Although they have a pair of green eyes, phantom cats are famous for their hearing, and their auditory nerves are the most abundant.

Meng Chao's knife hit just behind the phantom cat's ear, where the auditory nerves gather.

Although the tip of the knife only broke through a thin layer of skin, the toxin penetrated in. The pain was excruciating, and it also damaged the hearing and even the balance system, causing the beast's limbs to twitch and stagger.

Meng Chao seized the opportunity, cut into the soft throat with another knife, accurately severed the trachea and carotid artery, and killed the beast without touching even a single bone.

At this time, the other two phantom cats jumped behind his head.

Meng Chao didn't even look at it, and kicked his legs backwards in succession, like precision-guided missiles, sending the two phantom cats flying into the air.

The future version of "Hundred Battles Sword Technique" danced to the limit, aimed at the abdomen of these two beasts, and made a big disembowelment.

The two phantom cats didn't even have time to scream, and died in mid-air.

The tip of the knife is as bright as new, with no scratches at all.

There was only a drop of crystal clear green cat blood, slowly rolling down.

"Good sword skills!"

In the monitoring center, many teachers and admissions office staff were amazed.

This candidate from No. 9 Middle School really shocked them.

For a moment, they couldn't tell the difference between Meng Chao's and Luo Hai's sword skills, who was more skilled.

"readily!"

The strong smell of blood penetrated his nose, and Meng Chao sneezed twice, feeling like a fish in water, burning with fighting spirit.

"There are still too few phantom cats here. Can we go further in?"

He wandered among the ruins.

Along the way, there were also many phantom cats that smelled his scent and kept jumping out of the darkness, but he killed them all with a few swords and lightning.

When he appeared at the gate of the first workshop, his camouflage uniform was soaked with cat blood and evaporated by heat, turning into wisps of blood mist.

The sword was still as sharp as lightning, without even a single hole being chipped by the hard monster bones.

This is the exclusive hunting ground for Luo Hai and the others.

It's not that they are overbearing and don't let others in.

Instead, they gathered the corpses of thousands of ferocious rats here, attracting a large number of phantom cats to "dine" here.

Candidates with low abilities are looking for death if they step into the first workshop rashly. Within three to five minutes, they will be covered in bruises, lose too much blood, and withdraw from the test.

Seeing Meng Chao swaggering in with a sword on his shoulder, the pupils of Luo Hai, Fang Da and Xie Feng suddenly shrank.

They no longer dare to underestimate this peer who came from a key district and was previously unknown.

Their scores were almost the same. Although they had the advantage of sharper cold weapons, the continuous shooting and fighting consumed a lot of energy. Now their eyes were red and swollen, their muscles were twitching, their lungs seemed to be filled with gunpowder, and it was extremely painful to take a breath.

This is severe fatigue, and you must sit down to exercise and regulate your breathing, sitting on a pile for at least ten or twenty minutes, before you can recover to 70% to 80%.

Meng Chao, on the other hand, was calm and calm, with bright eyes.

"How on earth did he sweep nearly a thousand points without feeling tired at all?"

Luo Hai and the three of them looked at each other, even to death, unable to figure it out.

Meng Chao's pungent rat-eating breath attracted the attention of all the phantom cats.

These small feline monsters were also stimulated to become ferocious. They arched their backs, sharpened their claws, and let out brutal roars.

Luo Hai and the others had long wanted to rest, but they had been pestered by the phantom cat and couldn't find a chance.

Seeing that all the "firepower" had been sucked away by Meng Chao, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, took a few steps back, and fell to the ground.

My hands and feet felt sore and numb, and I couldn't lift them up.

"Let's see what this guy is capable of!" The three of them sat on the pile and adjusted their breaths, but their eyes widened and they thought unconvinced.

Meng Chao was not polite and strode into the center of the workshop.

Swish swish swish!

Dozens of phantom cats drew phantoms in the air, like black sharp blades, heading straight for his vitals.

The angle, speed and arc of their jump instantly appeared in Meng Chao's mind, and various numbers and formulas flew down like a waterfall.

The future version of "Hundred Battles Sword Technique" danced into a ball of silver light, covering a three-meter radius with an airtight seal.

All the phantom cats that invaded this area screamed in an instant.

The sword's light was so dense that it was naturally impossible for the sword to cause fatal injuries.

But beyond the expectations of the three elites, the injured phantom cat staggered as if drunk, had muscles twitching, and even foamed at the mouth. Within half a minute, it lost its combat effectiveness and was easily killed by Meng Chao.

"Is this...poisoning?"

The three of them stared at each other. They had just seen Meng Chao redeem the most common lightning sword instead of a poison-attribute magic weapon. Besides, in the undergraduate actual combat test, there was no cold weapon as overbearing as a poison-attribute magic weapon that could be exchanged.

So, he put poison on the blade himself?

But where did the poison come from?

The more the three of them thought about it, the more confused they became. They really wanted to shout: "Teacher, he is cheating, no, he is cheating!"

Of course, it was impossible to cheat, because more than a dozen drones flew in from the window and monitored Meng Chao's fight from all angles.

This shows that Meng Chao has aroused the strong interest of the examiner, and he has received more attention than Luo Hai and the others just now.

Thinking of this, the three of them felt even worse.

"He is only powerful with a poison-quenched sword, but the venom will always be exhausted. When the time comes, we will have recovered our strength and see what else he can do!" Xie Feng, No. 2 Middle School, gritted his teeth.

Luo Hai's face was solemn.

His father was a master of swordsmanship, and he also had an extraordinary vision. He could see that although Meng Chao was understatement and seemed to not be attacking the vital points, it was actually the most energy-saving way of fighting.

He can harvest a phantom cat with three points of effort, but he will never spend four points.

Such restraint is far more rare than a clean break.

"When the venom is exhausted, will he have any other tricks?" A huge question mark appeared in Luo Hai's heart.

Facts have proved that there is.

After killing dozens of phantom cats, the venom gradually ran out.

Meng Chao immediately changed his style, took the initiative to expose his vital points, and let the phantom cat bite him.

hiss!

A phantom cat bit his outstretched arm fiercely.

The gel combat suit was torn open, and a large amount of gel spilled out.

puff!

Meng Chao took the opportunity to stab the beast in the chest with a knife, and then stirred it up, crushing his heart!

Another phantom cat bit his shoulder, its fangs almost piercing through the gel combat suit, causing great pain and pressure to the shoulder blade.

However, he didn't even frown. He reached out and grabbed the phantom cat's neck. He activated his "Rang Niu Jin" and slammed the beast to the ground. He found the most precise angle and directly crushed its cervical vertebrae.

Trading injuries for lives, his fierce fighting style, his hunting efficiency is twice as high as that of the three elites, and his scores and rankings are soaring.

"Luo Hai, this guy's sword skills don't seem to be any better than ours, why is his killing efficiency so high?" Fang Da, a Chinese, clicked his tongue in surprise.

"His defensive power in the overdraft gel battle suit, his battle suit, has been scrapped." No. 2 middle school student Xie Feng frowned deeply.

Luo Hai hesitated to speak, thinking that this guy's swordsmanship didn't look any better than ours.

At least, definitely better than the two of you.

But he was also full of curiosity about Meng Chao's tactics.

In just a few minutes, the combat uniform was scrapped. How could we fight next?

Meng Chao had to stop and take a breath after harvesting the lives of dozens of phantom cats in one breath.

Seeing three elites staring at him curiously in the corner, his heart moved.

To be able to become the best in an examination room, these three guys all have some potential. If they are idle, they will be idle. If they give them a few words of advice, even if they don't earn much contribution value, they will be considered as contributing to Dragon City.

"Bullets and swords are not the only weapons." Thinking of this, he said calmly.

"What?" The three of them were stunned.

Is this guy talking to them?

"In actual combat, except for guns, bullets, fists, feet, and swords, everything around us, even a branch, a can opener, or a chopstick, is a weapon."

Meng Chao swung his knife and accurately cut between the third and fourth cervical vertebrae of a phantom cat. He explained without looking back, "I see that you have emptied all the magazines. I believe there is no fool who would keep even one."

If you don't use a bullet, it will be returned to the Education Bureau after the exam, right?"

The three of them looked at each other, what did this guy mean by giving them instructions while taking the exam?

Although in the undergraduate practical test, everything is compared to actual combat, and a few words exchanged between "comrades" does not count as cheating.
To be continued...