At Qiuzhen Academy, the twenty-odd young people wearing red and white uniforms smiled, their faces relaxed.
"Don't worry, Xiao Yuan."
Lan Hu opened a bottle of soda water, sat leisurely on his seat, and spoke carelessly.
The preparation table was filled with laughter.
No one thought it was a challenge. Vice President Xiao's words were not a request, but he was clearly trying to relax everyone's mood.
The super power of Lake Elan...
Enough to sweep all the venues in this year's National College League.
Shencheng, the first fortress in the Far East.
It is the first stage on the road to glory of Qiuzhen Academy!
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At the same time, Wu Wenlie also walked to the preparation table before the game started and gave pre-match encouragement to all the players of the Hurricane Academy.
The content is only one sentence.
"In this competition, you can play whatever you want. Lao... Wu believes in you!" Wu Wenlie almost said, "I believe in you. Fortunately, he changed quickly enough."
These words moved everyone beyond measure.
As expected of the Hurricane Pillar, the most powerful man in the academy, the king of martial arts - Vice President Wu Wenlie!
He actually trusted them so much!
This is recognition from the King of Martial Arts.
Even Wu Zhuan put away his petty thoughts, patted his chest and promised to give full play, and would not end the game until the opponent was half-dead.
Wu Wenlie smiled and finally glanced at Lu Ze, who was looking blankly at the stands, from the corner of his eye.
This year is the first year for super powers to join the National College League. It is a veritable battle of super powers. The rules of the competition are extremely rough wheel battles.
Therefore, a passionate scene wearing N is bound to be staged.
It's other people's business to criticize other people's opinions. Anyway, someone in my team has a plug-in.
"The game is about to begin. Wu signed for you to lead the charge. If you have enough to defeat five people, come down by yourself."
Wu Wenlie was in a good mood and patted Wu Sian, who was the most active.
If you are in a good mood, you will be pleased with everyone.
Wu Xuan has an idol face, and his acupuncture skills are very sexy, which is perfect for gaining popularity.
"Dean Wu, if necessary, I can pierce 20 people on the other side."
Wu Xuan smiled evilly, and his raised eyebrows were extremely heroic.
"I said five, it's five, you kid, don't talk nonsense."
Wu Wenlie slapped Wu Shou with his big palm-like hand, and said with a smile: "Come on."
All the team members were immediately amused. Wu Zhuan felt extremely honored to be slapped by Wu Wenlie like this. He stopped mentioning the matter of tying 20 people. He let out a breath and blew up the bangs on his forehead.
With his hands in his pockets, he took to the field like a pop idol.
The huge Shanghai Stadium is divided into 20 small venues.
Wu Xian entered the No. 1 arena.
The opponent comes from a B-level college - [Tianhai College], and he is a brother with a shaved head.
With his shiny bald head and lean muscles, he is instantly reminiscent of a Shaolin monk.
It's just that bald head that made Qin Guang, who was just 20 years old, look four or five years older out of thin air. He thought he was an old senior competing in the competition.
One is tall and handsome, the other has a reflective forehead.
This sharp contrast instantly attracted the attention of nearby viewers.
But after everyone's eyes stayed on Qin Guang for a short time, they all fell on the handsome Wu Juan.
"Wucao, so handsome?" a boy said sourly, "Who gave him the courage to go up there without wearing armor?"
"Wow, so handsome!" This is the exclaim of a large number of girls.
The atmosphere was instantly warm.
The cheers started directly from here and filled the whole place.
Wu Hua enjoyed reaching the top in the eyes of everyone, watching the audience stretch out their hands, as if a star was standing on this unique stage, enjoying the cheers of thousands of people.
Qin Guang took a deep breath and looked at his opponent solemnly.
The words "Hurricane Academy" gave him great pressure.
But when he thought of his super power, the pressure in his heart gradually disappeared, and fighting spirit surged in his eyes.
Yes, this is not a martial arts competition.
I didn’t compete based on martial arts!
[If it comes to super powers, why should I, Qin Guang, be afraid of you! 】
Qin Guang's scowl was like an angry King Kong.
His hands suddenly joined together and he let out a loud roar.
Roaring like a Buddhist lion, his body glowed with golden light. Everyone around him and the coach were stunned. They finally understood why Qin Guang gave up the 2000 defense uniform provided by the competition.
Because Qin Guang's whole body was completely metalized at this moment.
Not only the skin, but also the eyes and eyebrows turned copper color.
Many people in the audience uttered foul language.
"Fuck, Buddha."
"You idiot, this is a fucking Arhat."
"...This is the material manipulation superpower, big brother." A thin audience member explained weakly, but was quickly drowned out by cheers.
Twenty arenas flashed with colorful lights at the same time.
Only then did the 80,000 spectators fully understand——
This is actually a battle of superpowers!
This idea made their scalps numb with shock, and everyone couldn't hold back their inner excitement and shouted wildly.
"Brother Luohan, come on!"
"Come on, handsome guy!"
One after another shouts surrounded the surroundings.
After Qin Guang became metallized, his heart seemed to turn into metal, and all the previous emotions disappeared.
The combination of his martial arts training and his body of copper and iron gave Mo Dang courage. His fists collided again, and the heavy sound of gold and iron clashing spread to all around.
Stomping the ground with his big feet, Qin Guang roared like thunder and ran forward.
"You can't hit me!"
The golden body rushed towards Wu Zhuan fiercely.
At this moment, Wu Zhuan actually glanced at the preparation area below the stage. He did not take back his raised hands, but crossed them on his chest.
The two Qi needles condensed silently.
If it weren't for the accurate live broadcast on the big screen, viewers who were a little further away wouldn't even see the short, toothpick-like aura.
Wu Huan sneered.
"It's you who I stabbed."
Wu Zhuan was ejected very quickly, his body was like lightning, and his hands were thrust towards the opposite side below the collarbone.
Qin Guang did not dodge or avoid, but rushed towards Wu Zhuan.
Can a small toothpick penetrate him?
But the moment the Qi needle came into contact with his body, Wu Zhan's deep voice suddenly bloomed in front of him.
"I'll insert the diamond needle!"
Visible to the naked eye, the tops of the two air needles turned into the same golden color.
Wu Xuan thrust his hands fiercely into Qin Guang's body.
Qin Guang's body suddenly trembled, his eyes suddenly widened, and his throat surged.
Wu Zhuan inserted and pulled out very quickly, passing by each other.
No one could react at all, but Qin Guang staggered a few steps and stopped, letting out a trembling cry!
The big screen instantly gives an uncoded shot.
From an indescribable part under the collarbone, two streams of blood mist spurted out, thin and rapid.
The defense was broken!
Wu Zhuan held the golden needle and turned around, smiling evilly.
The arms were folded again, and the two air needles held by the fingertips turned into four.
"Can you guard against it!"
Flying needles rush in, diamond needles, serial moxibustion!
Qin Guang was unable to dodge, and the fire flashed across his body, and four needles entered his body again.
Two of them are in the shoulder sockets, and two of them are under the ribs. They are sinister and cruel.
The intense pain was transmitted directly to the brain along the metal body.
Qin Guang's metalized neck was filled with dense bulges, and he raised his head and roared.
You can imagine the severe pain involved!
Wu Zhuan turned around and inserted the golden needle again, accurately and quickly.
"I'll do it!"
"I'll do it again!"
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The referee saw Qin Guang's body glowing with fire, swallowed hard, and got goosebumps all over his body.
Such a perverted superpower was actually seen in the first game.
It really deserves to be...Hurricane Academy!
The referee glanced at the Hurricanes preparation table with concern.
Henry Zhang and others all had complicated expressions. Anyone who saw this scene could not calm down. Every time he saw the pain of his opponent, he thought of what he had experienced during sparring.
So it’s complicated but also really liberating.
Plop.
There was a thud.
It turned out that Qin Guang rushed out of the stage with his head in his hands regardless, landed heavily, and then raised a trembling hand.
"I surrender!"
Qin Guang raised his head, tears streaming down his metal face.
Such a good child was actually made to cry by Wu Zhuan!
The referee took a deep breath and announced with complicated eyes that Wu Juan was the winner.
Wu Xuan elegantly put away his air needle, continued to restore his cool and handsome style like the boy band idol, and calmly enjoyed the easy victory.
At this time, the most complicated look in his eyes was undoubtedly the next opponent from Tianhai Academy.
The students of Tianhai Academy swallowed hard and tried to calm down, but the slight trembling of their bodies showed their heart palpitations.
Being strong is not scary, being abnormal is scary!
Now, Wu Huan from Hurricane Academy is such a perverted opponent.
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"hehe."
At Qiuzhen Academy, the students in the preparation seats only uttered these two words.
In their eyes, perversion is enough.
Strong, but not quite yet.
As for the seed player Lan Hu, he closed his eyes and never even opened them.
There was no need for him to play before the final game.
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Hurricane Academy, preparation seats.
Lu Ze deliberately chose an empty coaching chair and sat down, exhaled CQ, activated privacy mode, and chatted leisurely in the group.
[Lu Ze]: I am in area A6 of Arena No. 1. Where are you?
[Lin Yunxue]: I'm in the Y4 area of Arena No. 18. It's a bit far away and I can't see you for the time being.
[Wang Jun]: I am in the D2 area of Arena No. 9, and I saw you, but is it really okay for you to chat so blatantly?
Liang Bo, who was always the most active speaker, did not speak.
[Lu Ze]: Well, I’m mainly here to learn. Where’s Brother Bo?
[Wang Jun]: He is next to the arena, and he is next. You were the only one participating in the competition and chatting.
Lu Ze blinked in surprise...
Has Brother Bo improved so quickly?
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The 80,000-seat stadium was packed with seats surrounding the arena.
You can imagine how lively it was, and people cheered for the teams they followed.
In the middle area, two beautiful twins with identical looks were looking at a screen with wide eyes.
"What is Lu Ze doing there! It's so shameless." My sister Mo Man said angrily when she saw Lu Ze lowering his head while chatting.
"The position he's sitting in... doesn't seem like a regular member of the team." Mo Yu also muttered a little guilty.
Their president is obviously very powerful, but why does he always seem unreliable?
"Hmph, I want to remind him!" Mo Man raised his bracelet and prepared to type.
But at this moment, the two sisters suddenly seemed to feel something, and their movements stopped at the same time.
Then, he frowned at the same time.
"Sister, do you feel it?" Mo Man looked at Mo Yu doubtfully.
"Hmm..." Mo Yu's face was also full of doubts.
Because of that kind of super touch, the strange and familiar feeling appeared in the telepathy of the two sisters at the same time.
However, they were unable to locate the source and further enhance their perception.
This moment of sensory contact came and went quickly.
"No more." The two sisters said in unison.
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The high edge of the stands.
A man wearing a thin dark blue coat looked away. Sunglasses covered his eyes, but they could not block his resolute face. The short stubble like a steel needle gave him a more heroic and rough look.
"The two ladies have very keen senses and were almost discovered."
Liu Mei, who was wearing an intellectual white-collar outfit, whispered, "Mr. Mo..., are you really not going to meet them?"
