Fang Yan, who rolled several times on the ring, fell to the edge of the ring. Below was the Dijieban camp. Blood spurted out from his mouth. The bridge of his nose had been completely shattered. His face was covered with blood. Lying like this in front of Ji Jie Ban.
The overly bloody scene made everyone in the Earth Class feel nauseated. Several girls vomited on the spot, and even some boys looked twitching.
Nangong Qi, who was standing at the top, had a gloomy face. He didn't care how badly Fang Yan was injured, or even whether he lived or died. What he cared about was that this unbeatable competition seemed to be about to be lost.
Seeing Fang Yan lying in front of him with blood spurting out from his mouth, Nangong Qi's heart grew in fear. He couldn't fail in this competition no matter what. This was the face of Nangong's eldest son. After all his harsh words before, if he loses today , then I really can’t hold my head up anymore.
"Fang Yan, take the blood demon pill! Kill that Hao Meng."
After his eyes flickered many times, Nangong Qi stared at Fang Yan in front of him and said fiercely.
"Pfft, I..."
After hearing Nangong Qi's words, Fang Yan's face changed drastically, his pupils tightened, as if he heard something extremely terrifying, and then there was pleading and despair in his eyes.
"Don't forget Fang Yan, your family is completely controlled by my Nangong family, and your sister, don't you want to save her?"
Seeing Fang Yan's hesitation and lack of movement, Nangong Qi stepped forward, came to his ear, and said these words lightly.
Hao Meng gasped for air, his arms drooped, and he was obviously exhausted. The fifth form of the Dragon-Tiger Fighting Holy Fist was the strongest move he could master before the Danjie realm. Even if he wanted to use it with his current strength. Izuku had to put all his strength into it, but luckily he won in the end.
Just as Hao Meng adjusted his breath and wanted to see Fang Yan's injuries, a sudden change occurred. Fang Yan, who was lying there unable to move, suddenly exuded amazing blood energy. The blood energy was completely different from before. And words.
Then under everyone's horrified gaze, Fang Yan, who had lost the ability to fight, stood up. The blood in his body had completely turned into a solid substance, and his eyes were completely covered in red. The huge pressure made the audience in the front row feel suffocated.
"This feeling turns out to be the Blood Demon Pill. This kind of pill hurts the enemy by one thousand and hurts oneself by eight hundred. You actually took this incredible thing for an academy competition. Brother Mu, you really don't stop them." A fight? If we continue fighting like this, one of these two people will surely die."
Elder Qin could see the reason for Fang Yan's change at a glance, and asked Mubai beside him.
"Indeed, the performance of these two people is already good enough. There is no need to ruin their futures just for one game. I will stop the game now and let the result be a draw."
Mubai thought for a moment and made up his mind. The outcome of the two people off the court was no longer important at this level.
"slow."
Just as Mubai stood up and wanted to jump off the stand to stop the fight, a deep voice came. Looking back, he saw that the person speaking was the elder of the Nangong family.
"Teacher Mu, I think it is inappropriate to stop this competition. The rules of this class competition are set by Dean Li. No one is allowed to interfere with the students' battles. What we cultivate are talents who cultivate immortals, not flowers in the greenhouse. They will all be in the future. If we are going to gallop in this dangerous fairyland, will the enemy tell us to stop now? This rule has never been broken for so many years, I think it is better to let these two little guys decide the winner on their own."
Elder Nangong said a few words calmly, but in reality he was referring to the rules of the academy established by Li Yubai. Now that the dean himself is no longer there, whoever dares to break the rules of the academy, even if it is proposed by the outer elder of Xuantian Sword Sect, will not do it.
Sure enough, Mubai's body that had already stood up froze. Qinglan College has been adhering to the martial arts style since its establishment, and the class competition has been a stage for college students to show their strongest self for many years. As long as he does not admit defeat, he will represent all the students. He will be responsible for the consequences of the battle. Absolutely no one can interfere in the game. If he takes action today, he will destroy the tradition of many years. Thinking of this, Mubai had to hesitate.
While the debate was still going on in the stands, the bloody Fang Yan had already taken action. The long sword of Yin Hong struck in the air, and a huge bloody sword energy flew directly towards Hao Meng. Without time to react, he took out a handful of Qi-boosting pill plugs. It entered the mouth and was swallowed directly into the stomach without even taking the time to chew. Then it rolled onto its side and narrowly avoided the knife.
Looking at Fang Yan, who was almost a bloody man in front of him, Hao Meng's expression became solemn. The other party didn't know what method he used to recover from his injuries and improve his strength a lot. But looking back at himself, the fifth form of Dragon-Tiger Fighting Fist The after-effects are still there, and it is now difficult for both hands to exert force, let alone fight.
What to do? What to do? What to do
Are you going to lose after all? Hao Meng dodged the sword energy from the bloody Fang Yan again and again. The Xuanjieban camp below the stage flashed through the corner of his eyes. In the anxious eyes, the one dressed in white stood out. The young man looked at him without any panic. No worries, calm but extremely determined.
Li Mu looked at Hao Meng, who was completely passive on the court, feeling anxious, but he must not show it. If even he lost confidence, then Senior Hao would really be alone.
There is still a backup plan and a trump card. Hold on to the seniors. Now the only way to turn things around is to break the cauldron.
Li Mu's fists clenched tighter and tighter, but the eyes he conveyed became more powerful. Looking at the scarred senior who was still trying his best, his blood could no longer be suppressed.
"Senior! Come on! Class Xuanjie! We must win!"
Li Mu shouted the first time, then the second time and the third time.
The Xuanjie class students behind them started shouting one after another! What he shouted was the unyielding feeling that had been suppressed deep in his heart for many years, and the pride that had been despised and flattened by setbacks. The shouts resounded throughout the entire campus.
Gradually, even students in the Tianjie class started shouting, and the sound was overwhelming. Everything gathered into a huge force and was transmitted to Hao Meng.
Dodging another fatal sword attack, Hao Meng dodged and landed on the edge of the ring. Listening to the cheers and cheers that echoed through the sky, a heroic feeling surged into his heart.
I, Hao Meng, started practicing at the age of five. At the age of ten, I mastered my family's secret skill of Dragon-Tiger Dou Sheng Fist to the fifth form. For ten years, I have been practicing every day without slacking off. God has sharpened my will and allowed me to form the elixir. I, Hao Meng, have no complaints about laying a solid foundation before the border.
But today, I don’t represent myself. I represent all the students in Qinglan College who have been bullied and ignored but are still working hard. So I can’t lose. No one can stop me today. Even if the sky comes to stop me, I can’t. I want to break this day!
