Chapter 2122 I'm sorry, I used too much strength
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Mao Zhi Sheng Xi
"Um...can your name be shorter? I'm afraid that others won't be able to remember it, and it would be a bit troublesome to shout it." A few black lines appeared on the general's forehead. In fact, as a person born as a slave, he now gives himself It was understandable for him to come up with such a unique name.
"Then keep it simple, Zhang Menglong." Zhang Menglong shrugged.
"Well, this name is much easier to pronounce. From today on, you will be my No. 6 adjutant!" General Siwatt said to a person next to him, "Go enter the information for Adjutant Zhang and apply for him directly in my name." As a senior citizen, if there is any information related to his past, all will be erased.”
"Okay General!" The man who looked like a fortress logistics officer took the order and left.
"Shall I go? No. 6? Then I'm not the sixth adjutant?" Zhang Mengyu didn't pay attention to the second half of the content, and focused all his attention on the No. 6 adjutant.
Zhang Menglong originally planned to leave here quickly to find his elders in his family, but then he thought, maybe it would be good to briefly understand the basic situation of this world first.
As the military is the most important force in a country, he will definitely be able to access some intelligence more easily, so he has changed his mind now and plans to hang out here for a while.
"Thank you, General, for the reward." Zhang Mengyu also knew very well how he needed to behave at this time. Although he was a sixth grader, it sounded like his status on this battlefield should still be very good.
"Well," the general nodded with satisfaction, "I have been leading troops in wars for hundreds of years, and this is the first time I have seen a transcendent among slaves. You are simply a miracle."
It is very unusual for slaves to occasionally have a few beginners. At least in the history of the Mansha Kingdom, there has not been any history of a person born as a slave becoming a transcendent.
The current Transcendents are either children from famous families or battle-hardened warriors. Most of the slaves have become the dead souls of war after one or two small-scale battles on the battlefield.
Zhang Menglong didn't say anything, he just smiled and said nothing.
"Hazy, when did you discover that you have such power?" Siwatt asked curiously.
"I don't know about this," Zhang Menglong made up. "When I was on the battlefield today, I was suddenly knocked unconscious by a force. When I woke up, I found that I had an incredible power in my body."
"Oh?" Siwatt's expression became even more curious, "The potential in your body is suddenly stimulated and you have such control ability. This means that your soul level is very high, at least a second-grade soul. I don't know if it is possible. Reached the third level!"
In Siwatt's eyesight, the current Zhang Mengyu is like a piece of jade. As a transcendent, he is only a second-grade soul.
It is also a very long process for him to become familiar with his own power, and it is impossible to achieve it overnight.
Not only did Zhang Mengyu master this power in a short period of time, but he was also able to use it to such an extent, especially the pair of energy wings, that even he was ashamed of.
According to Zhang Mengyu's slave origin, it is absolutely impossible for him to have received any decent training before, so there is only one explanation, that is, his soul level is different from ordinary people, so he can be so talented.
If the kingdom can have a person with a third-level soul level, then soon, maybe they will have a third-level transcendent or even a fourth-level transcendent.
Thinking of this, Siwatt looked at Zhang's hazy expression and became more appreciative. "General Siwatt, I heard that a transcendent emerged from our slave camp?" Just as the general and Zhang Menglong were chatting happily, a strong man walked into the training ground. His voice was very loud, even in the "Slave" The two words are a little more emphasised.
Zhang Menglong frowned. He had rich experience in showing off and could immediately tell that the owner of this voice was probably looking for trouble.
"Hazy, let me introduce to you. This is my second lieutenant, Persia Gang," General Siwatt introduced. "His grandfather is also a battle-hardened warrior and a second-level transcendent. Now his grandfather is older. Now, if you send him to me for a few years of training, maybe it won’t take too long for him to be able to stand on his own."
"Bos Gang, his name is Zhang Mengyu. From now on, you must cooperate with each other. We will win this war as soon as possible."
The lieutenant named Bosigang obviously didn't take Zhang Mengyu seriously, "General, I heard that you have made him the sixth lieutenant. Isn't it inappropriate for a man who was born as a slave?"
"Hey, no one can choose such a thing as birth. Those who can contribute to the country only look at ability, not rebirth," Siwat said. "And the hazy strength is very powerful. I'm afraid the soul level may be level three."
"Third-grade soul level? Is he the only one?" Bosigang was obviously not very convinced. After being from a famous family, he was only a second-grade elementary soul level. If he was worse than a slave, wouldn't it be a joke to tell him.
"Vice General Zhang, I heard that you just showed off your prowess on the battlefield, and I'm a little itchy. How about we compare notes?" Post suggested.
"Isn't this not good?" Siwat can become a general, so he is certainly not a fool. This Persian has great talent and background, but he is arrogant and cannot tolerate sand in his eyes.
No matter how talented Zhang Mengyu is, he has only just awakened his power. How can he be a match for the well-trained Bosigang?
"General, since Lieutenant General Persia wants to compare notes, let's compare notes. It will also allow me to understand the gap between me, a slave-born person, and these famous generals." Zhang Mengyu also said in a strange way.
"This..." Now that Zhang Menglong took the initiative to accept the challenge, Siwatt didn't know what to say, "In this case, you two will stop at nothing, especially you, Bosigang, and don't strike lightly. "
"I know General Siwatt!" Persia just looked at Zhang Mengyu and licked his lips, "Come on, you take the first move, let me see how powerful the so-called third-grade soul transcender is."
"Then please be careful, Lieutenant General Bosi," Zhang Mengyu said, "I have been a slave since I was a child. I often do heavy work, so I am relatively strong."
"Hahaha, it just so happens. I am born with some strength, so you can come on."
"Then I'm not welcome!" Zhang Mengyu suddenly exerted force, and the unexpected speed caused Bosigang's pupils to suddenly dilate. His eyes couldn't keep up with Zhang Mengyu's speed!
When he saw Zhang Menglong clearly again, Zhang Menglong had appeared on his side and kicked towards his waist.
Persia quickly used his arms to block, but a huge force came from him. He didn't even react, and his body flew out like a kite with a broken string.
"Boom!" He flew into the crowd of spectators, knocking down a group of people like a bowling ball.
"Ah, I'm sorry, I used a little too much strength. Lieutenant General Bosi Gang, are you okay?" (End of Chapter)
"Then keep it simple, Zhang Menglong." Zhang Menglong shrugged.
"Well, this name is much easier to pronounce. From today on, you will be my No. 6 adjutant!" General Siwatt said to a person next to him, "Go enter the information for Adjutant Zhang and apply for him directly in my name." As a senior citizen, if there is any information related to his past, all will be erased.”
"Okay General!" The man who looked like a fortress logistics officer took the order and left.
"Shall I go? No. 6? Then I'm not the sixth adjutant?" Zhang Mengyu didn't pay attention to the second half of the content, and focused all his attention on the No. 6 adjutant.
Zhang Menglong originally planned to leave here quickly to find his elders in his family, but then he thought, maybe it would be good to briefly understand the basic situation of this world first.
As the military is the most important force in a country, he will definitely be able to access some intelligence more easily, so he has changed his mind now and plans to hang out here for a while.
"Thank you, General, for the reward." Zhang Mengyu also knew very well how he needed to behave at this time. Although he was a sixth grader, it sounded like his status on this battlefield should still be very good.
"Well," the general nodded with satisfaction, "I have been leading troops in wars for hundreds of years, and this is the first time I have seen a transcendent among slaves. You are simply a miracle."
It is very unusual for slaves to occasionally have a few beginners. At least in the history of the Mansha Kingdom, there has not been any history of a person born as a slave becoming a transcendent.
The current Transcendents are either children from famous families or battle-hardened warriors. Most of the slaves have become the dead souls of war after one or two small-scale battles on the battlefield.
Zhang Menglong didn't say anything, he just smiled and said nothing.
"Hazy, when did you discover that you have such power?" Siwatt asked curiously.
"I don't know about this," Zhang Menglong made up. "When I was on the battlefield today, I was suddenly knocked unconscious by a force. When I woke up, I found that I had an incredible power in my body."
"Oh?" Siwatt's expression became even more curious, "The potential in your body is suddenly stimulated and you have such control ability. This means that your soul level is very high, at least a second-grade soul. I don't know if it is possible. Reached the third level!"
In Siwatt's eyesight, the current Zhang Mengyu is like a piece of jade. As a transcendent, he is only a second-grade soul.
It is also a very long process for him to become familiar with his own power, and it is impossible to achieve it overnight.
Not only did Zhang Mengyu master this power in a short period of time, but he was also able to use it to such an extent, especially the pair of energy wings, that even he was ashamed of.
According to Zhang Mengyu's slave origin, it is absolutely impossible for him to have received any decent training before, so there is only one explanation, that is, his soul level is different from ordinary people, so he can be so talented.
If the kingdom can have a person with a third-level soul level, then soon, maybe they will have a third-level transcendent or even a fourth-level transcendent.
Thinking of this, Siwatt looked at Zhang's hazy expression and became more appreciative. "General Siwatt, I heard that a transcendent emerged from our slave camp?" Just as the general and Zhang Menglong were chatting happily, a strong man walked into the training ground. His voice was very loud, even in the "Slave" The two words are a little more emphasised.
Zhang Menglong frowned. He had rich experience in showing off and could immediately tell that the owner of this voice was probably looking for trouble.
"Hazy, let me introduce to you. This is my second lieutenant, Persia Gang," General Siwatt introduced. "His grandfather is also a battle-hardened warrior and a second-level transcendent. Now his grandfather is older. Now, if you send him to me for a few years of training, maybe it won’t take too long for him to be able to stand on his own."
"Bos Gang, his name is Zhang Mengyu. From now on, you must cooperate with each other. We will win this war as soon as possible."
The lieutenant named Bosigang obviously didn't take Zhang Mengyu seriously, "General, I heard that you have made him the sixth lieutenant. Isn't it inappropriate for a man who was born as a slave?"
"Hey, no one can choose such a thing as birth. Those who can contribute to the country only look at ability, not rebirth," Siwat said. "And the hazy strength is very powerful. I'm afraid the soul level may be level three."
"Third-grade soul level? Is he the only one?" Bosigang was obviously not very convinced. After being from a famous family, he was only a second-grade elementary soul level. If he was worse than a slave, wouldn't it be a joke to tell him.
"Vice General Zhang, I heard that you just showed off your prowess on the battlefield, and I'm a little itchy. How about we compare notes?" Post suggested.
"Isn't this not good?" Siwat can become a general, so he is certainly not a fool. This Persian has great talent and background, but he is arrogant and cannot tolerate sand in his eyes.
No matter how talented Zhang Mengyu is, he has only just awakened his power. How can he be a match for the well-trained Bosigang?
"General, since Lieutenant General Persia wants to compare notes, let's compare notes. It will also allow me to understand the gap between me, a slave-born person, and these famous generals." Zhang Mengyu also said in a strange way.
"This..." Now that Zhang Menglong took the initiative to accept the challenge, Siwatt didn't know what to say, "In this case, you two will stop at nothing, especially you, Bosigang, and don't strike lightly. "
"I know General Siwatt!" Persia just looked at Zhang Mengyu and licked his lips, "Come on, you take the first move, let me see how powerful the so-called third-grade soul transcender is."
"Then please be careful, Lieutenant General Bosi," Zhang Mengyu said, "I have been a slave since I was a child. I often do heavy work, so I am relatively strong."
"Hahaha, it just so happens. I am born with some strength, so you can come on."
"Then I'm not welcome!" Zhang Mengyu suddenly exerted force, and the unexpected speed caused Bosigang's pupils to suddenly dilate. His eyes couldn't keep up with Zhang Mengyu's speed!
When he saw Zhang Menglong clearly again, Zhang Menglong had appeared on his side and kicked towards his waist.
Persia quickly used his arms to block, but a huge force came from him. He didn't even react, and his body flew out like a kite with a broken string.
"Boom!" He flew into the crowd of spectators, knocking down a group of people like a bowling ball.
"Ah, I'm sorry, I used a little too much strength. Lieutenant General Bosi Gang, are you okay?" (End of Chapter)
