As the game progressed, the atmosphere in the school square became more and more intense. Not long after, Si Wulu’s debut came.
Amid the cheers of many students and the expectant looks of classmates from Class 17, the ghost girl and Xiao Yu'er, Si Wulu slowly stepped onto the ring.
The first time he stood on the stage, the first time he became the center of attention, the first time he was surrounded by cheers, Si Wulu still felt a little nervous. Si Wulu calmed down and took a deep breath.
At a relatively peripheral position in the square, Bai Qingxue looked surprised, opened her mouth, and stared at Si Wulu on the stage, as if she had seen a ghost.
"Qingxue, the classmate on the stage seems to be from your hometown. I heard that my third cousin likes him very much. He is also very close to my cousin on weekdays. If I have a chance, I will introduce him to you. "A young man in luxurious clothes next to him was playing with a paper fan and said with an adoring look on his face.
But when he looked at Si Wulu on the stage, there was always a trace of envy in his eyes. As a young master from a medical family, powerful force has always been something he desires but cannot reach.
"No need." Bai Qingxue waved her hand and replied irritably.
"Junior, relax. It's your first time to compete in the ring. You will be a little nervous. If you treat them as humanoid cabbages, you won't be nervous." A tall classmate stood opposite Si Wu Lu, seeming to think that Si Wu Lu was very nervous and spoke to comfort him.
"I will be merciful. Huang Feihu, please ask me for advice!" The tall classmate held his sword and continued.
Si Wulu looked at his opponent carefully, and saw that his opponent had a muscular figure, a pair of particularly eye-catching thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he was holding a long sword common in the Dahuang army in his hand.
Si Wulu, who originally thought of a quick victory, suddenly changed his mind and decided to give him a chance to show himself in the ring. So when faced with the stabbing sword that was full of flaws, Si Wulu instantly had dozens of ways to defeat it, but Si Wulu still chose to dodge aside.
When the classmate saw this, he immediately struck with his sword. Siwu Lu moved and moved out again. Seeing that Si Wulu was just dodging, the tall classmate no longer held back and attacked Si Wulu with all his strength. As the battle progressed, the classmate's offensive became more and more fierce. Every attack with his sword brought up a gust of wind. Si Wulu could even hear the sharp sound of wind breaking through the air.
It's a pity that his opponent is Si Wulu. Whenever an attack is coming, Si Wulu can always detect it in advance and avoid it at the last moment. Even the corner of his clothes is not touched.
At this time, Si Wulu, relying on his foundation far superior to his peers, was erratic in the field. As he moved around, the afterimage of the lord was pulled out. The speed was so fast that everyone seemed to see several Si Wulu in the ring at the same time. General.
I don’t know how long it took, but after the tall classmate changed his sword skills several times, and when everyone was drowsy, the classmate finally ran out of energy and almost collapsed from exhaustion. At this time, he was holding the sword in both hands to support his body, sweating like rain, and gasping for air.
Si Wulu, who was a few steps away, quickly ducked behind him, pushed lightly with his hands, and then fell out of the ring.
Of course, Si Wulu won.
"Is it finally over?" Someone in the audience was already in tears.
This competition was so boring that it made everyone present feel sleepy. If it weren't for the school's regulations, there might be people in the audience who couldn't help but use the ring to help them fight.
"This year's popular seeded players have all been eliminated early. This year's competition is far less exciting than before." Some students sighed.
Soon after, as the horn sounded in the square, Si Wulu ushered in his second opponent. This is also an opponent with a sword.
The sword is known as the king of weapons, and it is a symbol of status in the wilderness. Many nobles are masters of swords. Moreover, General Lin Xiao is also a famous swordsman, so much so that nearly half of the ability users in the Imperial Military Academy use swords as weapons.
"You are very good at hiding. It's a pity that you met me." The opponent in front of me said with an arrogant look.
Ye Zilin never thought about going to the stage to compete in the school's annual competition. You must know that this honor has always been unique to the top geniuses of the Imperial Military Academy. Who would have thought that these top geniuses would be eliminated early.
At this time, he defeated his opponent in just ten moves. He was in high spirits. At this moment, his mind was full of beautiful images of the ten beauties of the Imperial Military Academy throwing themselves into his arms one after another.
Si Wulu lowered his eyes and stood quietly, like a statue.
At this time, as the low horn sound sounded again, it was the sound of the start of the competition.
Si Wulu grasped the handle of the sword with both hands, his eyes suddenly opened, and the energy around his body surged, and he rushed forward like lightning. This was the "Iai" in Mo Dao's sword technique.
Ye Zilin had already taken a stance and was about to attack Si Wulu's legs before Si Wulu could dodge. At this time, he was shocked to see a white sword light reaching his throat. In a panic, Ye Zilin drew his knife to block.
At the moment of the fight, Ye Zilin felt an unparalleled force that directly shook the sword in his hand, and then felt a chill in his throat.
"Is this what death feels like?" Ye Zilin opened his eyes wide in disbelief.
For a long time, Ye Zilin looked at the opponent in front of him and frowned, and then he came back to his senses. It turned out that the opponent just put the knife on his neck and hurriedly shouted: "I surrender, please don't kill me." For fear of being slow to speak. If you break up your opponent, he will strike like a killer.
The opponent in front of him immediately sheathed his sword after hearing this. Ye Zilin, who experienced the feeling of death for the first time, suddenly felt weak and fell to the ground. I vaguely seemed to hear someone saying, It's so useless, I was so scared that I peed.
Ye Zilin unconsciously touched his pants and they were all wet.
In the afternoon, Si Wu Lu ushered in the third competition. Si Wulu slowly walked to the ring and waited quietly for his opponent.
After a while, the opponent still hadn't appeared, and Si Wulu felt something was wrong. As the horn sounded again, at this time, a student ran from a distance. Regardless of everyone's gaze, he ran next to the teacher on the ring and whispered a few words in his ear.
After hearing this, the teacher's expression changed drastically and he asked, "Are you really giving up?"
The student glanced at Si Wulu and nodded heavily.
Immediately afterwards, the teacher walked forward and said loudly to the people in the audience: "Student Chen Xiaobing was too seriously injured in the morning competition and was still unable to stand after treatment by the school doctor, so he gave up the competition. Now I declare that Student Si Wulu is the winner."
The audience was in an uproar.
Sometimes luck is also a kind of strength. In this way, Si Wulu broke into the finals.
At dusk, Si Wulu ushered in his last opponent. This is a young man dressed in exquisite red armor. He is seen wearing a long sword inlaid with various precious gems on his waist, slowly climbing onto the ring.
Being able to enjoy such privileges in public in the school's annual competition shows that he has an extraordinary background.
Compared with Si Wulu, who was wearing a school uniform, he was like a precious domestic pet cat or a free-range wild cat. His temperament came out immediately.
The armored young man stood in front of Si Wulu, looked at Si Wulu up and down with a haughty expression, and then said coldly: "You surrender and step down, I will guarantee that you will be rich and prosperous for the rest of your life."
The teacher next to him had an indifferent expression, as if he was used to it.
Si Wulu lowered his eyes, holding the scabbard at his waist with one hand, and stood quietly in the ring, as if he didn't hear what the young man said at all.
"Asshole, I will let you know why the flowers are so red later when the competition starts. Get out of here and avoid dirtying my sword." Seeing that Si Wulu was unmoved, the young man in armor suddenly became angry and said .
But Si Wulu remained motionless, as quiet as a statue, quietly waiting for the sound of the horn.
The horn of decisive battle sounded leisurely.
The young man in armor drew out his sword, raised it high above his head, shouted and rushed towards Si Wulu. Looking at the sword that opened the middle door, Si Wulu raised his foot without thinking, kicked it to the chest, and went straight to the middle.
The armored young man rushed over and bumped directly into Si Wulu's feet without any accident. Si Wulu kicked the opponent hard in the stomach and kicked him out in the air. The young man in armor was like a kite with its string broken, falling hard to the edge of the ring, and the precious sword also fell under the ring.
This young man in armor had obviously never encountered such a battle before, and he burst into tears in front of everyone.
Si Wulu was stunned on the spot. After a while, he asked cautiously: "Classmate, are you still fighting?"
After receiving a solid kick from Si Wu Lu, the young man in armor lay on the ground, holding his belly and crying loudly, showing no intention of continuing to fight.
Seeing this, the teacher stepped onto the ring and took the opportunity to announce that Si Wu Lu was the winner.
The audience suddenly booed. No one thought that the highly anticipated annual school competition would end so hastily.
"This year's school competition is really rubbish. It has simply brought discredit to the Imperial Military Academy." Everyone in the audience shook their heads after looking at it.
"I would like to call this school competition the worst in history." Someone mocked.
