the forum?" The friend next to him took out his mobile phone and found the interface of the gossip forum.

"Song Lan - Weapon Cultivator, good at creating delicate and flexible weapons, with the highest control over hidden weapons, his entire body is covered with equipment."

"He Yao - a physical cultivator, has good control over his body and is good at attacking and defending. He is known as the Immovable Little Ming King."

"When these two fight together, we need to pay attention to Song Lan's hidden weapons. His equipment may explode during the fight. We can catch him off guard and surprise him... So I bet on Song Lan to win."

"Hidden weapon?" Like a needle in novels, or a piece of paper?

"Sister, you have to learn to use your thinking. The hidden weapons here are not just various needles and the like, but also include our current technology..." The friend next to her shook her head, saying that she underestimated the creative ability of their weapon repair department.

Zhao Yao usually doesn't pay much attention to what's happening on the forum because her own studies and cultivation can't keep up.

Every day I am either taking extra classes or on the way to extra classes, and my cell phone is half good and half broken.

"Start..." The referee looked around, and finally looked at the two people on the field. He raised an electronic gun in his hand and fired it with a bang.

The two men on the ring quickly approached each other. Song Lan was small in stature, and when he saw the opponent's fist raised to his face, he immediately took advantage of the fallen leaves around him, took a deep breath, and used the force to leap into the air.

The punch missed the target. He Yao turned around, looked up at Song Lan who was standing in the air, and said provocatively.

"Come down if you have the guts. What's the point of just hiding?"

"Okay." With a reply, leaves fell from the sky and rustled into the water. Song Lan disappeared from the entire arena like a shadow, and gusts of cold wind swept around him.

He attacked again, directly at the opposite side. Facing his sudden attack, He Yao immediately took a defensive position and leaned back at the same time.

He barely dodged a soft attack, but it wasn't over yet. Song Lan took advantage of He Yao's height and slow movement speed, then found the right position and attacked directly with his legs, kicking He Yao fiercely.

"Cough cough cough" he gasped for breath and squatted on the ground, his fair face was red.

He thought to himself that this man was too big. His speed was not fast, but his defense and gravity were beyond the reach of Song Lan.

"Come again." He stood up and patted his dusty clothes. He really underestimated the defensive power brought by gravity.

The next moment, spiritual power suddenly burst out, and Song Lan used the characteristics of his own attributes to completely cover the entire arena, forming a unique area that only he could see.

"Why is it still blocked?"

"Oh, I can't see, it's so foggy."

He Yao, who was at the center of the ring, stared at Song Lan, who had turned into a ball of fire in front of him, to guard against sneak attacks.

Vast spiritual power continued to erupt, his robe fluttered and the long sword in his hand danced, and various small mechanisms attached to the sword began to turn.

The students outside the ring only heard the sound of super metal colliding, the thick fog dissipated, and the closest thing they saw was Song Lan standing on the stage.

The referee was quick-witted and announced a draw, to everyone's confusion.

"Everyone is curious about how they managed to tie the game. Let's look up at the big screen in the sky."

There was a moment of silence outside the stadium. The students watching the game felt like they hadn't even swallowed their popcorn yet. The other team had already finished, and there was still a lot of fog surrounding them. There was really nothing to watch.

I saw the clouds in the sky slowly gather together and gradually form a huge white jade screen.

The water swayed like waves, and the scene of the fight between the two sides was clearly visible on the white clouds in the sky.

"Is it a sword?"

"No, you see, there is a mechanism on that sword... The laser rotates countless tiny sharp scales squeezed by the pressure and moves towards He Yao head-on."

The picture on the cloud was the same as the previous one. Indeed, the sword was full of mechanisms. As long as you pressed a certain mechanism and then the pressure would backfire, you could move forward and attack infinitely.

He Yao couldn't see clearly, and it was not easy for him to dodge the attack of hidden weapons with his huge body, so he originally wanted to block it head-on.

However, he found that these small scales were extremely sharp, and they could attack all the acupuncture points on the body.

The most powerful part of a physical cultivator is the body, but unfortunately their weaknesses are also very clear, namely acupoints and mental attacks.

Song Lan demonstrated this point very well. The spiritual cohesion of a weapon refiner is very strong. Combined with the spiritual weapon he refined, he was indeed unstoppable for a while.

But he also took out a small gun-like object from behind him, locked onto Song Lan's leg, and shot immediately.

"It's a draw. Both players used hidden weapons and injured each other, so the referee ruled it a draw."

“How did you know?” As the two men fought, a large cloud of fog filled the air, blocking the view of all the spectators.

All that could be heard was the sound of metal rubbing against each other, and a few crackling sounds from flesh being cut.

"There's some spiritual energy on that weapon. Song Lan used a fire attribute and directly detonated it and inserted it into the acupuncture point. He Yao also hid a gun behind him. He took advantage of the opponent's spiritual energy that weakened his defense and directly attacked his vulnerable legs..."

After watching the replay of the plot on the clouds, everyone gave these two people a thumbs up and gave them high praise.

The two of them stopped at that point and used their weapons directly, not only injuring themselves but also the other party.

"Your mental strength is amazing." After He Yao got off the field, he took out a glass of water from the side and drank it. Then the wounds on his body healed.

The most powerful part of a physical cultivator is their body. They regard their body as diamond. If both sides didn't happen to have weaknesses, it would be easy to tell who will win or lose in this battle.

"Your body is not bad either, you are known as the Little King Kong." Song Lan said as he punched He Yao in the chest, but found it was hard. In contrast, his hand was a little swollen.

"Be careful!" He Yao originally wanted to speak out to stop him, but he found that the opponent's punch was so fast that it hit his chest.

Song Lan is known for his speed, and he likes to study all kinds of gadgets on weekdays. It is not easy to trip him up with the combination of surprise and mental strength.

My head is still shaking now, I must not hit him again next time.

The two men each had their own little plans in mind, and after exchanging a few words, they turned around at the same time, seemingly nonchalant.

"Indeed, I hope we won't draw each other next time." He secretly put his little hands together, shook his clothes and returned to the audience seats.

As soon as I sat down, the person next to me didn't look at me, so I put my hand on my chest and wrapped it with warmth.

"It really hurts..."