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Yan Yun looked at the old man doubtfully, and nodded at him with a smile.

Yan Yun understood the old man, and knew that he would not speak for no reason. Since he had already said so, and the battle had started, Yan Yun must have realized something.

Although the old man didn't know Mei Ying, he knew that Mei Ying was Yan Yun's friend and would naturally stand on Mei Ying's side. Since he urged the battle to begin, it seemed that he was very optimistic about Mei Ying.

Even though Mei Ying's strength was not as good as Ao Erse's …

The difference between Mei Ying and Half-spirit Level was a thin line, but it was precisely this subtle difference that had caught him under the Half-spirit Level. Compared to true Half-spirit Level, there was definitely a huge difference in fighting strength.

One golden and one dark figure were flashed rapidly in the empty room, with a speed that dazzled everyone. Everyone looked at her, especially Mu Jing who had never seen this kind of scene before, her pretty face was filled with excitement.

Yan Yun observed Mu Jing's expression and couldn't help but roll her eyes. So this girl actually had this kind of ability.

Bang!

An intense collision sound was heard. The table and chairs were hit by the aftermath of the collision. They were instantly turned into dust and smoke. The two figures quickly separated and then clashed again after a short while.

How could Ao Erse hold back at all? Ma Er's face darkened, he was prepared to stop the battle when he saw the situation, but seeing that the black shadow did not obstruct his, he decided not to do anything.

Each time the two figures clashed, it seemed like there was only one attack, but in this short period of time, the two had already clashed more than a hundred times. However, neither of them had gained an advantage.

Ao Erse frowned, he had also noticed that his opponent was difficult to deal with. Although he had not reached the Half-spirit Level level, he had strength comparable to it.

This guy had held back? This is good as well. I'll show you the true abilities of a mutated human!

Screech!

After the ear-piercing whistle passed, a loud bang sounded. His clothes were torn, and his golden wings stretched out for 4 m. However, they were not flesh wings, but wings made entirely out of hard metal.

Countless sharp iron spikes appeared on the edge of the golden wing. With a flap, they touched the tables and chairs, and they were instantly torn to shreds.

”Mutated?” Yan Yun frowned.

”Ao Erse is indeed a mutated human, do you want me to stop him?” Mal asked.

”Wait a little longer.” But he knew that if he stopped it now, Mei Ying would definitely not feel well in his heart. Although he would not complain, Yan Yun did not want Mei Ying to suffer grievances.

Huala!

With a pair of wings, his speed and power instantly increased explosively. When he looked at Mei Ying again, he did not feel that his opponent was hard to deal with anymore.

Mutant! They were different from special ability user. special ability user was something that had all the abilities in the world, and the training during the day after tomorrow would only allow them to become stronger gradually.

However, a mutated human was different. They were nurtured after birth and they were modified and assembled using specialized high-tech drugs. To a certain extent, a mutated human was a robot.

Using the stimulation of medicine to tap into a person's potential and changing their apparatus to acquire certain abilities, this process was extremely dangerous. If the person being changed didn't have great willpower, he or she would first have a mental breakdown and die.

Luck was an essential factor as well. If there was even the slightest mistake, the person who had been remodeled would immediately die. Even if the modification was successful, the person who wanted to raise their strength would have to undergo another transformation.

Ao Erse was very honored, he had been remodeled ten times already, and had finally obtained the power of Half-spirit Level and the recognition of the upper echelons of the group.

Boom!

A fierce wind blew and wood shavings flew in the air as Mei Ying's figure fell from mid-air. A touch of paleness surfaced on his devilish face and a trace of blood leaked out from the corner of his mouth, but he did not look dispirited at all. On the contrary, his ice-cold eyes revealed a fiery fighting spirit.

How long had it been since he was injured? How long has it been since there's been blood?

It had been so long, so long, that even Mei Ying himself had almost forgotten about it.