Chu Nan was slightly startled, and then calmed down.

For other hegemon-level martial artists like him, it can be said that it is a peak that is difficult to climb, but he has personally defeated at least more than a hundred internal breath-level martial artists in the virtual space, and he is not afraid at all.

Of course, this does not mean that he will look down on Lu Mingcheng.

Although he had defeated hundreds of Inner Breath-level martial artists and fierce beasts of the same level in the virtual space, he knew very well that if he could do this in the virtual space, it didn't mean that he would definitely be able to do it in the real space.

When defeating those Inner Breath level martial artists in the virtual space, in addition to relying on his powerful data ability, he faced almost every enemy of this level after several or even dozens of deaths before he could barely win with his rich experience.

You can resurrect and fight again in the virtual space, but you only have one chance in the real space.

Chu Nan took a deep breath, put aside the question of "why is this guy an internal breath-level martial artist" in his mind, and looked at Lu Mingcheng intently.

In this battle, he has no chance to come back, but he can't afford to lose!

Torriman, who was in charge of the referee on the side, glanced at Chu Nan with some concern, but didn't say anything, and saw that the time had come, counted down a few times and announced the start of the game.

Chu Nan's feet were staggered, his body was slightly sinking, and under the operation of the Nine Turns of Mind Method, the internal breath in his body slowly flowed.

He knew very well that although he now had the support of strong data ability, and the Nine Turns Mind Method had also made a major breakthrough, the flesh * body refining was not a day's work, and even though his current strength was greatly improved compared to before, it had not reached the level of facing a martial artist at the level of internal rest.

If you want to win this game, you can only make the most of your strengths, as if you are in a virtual space, and then seek a chance to win after obtaining enough data and fully understanding the characteristics of your opponent.

"Hey, are you ready?" Seeing Chu Nan put on a posture of being ready for battle, Lu Mingcheng did not rush to attack, he smiled, raised his head slightly, and looked disdainful.

Chu Nan has experienced tens of thousands of battles in the virtual space, and he has already exercised his mind to be extremely firm, how can he be easily provoked by him, after hearing this, he still remained motionless, staring at Lu Mingcheng intently.

"Chu Nan, come on!"

The audience suddenly burst into a shout.

Chu Nan was slightly stunned, turned his head to take a look, and found that it was not Dong Fang who shouted this, but a classmate who was usually completely unfamiliar.

The student stood up, waving his arms and shouting vigorously, looking very excited.

"Chu Nan, come on!"

Another student next to him also stood up at this time, also cheering for Chu Nan.

No matter how low Chu Nan's usual sense of existence is, he is a second-year student of Xiyun Academy after all.

And this Lu Mingcheng was a transfer student who only turned around yesterday, and now he is still using the backdoor method that the students hate the most to insert into the game, which naturally caused the dissatisfaction of the second-year students.

These two students are usually generous and outgoing, and now they directly express this dissatisfaction.

Chu Nan just wanted to show a smile at them, when he suddenly heard a sound of wind and came straight to him.

"Hey, where are you looking?"

With a muffled snort, a strong wind hit the face.

Chu Nan kicked hard with his right foot, and his body turned in a circle, just avoiding Lu Mingcheng's kick, and punched out, which was the second style of Hong's long fist's third move - shooting horse spur. Pointing directly at Lu Mingcheng's right lower rib.

Hearing Chu Nan's punch, there was actually a bang in his ears, Lu Mingcheng was taken aback, a pale cyan aura flashed, and his internal breath instantly flowed through his body, and his body took two steps back, raising his right arm to block in front of him.

"Bang-"

Chu Nan's punch hit Lu Mingcheng's right forearm firmly, making a muffled sound.

Lu Mingcheng's body didn't move, but his right arm shook twice, but Chu Nan's whole body shook and he took two steps back in a row.

He failed to mobilize his internal breath with this punch, although the power on his fist was as high as 378.342098 kilograms, but Lu Mingcheng's internal breath circulating in his arm was not weak, but it made him suffer a little loss.

There is no internal interest bonus assistance, this is the insurmountable gap between the hegemon-level martial artist and the internal interest-level martial artist.

Chu Nan clenched his fists, knowing that with his current strength, it would be impossible to shake Lu Mingcheng head-on.

Under normal circumstances, he would have been glad to have an Inner Breath level martial artist let him experiment with how to mobilize Internal Breath in battle, just like he had done that night with that senior, but now that the situation was different, he was not allowed to do so.

Seeing that Lu Mingcheng's body moved, and another punch came, Chu Nan cleverly took a step back and easily avoided this punch.

Tens of thousands of battles in the virtual space have allowed Chu Nan to accumulate extremely strong combat experience, and the more powerful data ability can allow him to easily obtain all the detailed data of any enemy's movements, so as to make the most accurate judgment.

As long as he doesn't want to fight hard, then Lu Mingcheng has almost no way to take him.

On the contrary, Chu Nan occasionally saw the flaws exposed by Lu Mingcheng, and a backhand blow would force Lu Mingcheng to retreat to save him, and sometimes he even looked extremely embarrassed because he was too anxious.

The audience was stunned.

Before the competition began, everyone thought that Chu Nan would never be Lu Mingcheng's opponent, after all, even if Chu Nan defeated Luo Li, a fifth-order hegemon-level martial artist, he would not be able to cross the gap between the hegemon-level martial artist and the internal repression-level martial artist, and there was no possibility of victory at all.

But nearly ten minutes have passed since the start of the competition, and the two of you have been going back and forth for so long, but Lu Mingcheng didn't even touch Chu Nan a few times, let alone defeat him directly.

Chu Nan looked as if he was forced to retreat by Lu Mingcheng, it seemed that he only had to defend and retreat, and he didn't even have the strength to parry, but his pace was still steady, his breath was only a little heavier, and he didn't see the slightest scattering, and as long as he counterattacked casually, Lu Mingcheng would always be forced to change his moves.

On the other hand, because Lu Mingcheng couldn't attack for a long time, it was even difficult to touch Chu Nan, so he seemed a little impetuous, and his breath was heavy.

Although with the strong strength of his internal breath-level martial artist, he was still able to gain the absolute upper hand, but he was still far from defeating Chu Nan and winning the victory.

"Have you noticed it, almost every move of this Chu Nan is just right, as if it has been calculated a long time ago." In the audience, a senior student who came to watch the game suddenly said.

This sentence immediately caused a chorus of echoes.

Indeed, since the beginning of the war, the focus of everyone's attention has been on Chu Nan, and it was found that although he had almost been avoiding, every footstep and every body movement seemed to have been accurately calculated, and he didn't waste a little more strength, but he was always able to avoid Lu Mingcheng's attacks everywhere.

This has enabled him to maintain his strong physical strength so far in the battle, and to be able to entangle with Lu Mingcheng, an internal level martial artist.

"Hey, it's that simple." Also in the audience, the third-grade foreign martial arts instructor Ren who came to watch the battle again today sneered and was full of disdain when he heard this. "These guys, they can't see the real amazing thing about this little guy Chu Nan at all."

Among the audience here, purely in terms of external martial arts, Wren is definitely the first.

Naturally, his vision is not comparable to that of other students or even ordinary teachers.

When he came to watch Chu Nan's game yesterday, he only saw a hint of it.

As he watched the match today, he confirmed his guess.

This second-year student named Chu Nan is not just as simple as the so-called excellent body style and precise force.

This guy is like a precision machine, able to precisely control every inch of muscle and bone in his body, and can always make the most suitable movements at the right time.

Because of this characteristic, he was able to face Lu Mingcheng, an internal level martial artist whose strength should be far above him, and he still looked at ease and relaxed.

Wren couldn't explain why Chu Nan was able to do this, because even he couldn't do it himself.

This can only be called talent.