"The winner is Zhao Tiehe from Sanshan City!"
The referee's announcement finally came to fruition, and almost at the same time, Zhao Tiehe's figure punching hard fell to the ground.
In fact, his injuries were much more serious than Lin Zhengli's, and his physical strength had already reached its limit. In the end, he punched purely out of willpower.
At this point he collapsed and lay on his back.
Next to him, Lin Zhengli was almost knocked into the pit with his fist and was already unconscious.
The field was devastated with gravel, broken vines, big holes, water splashes, and bloodstains.
The applause outside the stadium started just then.
It was sparse at first, because neither of the warring parties was from their hometown, but soon it exploded.
This battle was so exciting and made everyone realize the tenacity of the monks in Sanshan City.
He admired Zhao Tiehe, and then changed his view of the city behind him. Perhaps, this is what they want to prove most by fighting to the death.
They were born in a barren land, in a mountainous area where ferocious beasts roamed freely, but they were not barbarians. They had their own loves and hates, their own pursuits, and their own... honor.
"It's not easy." Ling He clapped so hard that his hands turned red. He was perhaps the only one among all the people who had never called the monks of Sanshan City contemptuously.
Because he understands the feeling of being slighted, he never looks down on others.
Zhao Rucheng only focused on another issue: "With these two fighting like this, Third Brother will win without a fight!"
Next to him, Huang Azhan had already calculated: "If you win one game with ten points of Daoxun, you can win these two games without fighting. The first-year leader of the Three Cities Forum will receive double the Daoxun reward. In total... fifty points of Daoxun. Half a pill. Pulse Opening Pill! I must treat you!"
If it weren't for Jiang Anan's presence, I'm afraid Sanfenxianglou would have spoken out.
"What is Daoxun? Is it valuable?" Jiang Anan asked curiously.
"Yes." Zhao Rucheng already knew the story of Jiang An'an making money to "pay off debts", and teased her: "A little Daoxun is more than the box of treasures you earned!"
Jiang Anan stretched her fingers and counted carefully for a while, then opened her hands wide and drew a big circle, "There are really many!"
…
After the first game of the round, there is only a short recovery time. It's not fair to Zhao Tiehe, who just went through a tough battle, but that's the rule.
After repeated questioning by the referee, Zhao Tiehe still stood unsteadily and continued to fight.
Jiang Wang stood opposite him, pressing his sword with his hand and looking intently.
"Come down." Sun Xiaoman said.
She looked like a little girl and her voice was like a little girl, but Zhao Tiehe couldn't ignore what she said.
He turned his head, looked at Sun Xiaoman and said, "I still have one life left to fight for."
His attitude was not intense, but gentle, because he was describing the facts.
Jiang Wang is by no means a weakling. He defeated Yang Xingyong head-on and was in full condition at this time.
At this moment, he really had nothing to fight for, except his life.
"Your life is very important. Sanshan City needs you very much." Sun Xiaoman said seriously: "You were allowed to fight hard before because you still had a chance. Now you are not allowed to because the chance is gone. You have accumulated a lot Resources, your life cannot be wasted.”
I don’t know which words convinced him. Zhao Tiehe turned around and staggered off the field.
Whether it was an illusion or not, the moment he turned around, Jiang Wang seemed to see a flash of tears in his eyes.
How could such a man shed tears?
Jiang Wang couldn't understand the almost paranoid care these Sanshan City monks had about winning or losing.
He had tried his best, why would he be sad that he couldn't fight to the death?
With such doubts, Jiang Wang ushered in the third game of the round - at this time, Lin Zhengli had not even woken up, and Lin Zhengren once again admitted defeat on his behalf.
In this way, Jiang Wang became the one-year leader of this three-city debate. Because both opponents would lose, it didn't seem very convincing, but...
"Whatever! If Daoxun gets it, it's real." Zhao Rucheng said.
At this time, Jiang Wang had retreated to the sidelines and became spectators along with Ling He and others.
The people of Maplewood City were very tolerant of the cultivators who brought glory to them, and even made room for Jiang Wang, who was resting.
Jiang Anan and the arrogant little girl were sitting next to each other at the front, while Jiang Wang and others were sitting in the back chatting.
The only thing that surprised Jiang Wang was that the cloud blanket sitting on the ground was not made by Zhao Rucheng, but by the old man who came here to protect the little girl Qingzhi.
This cloud blanket is extremely light in weight and extremely soft in texture. It is a beloved item that other people cannot enjoy. But Qingzhi's family took out such a large piece of mat on the ground.
Jiang Wang could only lament that in the world of rich people, one mountain is as high as the other.
Thinking that he had been born since he was a child, his family had land and a shop, so he had no worries about food and drink. Ever since I met Zhao Rucheng, I often felt like a beggar.
The hunchbacked old man looked at Jiang Wang for a few times, and suddenly said: "I didn't expect you to bring back that box of treasures. Little friend Jiang taught my sister very well."
The old man's voice was very kind, but paired with his wretched face, it was very unconvincing.
After all, Jiang Wang is not one to judge people by their appearance, so he did not hesitate in his reply: "That's right. It's just a joke among children, how can it be taken seriously?"
"The Master said: Being rich and noble through unrighteousness is like a floating cloud to me. Jiang Xiaoyou's words are quite Confucian."
In Zhuang State, I was discussing Confucian character with a Taoist disciple. The hunchbacked old man probably lost his mind when he dropped his book bag.
Jiang Wang casually made a haha and said: "The game has begun."
…
Three Cities Forum has grades for first-year students, third-year students, and fifth-year students, but the competition rules are generally the same.
Li Jianqiu and Wang Changxiang played at the same time, and the three games were played at the same time.
Jiang Wang concentrated his attention and sat back to observe the overall situation.
Li Jianqiu's opponent came from Sanshan City. This duel was still very exciting. Both sides showed extremely exquisite Taoist manipulation. You came and went, fighting for a long time. In the end, Li Jianqiu defeated his opponent with fire Taoism.
The battle between Wang Changxiang and the Wangjiangcheng monks was relatively simple. After the battle began, he first used Taoist magic to summon fog to obscure his opponent's vision. Then he calmly performs the secret and blows the tornado to sweep his opponent up into the sky.
A first-class Taoist technique like blowing the breath tornado is almost impossible to solve in this level of battle. Jiang Wang remembered that when he was in Xiaolin Town, Wang Changxiang could be sucked dry by a breath tornado, and he was also curious whether he gave up on the subsequent battle.
But after the battle, Wang Changxiang immediately took out a Dao Yuan Stone and began to absorb it...
It can be seen that the Wang family has spent a lot of money this time and is bound to win the top position among the third-year students.
But what the people of Maplewood City are most concerned about is the match of the mysterious man in black in Sanshan City.
When the black robe was untied, revealing a very happy little fat man, the people of Maplewood City who were watching all let out a sigh of regret.
In their imagination, there should be a big demon king with scars on his face inside the black robe. No matter how bad it is, he can be a little more ferocious. He just shouldn't be a soft fat guy who looks easy to bully.
But what didn't disappoint them was that this little fat guy was very strong!
The duel began, and whether it was because of the successive defeats of the previous teammates, the three-year monks from Wangjiang City were at full strength.
Leading the attack with five water cones, they also secretly ambush the wind blade between the water cones.
Then comes the ground thorn, and the final preparation is the raging wave.
The three elements of Feng Shui, Earth and Taoism are mixed together, creating a dazzling series of connections.
The little fat man from Sanshan City only did one move from beginning to end - rush.
He rushed forward mindlessly, almost rushing forward against the overwhelming Taoism.
Get in front of your opponent.
Then he raised his fist and knocked it down.
The battle is over.
The clothes on the little fat man's body were torn and had holes everywhere, but the exposed fat was still white and rosy.
The opponent has already fallen.
A circle of people were shocked.
"His physical defense is too strong!" Ling He exclaimed.
"Is he a pure martial artist?"
"No, the last punch was a stone-covering fist. He used Taoism."
"There is no such thing as Stoneskin, so why can the defense be so strong?"
After all, these people are young and not well-informed. They have been discussing for a long time and have no clue.
"It's Kunpigu, a Taoist technique that is permanently solidified." Leng Buding, the hunchbacked old man beside him who had been listening for a long time said quietly.
But he refused to say any more specific information about this Taoist technique.
