In the fitness center, as more than fifty minutes passed slowly, the individual fighting competition came to an end, with only the last two groups of students left to participate.
Throughout the entire competition, except for two students from the normal training system who unexpectedly defeated their opponents, the base students were generally at a disadvantage.
The score between the two sides has reached 11:7.
The Russian team won eleven players, all of whom were top-notch in talent.
There are seven winners from our side. Except for Luo Fei and Zhou Hai, who has not yet participated in the competition, the other four top-talented pilot students all won. One student with outstanding talent and two students with normal system.
"boom!"
On the ring, a Russian student wearing protective gear and exuding a tough aura punched his own student's chest, pouring huge kinetic energy into his body.
The student from Base 38 who was fighting staggered and took a few steps back.
"Bit!" Under the arena, the countdown to the game reached zero.
The base officer in charge of the referee, with complicated eyes and a slight sadness in his heart, announced the result of the game: "The game is over. No. 37 scored 9 points and won. No. 39 and No. 40 took the field."
Next to him, the Russian officer who also served as the referee repeated this sentence.
The score between the two sides has reached 12:7.
In the individual fighting competition, only the last group remains.
"It's your turn, brother." The victorious Li Guanfeng came to Zhou Hai, holding a set of armor in his hand and encouraging him with a serious face.
After taking the armor, Zhou Hai nodded without saying a word and put it on silently.
"ah!"
The Russian student with the number 39 on his chest climbed onto the ring, swayed around, slapped his chest with both hands, roared to the surroundings, and finally raised his right hand high: "Ula!"
"Ula!"
"Ula!"
"Ula!"
Suddenly, a roar like a tidal wave erupted in the gym, and the Russian students roared in unison, which shocked the hearts of the people.
Off the field, the expressions of many of our own students changed.
"No. 40, come on!" Li Guanfeng raised his head slightly and roared loudly.
"No. 40, come on!"
"No. 40, come on!"
The roar of encouragement belonging to our own side rang out, and it was no different from the momentum of the Russian students.
"Victory belongs to us!" Russian student No. 39 hammered his chest with both fists, looking provocative towards Zhou Hai like a gorilla on the screen.
Hearing this man's provocative tone, Zhou Hai wanted to speak, but the content of Li Fu's teachings came to his mind - stay out of the limelight.
The clenched fists slowly loosened, and the words of counterattack that were thought in his mind disappeared, leaving everything speechless.
Calm, indifferent.
"Hello."
Zhou Hai entered the ring in the normal way, showed a polite smile and greeted the Russian student No. 39 in front of him.
Treat your friends as warmly as spring.
"Hello."
Seeing Zhou Hai being so polite, the Russian student No. 39 was stunned. The provocative look on his face gradually faded away. He took a deep breath and retorted.
Zhou Hai smiled at the Russian student: "I want to win this game. My master wants me to win. I'm sorry."
"Win? Victory belongs to me..." The Russian student reacted and immediately increased his momentum.
"Are you ready?" the base officer and the Russian officer cross-examined Zhou Hai and No. 39.
With his eyes as eternal as the stars, Zhou Hai nodded: "Ready."
"No problem." Russian students responded loudly.
"Okay, let's start the game." After getting the player's reply, the two officers gave the instructions to start the game at the same time.
Off the court, the digital timer counts down.
Without any hesitation, Zhou Hai followed a regular fighting pace without doing any fancy things. He approached student No. 39 neither quickly nor slowly and punched with his right hand.
Student No. 39 was stunned when he saw this scene and quickly backed away.
Is this not going according to the routine?
How come you come right up and start a fight?
Don't you need to observe your opponent?
"boom!"
Just when student No. 39 was about to retreat, his right fist accelerated strangely and landed directly on his chest, making a sound.
A slight sense of power was transmitted to No. 39 through the protective clothing.
"Huh?" Student No. 39 was stunned for a moment by the concentrated punch, a little confused, but did not hesitate and immediately prepared to fight back.
This guy is not as powerful as me!
"One point!" The base officer suddenly became excited and recorded the score.
"Whoosh!" His eyes were fixed on Zhou Hai's chest, he clenched his right hand into a fist, gathered strength, and blasted out violently, accumulating a fierce fist wind.
This punch was very powerful.
Zhou Hai's face was calm, and he easily dodged this extremely fast fist. His hands were like pear blossom needles in a rainstorm, and he swung them quickly, pointing directly at No. 39's chest.
attack.
Attacks continued like a tidal wave.
"Bang bang bang!" In an instant, just as student No. 39 was shaking his fists, Zhou Hai had already punched several times with both fists.
Not too much, not too fast, because the referee will be blinded.
When the base officer saw this scene, he said excitedly: "Five points!"
Five points for one attack, plus the initial punch, for a total of six points.
After gaining the points advantage, Zhou Hai did not continue to attack, but fell into a struggle with No. 39, waiting for the countdown to end.
Now, for No. 39, things are a little weird.
No matter how he waved his fist, he could not hit Zhou Hai. The guy in front of him was as flexible as a monkey.
one cent!
Not even one effective score was scored.
"Beep!" Soon after, the countdown reached zero and the game was over.
"The game is over, No. 40 wins, the Russian team has 12 points and our team has 8 points." The base officer showed excitement and loudly announced the results of the game.
The Russian officer, who looked a little unhappy, glared at No. 39, and then reluctantly announced the result of the game.
Like a noble and elegant gentleman, Zhou Hai retracted his fist and smiled at Russian student No. 39: "Thank you for your humility."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
"Roar!"
The students on the base side immediately cheered.
At the last moment, No. 40 got them a point.
"I..." No. 39 was in a state of confusion. He looked at Zhou Hai who was leaving, and then at his own team who fell into silence. He was a little at a loss.
Li Fu looked at Zhou Hai who had won and breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, this kid is not angry with me."
"Old squad leader, what did you say?" Fan Erqing, who was standing next to him, was a little confused.
"Get lost." Li Fu said unceremoniously.
The words fell and he left.
Fan Erqing was a little stunned: "I..."
"Is his condition back again?" Student Jin Diao looked gloomy, thinking back to Zhou Hai's performance on the ring just now, thinking silently.
At the end of the individual fighting competition, the final candidates for the next free air combat session were decided - 12 people from the Russian side and 8 people from our own side.
The first day of competition came to an end.
In the evening, the contestants from both sides had their meals separately, returned to their dormitories, and began to discuss tactics and think about how to fight tomorrow's free air battle.
