Slaying God: The Agent of the Ancestral Witch, Starting with the Nine-Turn Mysterious Art

Yuan Gang raised his head, as if expecting something.

Everyone also looked up following Yuan Gang's gaze, but saw nothing.

"What are you looking at? Who is there in the sky?"

"Nothing..."

"Fuck, look, someone jumped down from the clouds!!!"

Seven black dots appeared under the sky and began to fall rapidly. Upon closer inspection, they were seven falling human figures!

Seven people wearing gray cloaks, carrying black boxes and wearing masks.

They fell from the clouds, landing freely, and their gray cloaks fluttered in the wind!

"Oh my god, they didn't jump directly from the plane, did they?"

The recruits looked up into the air in shock.

Yuan Gang on the martial arts stage couldn't hold back any longer. "Good boy! I just said it casually, but these guys actually took it seriously. They are indeed... a special squad!"

……

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

The screams like slaughtering a pig echoed in the ears of everyone in the masked team.

"Xuanwei, can you be quiet? My ears are about to explode. Do you believe I will hit you with a hammer?!" Qiangwei yelled angrily.

"I'm afraid of heights!!!" Xuanwo looked at Wang Mian aggrievedly, "Captain, should we really jump out of the plane when Yuan Gang said so?"

The man wearing the Wang mask spoke calmly, "Instructor Yuan said this class of recruits is difficult to manage, and we can't keep them under control without a bang-up opening."

"It's exploded at the beginning, but I feel like my whole body is about to break apart. What if I jump from such a high and fall to death?" Uzumaki said worriedly.

"Then I guess you will really split apart." Yue Gui said easily.

"Don't worry, I'm here and you won't be killed by the fall." Tianping said confidently.

"I've gained weight recently. Are you sure you can hold me up?"

"Captain, can I let this guy fall to his death?" Tianping said speechlessly.

"No."

"Shut up Uzumaki, everyone, cheer up. We can't let these new recruits laugh at our masked faces."

Uzumaki covered his mouth, trying not to make any sound.

"Oh my god, it's a mask?!"

"A mask from one of the four special teams?!"

"Zundu fake?!"

Gu Tianchen stood with his arms folded, staring at the man wearing the vortex mask.

The famous vortex scene is coming!

Look carefully, that man is called Uzumaki...

Just as the seven people were about to fall to the ground, Tianping stretched out his right hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

Snapped!

The gravity on the masked team members completely dissipated, and the seven of them landed lightly on the ground like feathers.

Wang Mian said calmly, "Hello everyone, we are Masked Little..."

Bang!

Before Wang Mian could finish introducing himself, Uzumaki's legs gave way and he fell to his knees in front of the new recruits...

Swirl: ( ' - ' * )

The rest of the Masked Team: (▼ヘ▼)

All new recruits: 〣( oΔo )〣

Gu Tianchen was so exhausted from laughing that he developed eight-pack abs. That’s right, that’s exactly what it tasted like!!!

There was dead silence.

Wang Mian's mouth twitched, Qiangwei's fist hardened, and Tianping held his forehead, regretting not throwing this embarrassing guy to death...

The recruits were confused...

What is he doing?

kneel?!

Impossible! Is there anyone in the Masked Team afraid of heights?!

Come on, this is a mask! He must have a reason for doing this... right?

Everyone's eyes fell on the vortex...

Xuanwo was sweating profusely, and suddenly an idea came to him. He clasped his hands together and bowed to the new recruits.

"Masked Team Uzumaki, happy new year to everyone!"

After saying this, Uzumaki stood up and pretended nothing had happened.

It was a close call, I almost got killed, luckily I was very smart!

New recruits: ...

Could this masked team be fake?

Wang Mian stood on the stage, emitting a faint divine power.

His eyes swept across the new recruits, and finally landed on Gu Tianchen and Lin Qiye who were standing side by side, looking them back and forth.

In his perception, one exuded a fiery and violent aura, and the other concealed a divine power with brilliant golden light.

Neither of these two deities' agents is a good person. No wonder Yuan Gang needs a mask to calm the situation...

Wang Mian said softly, "We are the Masked Team."

A solemn and murderous aura came towards me, and the gray cloak fluttered without wind.

Lin Qiye's eyes turned cold, and he felt a strong sense of oppression.

Yuan Gang looked at the new recruits and said with a smile, "Aren't you dissatisfied? I'll show you, a bunch of new recruits, what a true genius is!"

"It's 2:30 in the afternoon. If anyone of you can unmask any member of the Masked Squad before 9:00 tonight, you will win."

"If you win, I'll graduate you right here, right now. But if no one does it before nine o'clock, you'll have to stand still and train strictly according to the training mission. Anyone who can't do it, pack up and get out of here immediately!"

"have you understood?!"

"clear!!!"

"Instructor, I have another question. The Masked Squad are all from the River Realm, and some even have the Sea Realm. We're all from the Lantern Realm. How can we fight them?"

"Don't worry, the Masked Team will suppress their own realm to the Lantern Realm. At the same realm, 7 to 240, you dare not?"

"Damn it, what's there to be afraid of when we're at the same level? We'll crush them with our human wave tactics!"

"Haha, below the realm of the lamp, I'm invincible. Above the realm of the lamp, I can trade one for one. What masked team? I think they are all traitors!"

"..."

Wang Mian on the stage said calmly, "We don't need seven of you to deal with you. We only need five of us to take you all down."

"Yohoo, what a big tone!"

"I've never seen such an arrogant person in my life!"

"Damn it, who are you looking down on? Brothers, don't do anything later, I want to challenge this Wang Mian alone!"

Wang Mian's words immediately ignited the emotions of the new recruits, and they began to get ready to fight with the Masked Team!

"They are so arrogant." Baili Pangpang said.

"As expected of the captain of the Masked Team, Wang Mian's move of retreating to advance is truly amazing." Lin Qiye said slowly.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Baili Pangpang asked curiously.

"The rules of the game are that we win if we unmask any member of the Masked Team. The more people they have on the field, the easier it is to lose."

"In a team of seven, there are always people who are not good at fighting. Wang Mian was playing it safe and making us feel that we had a better chance of winning, so he let our guard down from the beginning."

"But 240 against 5 people, the advantage is on me." Baili Pangpang said confidently.

Lin Qiye looked at the five people on the stage. "They are a special team that has experienced hundreds of battles and they work together very well. We are just a group of ragtag people, a mess. It's hard to say who will win or lose..."

Baili Pangpang nodded thoughtfully, looked at Gu Tianchen who was staring at the Rolex on his wrist, and asked, "Tianchen, what are you doing?"

Gu Tianchen's mouth curled up slightly, staring at his watch and counting down: "Five, four, three, two, one... time's up!"

Baili Pangpang was confused. "Time is up? What time is up?"

Before he finished speaking, Gu Tianchen had already transformed into a beam of fire and rushed towards the five members of the masked team.