Reborn Global Abilities

Zhang He, who was already extremely weak, suddenly opened his eyes. Feeling the energy filling his body, Zhang He grinned excitedly.

The voice that just appeared in my mind was not a hallucination that occurred before I died.

But the real voice of reality that can change your own destiny!

"Have you had enough fun? It's my turn now." There was a hint of gloom in Zhang He's tone.

Immediately, Zhang He clenched his right hand into a fist, and the seven-ray mark in his palm burst into brilliant light, forming a powerful blue-light glove.

"Let you feel the power of this Qingying Fist."

Zhang He bent down with all his strength to break away from the long-tongued evil spirit, and then quickly punched one of the evil spirits.

Cyan lightning covered the whole body of the glove. The moment Zhang He hit the evil ghost with his right fist, the electric current paralyzed him and made him unable to move.

The huge punch split the evil ghost's long tongue into two parts. The evil ghost who was hit shuddered in pain, abandoned his tongue, and opened his body with Zhang He.

"Is this the power of Qingying's glove?" Zhang He did not pursue the victory, but looked at the glove on his right hand with a green light in surprise.

When the mysterious voice says to give you power, the seven-pointed star in Zhang He's hand can summon this glove.

Instantly summoning the Qingying Fist Gloves, Zhang He himself did not feel the slightest surprise, as if this was his innate instinct like eating and drinking.

The three evil ghosts looked at Zhang He with fear as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

The instinct of fighting and devouring people did not let them escape. On the contrary, three long-tongued evil ghosts (now one with a short tongue) spread out and surrounded Zhang He.

They want to find opportunities to devour Zhang He again.

"Just in time to test the skills of Qingying Gloves with you." Zhang He saw three evil ghosts surrounding him and was eager to give it a try.

The power that Qingying Gloves brought to Zhang He gave him confidence. The three evil ghosts did not pose much of a threat in his eyes now.

"roar"

With a cry, the long-tongued evil spirit stuck out its tongue again and launched an attack on Zhang He.

Of course, the ghost with the severed tongue was not idle either, stretching out its sharp claws and pounced on him.

Zhang He dodged and easily avoided the attacks of the three ghosts.

The Qiman Awakening brought him more than just a simple boxing glove, his physical fitness also improved tremendously.

At this time, Zhang He didn't say that I could hit ten, but it was easy for me to hit three or five.

Seeing that they had missed, the three ghosts couldn't stop there. They immediately turned around and rushed towards Zhang He again.

"Hey, it's my turn to perform now."

"Deliberately punch!"

Zhang He's right fist glove glowed brightly, blasting out a huge blue light wave, which immediately annihilated the two long-tongued ghosts.

Only the tongue-cut ghost whose tongue was broken by Zhang He's punch was left.

The kid with the tongue cut off saw that his two companions were worse off than him, and they were annihilated in the evil man's light wave in just an instant. He finally felt scared and ran away.

"Hey~ Monster, where are you running away?"

Seeing that he could easily kill two evil spirits with one punch, Zhang He felt confident and immediately launched a pursuit of the remaining defeated soldiers.

Offensive and defensive transposition.

"Ah, I'm beating, beating, beating..."

Zhang He and the Broken Tongue Ghost fought hand to hand, punching to the flesh. After a while, the Broken Tongue Ghost was under the attack of Zhang He and killed the old master with random punches. His soul flew into the sky, no, his body scattered.

"Huhuhu." After finishing the last ghost, Zhang He collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily to regain his strength.

In fact, most of Zhang He's physical strength was not consumed in the battle with the three long-tongued evil spirits just now.

After all, his physical functions have been greatly improved before, and his physical strength is very abundant during battles.

What really made Zhang He feel exhausted was the mental impact and pressure he felt when he first saw the three long-tongued evil spirits.

After all, Zhang He was just an ordinary person before. Although he had seen the scene of the Green Shadow God instantly killing a team of five people on a rainy night before, the impact was far from the horror of facing three evil ghosts.

The difference between the two is probably as big as watching a regular movie and being immersed in a 3D movie.

"Who are you, where are you, why do you want to help me?" Zhang He asked gratefully in his mind after resting for a moment.

However, Zhang He did not receive any response.

That voice full of divine majesty did not sound again. The voice came and went without a trace, as if it had never appeared before.

Then Zhang He stood up, no longer entangled, and said: "Although I don't know who you are and why you helped me, I still want to thank you."

"If there is any need for me in the future, just ask me. I will never forget my life-saving grace."

After saying this, Zhang He did not hesitate. He summoned the Qingying Glove with his right hand and charged a blow against the endless darkness ahead.

Cyan lightning pierced the darkness, and the darkness was illuminated by light and had nowhere to hide, eventually turning into nothingness.

Just after Zhang He fought with the Long-tongued Ghost, he discovered that the glove had the effect of breaking the darkness. This endless darkness was probably a layer of illusion. With Zhang He's blow, the illusion was successfully broken.

After seeing the light again, Zhang He couldn't help but feel comfortable looking at the white clouds in the blue sky.

"Well~ wonderful air, wonderful sky, wonderful driver uncle..."

"Why is the driver lying on the ground!!!"

When Zhang He saw the unconscious driver on the ground, he quickly ran over and helped the driver up.

"Master, master, wake up quickly..." Zhang He didn't know how to wake up the unconscious person, so he could only use the most primitive method:

shake people.

As Zhang He shook wildly, the driver gradually opened his eyes.

"Young man, stop shaking, your brain will be mixed with it." When the driver woke up, he complained to Zhang He in authentic Dongcheng dialect.

"Uncle, why did you fall to the ground?" Zhang He asked happily when he saw that the driver finally woke up.

The driver scratched his head and thought about it again and again, as if he didn't remember what happened before. Then he said with an indifferent expression: "Who knows. Oh, whatever, young man, get in the car quickly, let's keep going."

Without waiting for the words to be finished, the driver opened the door and got into the car, fastened his seat belt, started the engine, and made a gesture of setting off immediately.

Seeing the driver's carefree appearance, Zhang He couldn't help but give a thumbs up and sighed: "Uncle is really a role model for our generation."

Then he jumped in the car and set off, continuing on the road to Hashen University.

Shortly after Zhang and his group left, Teacher Peter, wearing an expensive suit, appeared out of nowhere.

Looking at the scene of Zhang He's fight just now, Peter stared at the direction Zhang He left and nodded with satisfaction.

After a while, Peter's body gradually became insubstantial and disappeared into place.

There were still cars coming and going on the road, and no one noticed this scene.