The internal components of a cultivator's combat power include, in addition to basic attributes, training level and cultivation techniques.
External factors include equipment, medicines, exotic animal resources, etc., which vary from person to person.
There are also special factors that are easy to change, such as character and state.
The disciples in Zhenwu Academy are not allowed to use weapons and equipment in the duel. After all, one mistake can easily kill someone.
The use of weapons is only allowed in the "Genius Youth Competition".
Because the contestants are generally at the third level of true martial arts and are physically strong enough, they will not die so easily. As long as the victim is not seriously injured, such as being hit on the head all of a sudden, the medical staff at the scene can save him.
Among extraordinary beings, there are those with "healing" powers. As long as the injured person does not run out of breath on the spot, they can basically save them, so they can lift most of the restrictions.
But it is different here at Zhenwu Academy. They are all novices, their bodies are not that strong, and it is not easy to hold back.
Moreover, there are no healing powers.
"start!"
"Please advise!" Fang Hao and Lu Qianjun held each other's fists and faced each other.
In a duel between cultivators, the first round is usually "fighting against the bull".
That is, put your hands together and test each other's strength first, so that you know what to do.
But this time, Fang Hao knew what he was going to do, but Lu Qianjun secretly smiled bitterly.
I can't push it at all!
It was obvious that he had awakened the B-level [Physical Strengthening] and had absorbed the essence and blood crystal of a high-level alien beast. His basic strength was at least a ton.
But he pushed hard, but Fang Hao didn't move at all.
"As expected of Class III S." Fang Hao chuckled, and both sides pushed each other, took a few steps back, and stood still.
"I feel like you are mocking me." Lu Qianjun staggered his feet, raised his arms slightly, pressed down, and clenched his fists, assuming an attack posture.
"Or do you put yourself in a higher position than me?"
Fang Hao just stood and said with a smile: "This is my first time fighting against a three-S level genius. I didn't know how powerful this level is before this."
"I've seen you!" Lu Qianjun stopped talking nonsense, sprinted quickly, and hit Fang Hao's chest with a cannon punch.
Paoquan is derived from the traditional boxing art of Eight-door Paoquan, which is fierce and explosive.
Fang Hao raised his palm to block, and the two of them locked hands.
Lu Qianjun knew that he was not as strong as Fang Hao, and his actual combat ability may not be stronger. If he wanted to win, he could only fight quickly and defeat Fang Hao quickly before he could adapt to his boxing style.
If you procrastinate, your chances of losing will increase.
“Bang bang bang”
Lu Qianjun's moves were consistent and continuous, his attacks were endless, but his aura was calm.
Fang Hao only uses tricks as he sees them. He doesn't have many tricks or routines. He is simple, direct but effective.
Wen Zilong and his mentors outside the court expressed their praise.
"As expected of the actual S, it's so smooth and beautiful!"
"Fang Hao uses boxing skills inherited from the army. Has anyone in his family ever joined the army?"
"No, I should be looking for a personal trainer."
"The fight was wonderful, it made my hands feel a little itchy watching it."
"Haha, traditional boxing versus military boxing, two different styles, this battle is interesting!"
"Gao Yu, let's get rid of that person in your class later and see what she can do?"
Gao Yu looked troubled and glanced at the graceful Shi Zhixue next to him.
Is this rich young lady something that I, a mere tutor, can call upon?
However, Shi Zhixue might also feel a little itchy, so she took the initiative to nod and said: "Okay, I'll be there soon."
After all, she is a warrior, first in Wenwu and second in Wuwu. She also has a strong heart and wants to compete one-on-one.
Fang Hao and Lu Qianjun's exchange of fists and kicks made the instructors excited, and the students were naturally even more excited.
"Strengthening the mountains and overwhelming the world! The overwhelming force determines the universe!"
"Lu Qianjun, Lu Qianjun, the power of Qianjun determines the world!!"
The students in Class 3 shouted until they were hoarse, prompting more people to shout.
The students in Class 1 couldn't help but couldn't help it.
Low profile?
Can this be kept low-key?
Get excited!
Wang Cheng immediately raised his arms and shouted: "I'll attack you, defend you, I'll make you cry for father and mother with one punch!"
Zhong Weiwei and other classmates from Class 1 followed immediately and shouted slogans.
"I can attack or defend you, I'll make you cry for your father and mother with just one punch!"
Soon the audience was divided into two groups, one cheered for Lu Qianjun and the other went crazy for Fang Hao.
The audience of six to seven hundred students divided into two groups and shouted together, and the momentum was still very strong.
Dean Wen Zilong and the instructors were all laughing from ear to ear as they watched this scene.
A decent start, a decent progress, and the first two goals have been achieved.
Now all that's left is a decent finish.
The first battle of the new grade was very good! Wen Zilong stroked his mustache and narrowed his eyes with a smile.
The freshmen are also very nice, very united and friendly!
Fang Hao in the field gradually adapted to Lu Qianjun's cannon fist attack, and the frequency of attacks gradually increased.
Just like the slogan shouted by Class 1.
If he wanted to, he could knock Lu Qianjun down with one punch.
Lu Qianjun's strength is about 100 points, and he has 160 points.
This is not only a 60-point difference in strength, but also a difference in physical fitness.
The difference in physique will not only bring about differences in strength, but also differences in reaction ability and speed.
With a punching speed of 1.6 times, Lu Qianjun couldn't avoid it!
After receiving this punch from him, Lu Qianjun would certainly be punched to the ground.
But there is no need to be so cruel if there is no injustice or enmity.
The two fought for a few more minutes, and after hundreds of moves, there was still no winner.
But Dean Wen Zilong and his mentors all saw that Lu Qianjun was in decline and would lose if he continued to fight.
Time for a decent end.
"Beep——"
Wen Zilong walked into the field blowing the whistle and separated Fang Hao and Lu Qianjun.
"Very good. The actual combat abilities of both of you are obvious to all, and both of you are worthy of S rank."
"Since we can't tell the winner, let's count it as a tie. How about that?"
The dean personally came forward, and of course Fang Hao and Lu Qianjun had no objection.
"Okay, it's a tie." Fang Hao smiled and fisted Lu Qianjun on the other side.
Lu Qianjun hurriedly replied: "Okay."
He naturally knows what his situation is.
He knew from the beginning that it would be difficult for him to win, and the longer it took, the less likely he was to win.
Now he can end it in a draw and save face, which is what he wants.
There are some things that you can only know in your heart, but you cannot say them out, let alone let others know.
Otherwise, when others say "You're not as good as him" from time to time, it's easy to let go of this feeling in your heart.
"Then..." Wen Zilong was about to smile and announce the end of the duel, but his smile froze and he turned to look at Shi Zhixue who was walking into the field.
So decent!
What a shame!
Who said just now that Shi Zhixue was going to end?
Damn it, your year-end bonus is gone!
As if water had been dripped on the back of the neck, the audience, who were originally noisy and ready to leave, fell silent in an instant.
Those who had left immediately returned to their original positions.
The eyes of the audience quickly focused on Shi Zhixue, who was wearing white training clothes, but her skin was as white as snow, which highlighted her face and body.
Shi Zhixue reached behind her head with both hands and tied up the loose ponytail.
She looked at Fang Hao, put down her left hand, palm upward, with a cold expression.
"Please enlighten me."
