C97 Practice

In the sky, two separate 'armies' were facing each other in silence. Apart from the crackling sounds of the sea of trees burning beneath the army, the scene was incomparably silent.

One was black, and the other was white.

A pitch-black metal army, a pure white scorching army.

The heart of the "black army" was in turmoil. It really wanted to leave this heart-breaking game right away. The "white army" felt even more uneasy. It felt like, maybe, it was going to lose the game.

Whether it was Shanhai World or Universe Vacuum, this was the first time Yan Jia had controlled so many of them at once.

The last time was after he absorbed Yuv Wen's memory.

Yan Jia, who had given birth to the Avatar, finally felt the limit of his control. The number of Big Dipper was 36.

The 36 white dolls were the limit of Yan Jia's control.

As for the more white dolls, he could only control them with ease. If he wanted to control all of them with precision, he would only end up failing.

However, he had to continue on the path he had chosen. No matter what, he had to keep pretending.

Yan Jia was the first to charge forward. Mu Wanji was also prepared to receive the incoming attack.

The originally distinct black and white army immediately became chaotic, with black and white alternating.

You cut me with a knife, I stab you with a sword, you cut me with a knife, sigh, I block.

Although the temperature of the white figure controlled by Yan Jia was extremely high, it was not easy to burn the opponent's armor without him using his real strength.

Immediately, Mu Wanji realized that something was wrong. Not only was the opponent's control of this technique not as good as his, but the material composition didn't seem to be very good either.

While Mu Wanji was fighting in chaos, he was also thinking about the battle situation. From this point of view, it could be seen that Mu Wanji had completely surpassed Yan Jia when it came to multitasking.

At this moment, Yan Jia had fully devoted himself to this "war." Even in the Universe Vacuum, only a little bit of his concentration was left. The rest of his focus was on controlling the white puppet to deal with the opponent.

One had to admit that no matter if it was multitasking, combat techniques, or grasp of the situation, Yan Jia had already lost.

After all, there was no need to say more about his "few decades" lifespan in his previous life. If you were to talk nonsense, Yan Jia could still exchange a few words with you and attack you.

Sorry, I can't afford to offend you.

As for the ten plus years he spent in Shanhai World, he didn't put much effort into fighting just because he was researching and cultivating.

After all, this was only the third time Yan Jia had fought in the Shanhai World.

Whether it was the battle between the king or Gui Mo, it had ended in an instant. It was all because of his "momentum" that he was able to suppress his opponent. There had never been a battle where he was evenly matched with his opponent.

As a matter of fact, if it wasn't for the memory given to him by Bai Lang in Zhenkong Demiplane, Yan Jia would either use his "power" to win the battle or admit his defeat. After that...

He would have directly "exploded" his opponent.

The number of puppets that could be controlled meticulously could not be compared to his opponent. Even if he continuously changed the puppets that he controlled, his opponent would be able to immediately follow and change. They would always be flexible against flexible, and stiff against rigid.

Overall, Bai Yan Jia had fallen into a disadvantageous position.

However, winning or losing in real life was not something that could be expressed simply by numbers or simple performance.

The one who fell below was Yan Jia, and the one who occupied the undefeatable position was also Yan Jia.

It was very difficult for Mu Wanji to destroy the white doll controlled by Yan Jia. Even if he succeeded, Yan Jia could immediately make up for it. What Mu Wanji had lost was a solid material reserve. Under the premise that there was no metal replenishment, If Mu Wanji did not run away, the only consequence would be that all the material reserves of the opponent would be used up by Yan Jia. Then, he admitted defeat.

In fact, if it wasn't for the fact that he wanted to prove himself and perfect his Metal Storm, Mu Wanji would have run away a long time ago.

The winner of this battle had emerged from the very beginning.

However, it had nothing to do with winning or losing. It was only about the gains. Both Yan Jia and Mu Wanji didn't want to end this battle so easily.

Mu Wanji kept perfecting his metal tide in this battle.

He was also improving his fighting techniques, allowing him to fight with him head on. All he needed to do was to continuously discover his current deficiencies. All he needed to do was to use some metal reserves. Where could he find such a good thing?

Yan Jia was also constantly absorbing the fighting methods and attack methods from his memories in this battle.

In the past thousand years, there were very few people coming and going in Zhenkong Demiplane, especially those who had become a tourist in Demiplane for the past hundred years. People from all over the world were flooding in.

In order to find the common points, unique points, and emotional changes in the hearts of people, the king had secretly provoked many people to fight. Perhaps this battle had not caused many deaths.

But how many combat theories had been accumulated in his memory over the years?

The ones from before? Yan Jia only knew about it. He knew that this person would block, dodge, or counterattack when facing this move.

However, he didn't understand why this person would do this.

And now, he began to slowly understand.

Under Yan Jia's control, the 36 white dolls used different means of attack. Some of them were neutralized by Mu Wanji. Some of them gained some advantages, and some of them were used in a different way. Even the dolls were destroyed by the opponent.

The two of them didn't want to stop fighting.

Yan Jia had even deliberately lowered the temperature of the white doll so that this battle, no, it would be more appropriate to say that it was a drill right now.

It could make the drill last longer and allow him to absorb more of the techniques in his memory.

Mu Wanji, who had been fighting Yan Jia all this time, naturally noticed that his opponent had become easier to deal with. At first, he thought that his opponent would not be able to hold on much longer and started to reveal flaws.

But soon, he couldn't confirm this conjecture. Then, he realized Yan Jia's intention, but Mu Wanji didn't have any intention of rejecting it. It was still the same thing. It was hard to find such a good thing even with lanterns. Why would he destroy it?

The Sun sat in the center of the Demiplane, from the beginning of fighting to the end of the battle, until it was pitch black. Only the projection of the Demiplane and some uninvited guests were left behind to witness the "drill" between the two of them.

They fought until they left the sea of dark green trees and came to a mountainous area. Finally, the two of them stopped.