The environment in front of him kept flickering.
Finally, it was fixed on a plain.
He Ziang laughed loudly, "Haha! Plain!"
The other eighteen students also showed despair.
The plain is one of the most suitable places for flying races to perform.
There is no shelter, so they can only fight head-on.
"'Civilian', now you still have the courage to say what you just said again?"
He Ziang bit the word civilian very hard. He looked at Lu Yan with a contemptuous smile in his eyes, like a high god.
The races of each participating student were projected.
He Ziang's race is 500 third-level harpies. They have sharp claws and saliva flowing from their mouths. They are terrifying and hideous.
On the ground, there are no less than a thousand third-level jackal thugs and more than three thousand second-level wilderness jackals.
As expected of the children of the nobility, these race configurations have almost reached the current limit.
If the number of races is to be increased, the area of the divine domain must be expanded.
Compared to most people, there are 200 to 1,000 first and second level races.
This person has almost reached the peak of this freshman class.
No wonder he is so arrogant.
"It's over, it's over. I'm in the same group with He Ziang. Now I have no chance of qualifying."
Some students lamented. They recognized He Ziang, the strongest freshman in this class of No. 1 Middle School.
Even if He Ziang is alone, he is enough to sweep them.
What's more, the 500 harpies.
This is enough to deal with them without damage.
Air supremacy is too important!
"Are you sure you want to listen? This is the first time I have encountered such a strange request." Lu Yan was a little surprised, but he still said word by word, "I say, you, are not worth mentioning!"
"Hahaha... What the hell are you talking about! You lowly civilian, where do you get the confidence from..." He Ziang said angrily, but soon, his words stopped.
Because Lu Yan's race was projected.
On the ground, there were 1,000 upright, more than two meters tall terrifying bears, and behind them were 200 short fishmen.
But the most eye-catching thing was the three thousand red-crowned crane monsters!
They flew and circled in the sky, blocking the sunlight.
On the grassland that was bent by the breeze, a large shadow was cast.
"Three thousand flying races?" He Ziang's face became solemn. "Is this your trump card!"
"As a flying race, my harpy is a third-level one. In close combat, I only need one harpy to exchange for six of his flying races, and I won't lose!"
"What's more! My harpy is specially trained for close combat! It's a third-level race. His flying race is slender and is not good at frontal combat at first glance!"
"Maybe, as long as the harpy charges, his flying race will collapse!"
With such a belief, He Ziang quickly regained his confidence.
He admitted that he had misjudged, but he would never admit that he would lose.
Because he was betting!
He was betting that Lu Yan's three thousand slender red-crowned crane races were not good at close combat.
He bet right!
At the moment the battle officially began.
The three thousand red-crowned crane cultivators, when facing the charge launched by the harpies,
decisively distanced themselves and flew higher into the sky.
A smile reappeared on He Ziang's face.
He had bet right. The red-crowned crane race was not good at close combat. At the beginning of the war, they flew high into the sky.
Next, as long as the five hundred harpies continued to expel the red-crowned crane race,
his land race would kill all of Lu Yan's land race.
This disgusting civilian boy would be eliminated!
But he did not notice that the smile in Lu Yan's eyes became more and more obvious.
The three thousand red-crowned crane cultivators, after distanced themselves from the five hundred harpies,
were suspended in the air one by one.
Almost in an instant, one by one, the projectiles that kept rotating irregularly and seemed to contain energy fluctuations appeared in front of them.
Lu Yan was amazed. To some extent, the spiritual power bullets really looked like the Rasengan in an anime he had watched in his previous life. The
three thousand spiritual power bullets, like tearing the sky apart, rushed towards the harpies with surging airflow.
In their horrified eyes, they didn't even have time to react.
The spiritual bullets had already penetrated their bodies.
The constantly rotating spiritual bullets, in the process of rotation, crushed their internal organs, bones, and minced meat together, and then broke through the skin and took them out of the body.
A layer of misty blood rain fell from the sky.
In just a moment, the five hundred harpy banshees were completely destroyed!
And the three thousand red-crowned crane cultivators were zero damage!
He Ziang made the right bet. The close combat ability of the red-crowned crane cultivators was indeed very poor.
However, what followed was the terrifying lethality at a long distance!
He Ziang was stunned, and seemed to be very unbelievable.
He failed just like that.
"Get your mother out! You let me eliminate you, and you can't even think about advancing!" He Ziang suddenly roared, ordering his one thousand third-level jackal thugs and three thousand second-level wilderness jackals to
launch a fierce attack on Lu Yan's land race.
He had a clear idea. Even if he was going to be eliminated, he had to make Lu Yan's race suffer some damage, so that he couldn't easily defeat the next round of opponents.
But his extreme anger made him forget one thing.
This year, thanks to the advent of new technology, it was different from previous leagues.
Now it was projection, and no matter how many projections were killed, it would not affect Lu Yan at all.
However, what made He Ziang desperate was.
After taking a small blue pill, the three thousand red-crowned crane cultivators began to gather energy to attack again.
Under their bombardment, the jackals quickly collapsed and fled.
"How is this possible!" He Ziang widened his eyes.
In addition to several top alchemy medicine machines and magic springs,
there is nothing that can restore energy.
"It's over, what kind of monster did I provoke!" He covered his cheek in pain.
This powerful killing power, combined with the characteristics of the pills that continuously replenish energy, this is a group of real killing gods, gods of the battlefield!
If this news leaks out, there will be many people who want to seek cooperation.
The other eighteen students were also surprised to see this scene.
They all thought of this level.
When Lu Yan looked over, they all expressed their abstention.
They saw the strength of this fierce man very clearly, even if all of them besieged him together.
There are three thousand flying races with long-range spells. As long as they spend some time, they will be defeated one by one.
Continuing to fight, except for wasting time, there is no benefit at all.
It would be better to have a good impression of this great god, maybe it will be useful in the future.
At the moment when all the students gave up.
Oriental Mythology MOD, an unusual prompt popped up.