"That little guy is very laid-back."
In the preparation room of Hurricane Academy, Ji Qiong, a student from the third training department of the Comprehensive Combat Academy, snorted coldly, his face covered with a sinister look.
"It's a pity that he is an observation student and there is no battle arranged. Otherwise, Junior Lu could have fought with the opponent twice." Bu Chengyue, who had completed the battle yesterday, said calmly.
"It's indeed a pity." Lu Ze nodded.
Bu Chengyue raised his eyebrows, obviously not expecting Lu Ze to respond to him. Just when he was about to speak, Lu Ze spoke again unhurriedly.
"Observers can also compete, they just need to occupy a quota."
Leng Gaoyi, who was leaning aside with his arms folded, suddenly smiled, "But no one will give you a spot. Listen to the seniors and watch the battle carefully."
Lu Ze said nothing more and smiled, but he was facing the opponent's lineup.
Luo Xiasheng was holding the lollipop with relish and had no reaction to Lu Ze's smile.
He likes to watch circuses, but that doesn't mean he has to respond to the clowns in the circus.
Lu Ze's reaction was nothing special as he expected.
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"After a night's rest, you can see that the students on both sides are in very high spirits. This makes me look forward to today's game even more!"
"I hope the players from both sides can give a wonderful battle again today."
"The ninth match will proceed - the fighting match, Hurricane Academy [Ji Qiong] versus Sauron Academy [Mark Davidson]!
Ji Qiong, who had just ridiculed Luo Xiasheng, heard his name, stretched his neck and stood up from where he was.
"Ji Qiong, be careful." Song Shanming, who finally managed to attend after a whole night of treatment, looked solemn.
"I'm not you." Ji Qiong said coldly.
"You!" Song Shanming's face turned red. Yesterday, under the watchful eyes of hundreds of lecturers in the college, he completely lost to a petite girl. This was a lifelong shame for him.
"Hmph, look carefully at how I win."
Ji Qiong is proud, and his pride has made him have few friends in the past three years.
In his world, there are only victories and strong ones. Song Shanming's clumsy and stupid super power is better not to be shown. Hurricane Academy's super power debut was beaten by a girl.
If yesterday's last battle hadn't been a flashy information war, the subsequent morale would have collapsed due to Song Shanming.
He Ji Qiong didn't want to compare with anyone in the team. He only had one purpose in playing today -
win!
The Hurricanes Academy victory needs to be consolidated and expanded upon.
He has a plan and is bound to do it.
"Please wear protective gear."
"Students on both sides can choose to use weapons for training, or they can fight with fists and kicks. Please do not use fatal moves. The referee has the right to stop it when necessary."
After the commentator finished speaking, he immediately announced the start.
Ji Qiong casually grasped the top of a long stick on the weapon rack and slowly drew it out as he moved forward.
Turning his wrist, a sharp stick flower appeared.
"It's very light. Don't worry about hurting you." Ji Qiong looked at Mark Davidson and said casually.
This sound was broadcast live to both audiences at the same time, causing an uproar on the Solon Academy side.
On the distant moon, the young student audience suddenly couldn't sit still and began to send their most sincere greetings in the elegant language of the upper class.
Mark Davidson is a boy with short silver braids, a handsome face and a body like a male model. After hearing Ji Qiong's words, he opened his eyes curiously.
The audience outside the live broadcast gradually became quiet, and they could see that Mark wanted to speak.
"If it's true, that's great." Mark smiled brightly.
This time, it was the Hurricane Academy audience's turn to burst into an uproar.
This guy named Mark is so crazy.
In the preparation area, Henry Zhang, who was pressing his legs to warm up, frowned slightly, "The opponent's attitude is more relaxed than yesterday."
As soon as he finished speaking to himself, there was a slight cry from the scene.
Because Mark randomly pulled out a pair of nunchucks. Just when people thought he was going to use the nunchucks, Mark twisted it lightly.
Snapped!
The titanium alloy chain exploded with a ball of sparks and broke from it.
Mark looked at the 30cm long short stick in front of him with satisfaction and weighed it.
"bring it on!"
Ji Qiong's aura that had the upper hand was instantly shattered.
"I'll satisfy you." Ji Qiong shook his hands, the shadow of the long stick split into three, and the air waves around his body surged.
He is a highly accomplished practitioner of the "Tian Qiong Xuan Wu Stick"!
Ji Qiong, who holds a long stick, is a terrifying existence that can sweep all the way alone in his off-campus training.
Starting pose - Purple Qi is coming from the east!
The long stick bent and was raised suddenly, and in an instant the air in front of him collapsed into mist.
The first move - a stick of incense toward the sky!
As soon as the stick was lifted up, the air above the head visible to the naked eye was steaming and twisting, and the long stick was emitting a blazing heat.
Mark was holding the 30cm short stick, like a traffic police commander, watching motionlessly as the long stick was coming.
Just when everyone was on tenterhooks, Mark's arm suddenly flashed, and the short stick disappeared in an instant.
Buzz——
A shock wave suddenly surged.
"ah!"
When the shock wave dissipated and the audience could clearly see the situation inside the venue, some people couldn't help but stood up without a sound.
Mark actually used a 30cm short stick to block Ji Qiong's long stick, which was called Qinglong Water!
"That's all." Mark said casually, raising and lifting his wrist.
The long stick was violently swung away.
At the edge of the field, Xiao Yang looked solemnly and suddenly said: "The opponent's dynamic vision completely suppressed Ji Qiong, Ji Qiong has lost."
Looking at the field again, the relaxed look on Ji Qiong's face disappeared and he began to attack at his own pace.
However, as Henry Zhang said, Mark, who has an auxiliary chip, opens up dynamic vision.
No matter how Ji Qiong's "Tian Qiong Xuanwu Stick" changes, Mark can accurately intercept it with a short stick.
Ji Qiong's initial inevitability had completely disappeared, and sweat began to appear on his forehead. At first, he continued to attack with routines without believing in evil, and then began to change his moves. In the end, even the audience with average martial arts skills could see that he was breaking out. .
However, when Ji Qiong turned around and touched the ground with his long stick, preparing to take advantage of the situation to make a backhand swing, a black shadow fell from the sky, stepped on the tip of the stick, and held down the long stick without moving.
"In 246 seconds, you hit a total of 1,933 sticks. It was a wonderful performance."
Mark looked at Ji Qiong with a smile and said a nerve-wracking and precise number.
"But I've seen enough."
After the words fell, Mark intertwined his five fingers, flicked his index and middle fingers slightly, and shot out the short stick in his hand like a bullet.
Ji Qiong ducked sideways, and just as he was about to retort verbally, he suddenly felt a huge crisis coming.
"Can you dodge?" Mark laughed softly, and his figure appeared directly on the side of Ji Qiong, catching up with the shot stick.
There was a gentle movement of taking off the short stick, turning around, and giving it a sharp blow!
boom!
Ji Qiong's left shoulder slumped and he fell instantly.
At this moment, Mark was completely ferocious.
"I will only give you 193 sticks in return."
