478: Quota Attribution

On the arena.

Mr. Nie Fangping watched as the opponent, shrouded in blade light, closed in. However, he unhurriedly brought the bamboo flute to his lips.

“Woo~ woo woo~”

The graceful and ethereal sound was like the chirping of birds, or the gurgling flow of a stream.

It was long and melodious, yet carried a sense of resilience and strength.

Zhao Ling frowned upon seeing this.

Before this battle began, he already knew that the method used by this Mr. Fang Ping was to control a swarm of insects through a jade flute.

He belonged to the category of abnormal evolutionaries.

Now, upon hearing the opponent's flute sound, he indeed saw a large swarm of black insects in the sky behind him in the next moment, rushing towards him!

A sky full of insects.

This sense of impact was like a single person facing a monstrous tsunami.

It instilled a feeling of insignificance in one's heart.

The countless onlookers were even more panicked.

They thought it was some kind of insect plague attack.

Fortunately, under the comfort of the surrounding Soldiers, everyone understood that these insects were all drawn by that flute-playing Mr.!

The swarm of insects that blocked out the Sun was all drawn by him!

In just an instant, everyone's gaze turned towards the person on the arena with extreme shock.

Controlling a swarm of insects as a means of attack, what kind of Celestial God is this?!

In contrast, Zhao Ling.

Even though he had killed a large number of Zombies in the past two days and obtained a large amount of evolution points to enhance his strength, he still felt a strong sense of threat from the swarm of insects flying all over the sky!

He must quickly, quickly interrupt the opponent's flute sound!

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

The blade surface, illuminated by the Sun, sent out three seven to eight-meter-long streaks of snow-white blade light, instantly tearing apart the ground beneath his feet and directly slashing towards Mr. Nie Fangping!

Zhao Ling made his move.

The three streaks of blade light, like White Dragons, seemed capable of tearing apart tanks!

And the swarm of insects behind Mr. Nie Fangping also arrived above the arena at this moment.

In just an instant.

A thick shield spanning ten meters was condensed from the swarm of insects!

“A shield! He can actually control insects to condense a shield!”

“Incredible, simply incredible!”

“One can use blade energy, and one can use a flute to control a swarm of insects, what are we watching?”

“Is this a duel between two martial arts experts?!”

“These are the unique evolutionaries of our Dragon Country!”

“Boom!”

The blade light was forcefully blocked.

The swarm of insects also scattered in an instant, accompanied by a sound of flapping wings and chirping.

“Woo woo woo!!”

The melodious flute sound, at this moment, was like a knife, starting to be unsheathed!

“Whoosh!”

Among the swarm of insects that covered the sunlight, a large area of snow-white insects, like sharp, gleaming knives.

Reflecting the dazzling light of the Sun, they were like a divine punishment descending from the Nine Heavens, crashing towards Zhao Ling!

At this moment, Zhao Ling's expression was extremely solemn.

He had prepared enough.

Even now, if he were to face a second-tier evolutionary, he could kill them in just a few moves.

But now.

Facing the person before him, he only felt a sense of powerlessness.

Such a terrifying swarm of insects, the opponent could control them just by standing in the distance, playing the flute without getting a speck of dust on him.

His almost strongest blade attack just now was directly blocked so effortlessly by the opponent controlling the swarm of insects to condense a shield.

And he.

Had to face these countless insects!

Killing the second-tier mutated Zombie back then was nowhere near this person's limit!

“Boom boom boom!”

Each slash carried a frantic wave of wind.

In a network of blades, a large number of the leading Blade Worms were directly cut in half and fell to the ground.

But these insects, for the entire swarm, were simply too insignificant!

“Pfft pfft~”

On his arm, following the passage of more than ten Blade Worms.

His skin, which was difficult to even cut with a knife, burst open with blood!

And his arm was just a starting point.

In just the next two to three breaths of time.

Zhao Ling felt blood continuously bursting open on his chest, abdomen, and legs!

The bursts of pain made him increasingly agitated.

The watermelon knife in his hand was swung more and more chaotically.

There were so many insects, he couldn't possibly kill them all!

Finally.

Half a minute later, under the control of Mr. Nie Fangping, the dense swarm of insects scattered with a roar.

The sunlight fell again, making everyone around who was excited feel a surge of heat.

And at the same time.

More than ten insects, each aiming their sharp insect wings at Zhao Ling's eyes, throat, and other vital spots.

“You lose.”

Mr. Nie Fangping put away the long flute, patted his slightly wrinkled clothes, his voice calm.

Across from him, Zhao Ling looked like a man of blood, his condition appearing extremely miserable!

After a long silence.

Zhao Ling lowered his head and said dejectedly: “You won, you are more qualified than me to become the Savior.”

“Whoosh!!”

The moment Zhao Ling surrendered, the surrounding crowd looked at Mr. Nie Fangping with excitement.

“Savior! Mr. Fang Ping is the Savior, he will definitely become the Savior!”

“Fang Ping! Fang Ping! Fang Ping!”

Everyone worshipped the strong.

Let alone a strong person like Mr. Nie Fangping who could easily defeat Zhao Ling, this Captain of the evolutionaries!

Zhao Ling was not weak.

But in everyone's eyes, Fang Ping was even more monstrously strong!

General Yang saw this scene, his brow furrowed, his face filled with struggle and hesitation.

Should the position of candidate really be given to this person named Fang Ping?

Forget it, whoever is stronger is qualified to have that spot, there's nothing to be conflicted about.

General Yang thought this, and was about to announce the final allocation of the spot in front of everyone, when a voice came from behind him.

“Dad!” Yang Qianqian appeared behind him, her eyes red.

“Come with me, I have something to say to you.”

With a slight frown, General Yang followed her outside the crowd.

“Dad, you must give that spot to Zhao Ling!” With no one around, Yang Qianqian directly stated her purpose.

“Give it to Zhao Ling? He has already lost, I said, whoever is strong enough is qualified to have that spot.” General Yang was clearly not someone who would change his mind just because of a word from his Hong Lei's daughter.

However, Yang Qianqian's next sentence made his expression stiffen and his face darken.

“A few days ago, didn't you apply to Kyoto for a nuclear strike on Rong City?”

“At that time, you clearly knew I was still in Rong City, yet you still made that decision, do you know that you were trying to kill me at that time!”

Yang Qianqian stubbornly roared.

And these words also made General Yang sigh deeply, speechless.

Yang Qianqian continued: “If Zhao Ling hadn't saved me, I would have been dead beyond dead.”

“He not only saved me, but also saved you, so you wouldn't have to live in guilt for the rest of your life!”

“Why, why are you unwilling to even give him a Savior candidate spot?!”

Listening to this, General Yang remained silent.

“If you don't give the spot to Zhao Ling, I will never be your Hong Lei's daughter again, and I will never forgive you for the rest of my life!”

Leaving this sentence, Yang Qianqian turned and left with red eyes.

Leaving the White-Haired Old Man alone, standing outside the crowd, his figure aging.

“Buzz buzz buzz~”

An insect, as if it had seen everything that happened here, slowly left while flapping its wings.