Liu Shengnian took out a transparent hourglass filled with fine gray sand, raised it up and showed it to everyone, then turned the hourglass upside down, and the fine sand in the upper layer quickly flowed to the lower layer.
"This is the duration of seven breaths, you two know it well."
Zhao Lin looked at the hourglass and kept silently timing the time in his mind. By the time the sand ran out, it was estimated that about twenty seconds had passed.
The disciples unanimously set their sights on Zhao Lin, wanting to see the strength of the youngest inner court disciple.
"Listen carefully, I'll start on the count of three."
Liu Shengnian cleared his throat and shouted loudly: "One, two, three!"
Zhao Lin moved upon hearing the sound and punched without any fancy.
The rules of the seven-breath battle are unfavorable to those with lower rankings. If Zhao Lin cannot defeat Zhou Ding within seven breaths, although it is a draw in name, his ranking will still remain unchanged. In fact, it is the same as losing. , so attack as soon as you come up.
Zhou Ding also expected this. Seeing the punch coming fiercely, he stepped back on his toes and struck out with a palm at the same time.
Although Yang Lin just suggested to go all out in the beginning, out of habit, he still wanted to test Zhao Lin's strength first.
Moreover, a draw is considered a win, so you have a psychological advantage and are not in a hurry to attack.
The fists and palms collided, Zhou Ding felt a huge force coming from his arm, and his body rotated to resolve the impact.
Zhao Lin grabbed the middle and immediately took a step forward. The five fingers of his right hand turned into claws and grabbed Zhou Ding from the top of his head.
This grip stretches straight from the wrist to the fingers, and is extremely powerful.
All the disciples were stunned. When they practiced the exercises, the ones they chose most were fist strength and palm strength, and then finger strength and leg strength.
There are very few people who practice Claw Technique. Unexpectedly, Zhao Lin became an unpopular technique once he started using it.
Zhou Ding was also shocked, his toes tapped the ground again, and his body turned quickly diagonally.
He wanted to bypass Zhao Lin and attack him from the side.
In the past, Zhao Lin would have used absolute speed to chase the opponent, but after practicing the shuttle step, he had a different idea in his mind.
His feet slipped, he stood in Kan Gong's "trapped" position, and threw a swinging punch.
Zhou Ding suddenly saw a fist appearing in front of him, as if he had bumped into it on purpose. He was startled and had to take a step back.
From the corner of his eye, he saw that he was not far from the edge of the circle, and felt a little regret in his heart: I shouldn't have given up on the center if I had known better.
My own cultivation is at the first level of Blood Realm. I can obviously suppress the opponent with my strength, but now I am in a disadvantageous situation.
Zhao Lin took the lead and attacked several times, forcing Zhou Ding to the corner of the field.
The legs swayed slightly, as if there were endless back moves, blocking the opponent's escape angle.
Next, he shook his arms and pushed the energy into his two fists. The fierce punching force made a series of sounds in the air, and he punched out his fists one after another.
Zhou Ding had no room to move, so he forced himself to cross his arms in front of his chest.
There was a "bang" sound, and Zhou Ding staggered back a few steps.
His face turned pale, and he knew he was out of bounds without looking at his feet.
Everyone looked at the hourglass in Liu Shengnian's hand...
Less than half of the sand has flowed away.
"Awesome, neat and tidy!"
"Zhou Ding underestimated the enemy, otherwise no matter how hard it was, he wouldn't have been defeated in Three Breaths."
"I'm not underestimating the enemy. The pace is too slow and I have lost my momentum..."
The disciples whispered.
Xiang Shaofeng smiled casually, turned his head with a smile, and stretched out his hand.
Fei Bin took out a porcelain bottle from his body and handed it to him reluctantly.
"Did you see it? This is the result of wanting to win but fearing to lose!"
Yang Lin's face was expressionless and his tone was stern: "We, as warriors, must have the aura to fight against others. Always thinking about dealing with opponents and waiting for opportunities to find loopholes will not work."
Zhou Ding's face was full of shame, and his face turned blue and white.
Zhao Lin bowed slightly and said, "I accept." After saying that, he returned to the team.
"Senior Brother Zhao, please stay."
Zhou Ding said suddenly.
Zhao Lin paused at his feet and was stunned for a moment before he remembered that he had defeated Zhou Ding. Their rankings had been exchanged, and he was now the 33rd.
According to the rules of the inner court, Zhou Ding should call himself senior brother.
"Brother Zhou, what's the matter?" Zhao Lin did not ask Dazhen to call him junior brother, but asked politely.
Zhou Ding turned to Liu Shengnian and said, "Teacher, now that I'm ranked last, it's my turn to choose my opponent, right?"
Liu Shengnian nodded and said: "Not bad. Who are you challenging?"
Zhou Ding said without hesitation: "Zhao Lin!"
Zhao Lin didn't say much and walked back into the circle.
Xiang Shaofeng, who was watching the battle, smiled and said to Fei Bin, "How about another round of bets?"
Fei Bin glanced at him sideways, "Okay, I'll bet Zhao Lin in this game."
He has already seen that Zhao Lin is amazingly powerful and has an advantage in such a small venue. Moreover, it is different now. Zhou Ding has become a challenger, and it will be difficult to win.
Xiang Shaofeng smiled "hehe" and said, "Then I won't come."
"One, two..."
Liu Shengnian drank softly, flipped his wrist, turned the hourglass upside down, "Three!"
Without saying a word, Zhou Ding flew forward and kicked Zhao Lin directly in the left hip with a fierce wind.
When encountering a powerful opponent, the best way to defeat it is to attack its vital points or undercut.
This kick was exquisite, and the direction and size were just right. Zhao Lin did not dare to neglect, put one foot on the ground, raised the other leg, and blocked it with his luck.
Zhou Ding's energy and blood were running at full strength, and the power of his palms surged out. When Zhao Lin's footing was not stable, his palms flew up, and he slashed left and right to attack.
In terms of strength, he is not as good as Zhao Lin, but his energy and blood are better.
Zhao Lin pushed forward with his arms and used the "Moon Holding Style" move. While guarding, he bumped into the opponent's chest.
In front of the head of the school and the instructors, it was not convenient to use the ice energy, so he fought with normal skills.
On the other hand, he also wanted to take advantage of the opportunity of fighting to gain practical experience, and could not always rely on the ice energy.
Otherwise, if one day he is restrained by other techniques, he will be in a helpless situation.
Dust was flying, the two men's figures flashed, and they exchanged more than a dozen moves in the blink of an eye.
Although a tie could keep him in the rankings, Zhao Lin had no intention of doing so. His fists and claws were changing, and his attacks were overwhelming, making Zhou Ding confused.
Finally at the sixth breath, Zhao Lin grabbed Zhou Ding's collarbone with a claw.
"Senior Brother Zhao is so clever, I'm willing to accept the defeat!"
Zhou Ding blushed, cupped his hands and said.
After losing in the last game, he was still not convinced, but now he understood that his skills were indeed inferior to others.
"Although Zhou Ding lost this time, his performance was much better than the last one."
Yang Lin's expression softened a little, and he commented: "You have to have this fierceness, even if your strength is a little weaker, you have to try your best!"
After the battle, Zhao Lin walked back to the team and came to where Zhou Ding was just now, while Zhou Ding came to the end of the team.
Ranking thirty-ninth was Zhong Yewu. He walked to the field, first bowed his hands to the teachers and the head of the school, and then said: "I challenge... Zhao Lin."
Yang Lin laughed and said, "It's not good to fight on wheels. Ask him if he agrees."
(End of chapter)
