"Well, then you should be careful." Wang Teng hesitated for a moment and said the same.
He originally wanted to persuade Han Zhu to admit defeat if he couldn't beat him, but after thinking about it, he didn't say anything in the end.
There are some things that only he can make decisions about, and he can't interfere with anything.
Men never need others to intervene in their battles.
After a while, the game ended on stage 12.
Han Zhu stood up slowly, holding a long vajra stick in his hand. Without saying anything to Wang Teng, he went straight to the No. 12 ring.
On the other side, Zhao Yuanwu had a faint smile on his face, as if he didn't take the game seriously at all and was extremely confident.
Also came to the arena.
"Game start!"
The referee gave the order.
Han Zhu didn't hesitate at all, he waved his long stick, and the earth element force condensed on it, and the stick shadows shrouded Zhao Yuanwu one after another.
Zhao Yunwu, however, seemed quite calm. He held a sword in his hand, and the fire element energy was concentrated on the sword to deflect Han Zhu's club blows.
He is clearly a fire warrior!
The long stick collided with the sword, and sparks shot out.
boom!
The huge force on the long stick made Zhao Yuanwu feel nervous, and he realized that he had underestimated Han Zhu.
The force was like a huge stone falling, extremely heavy.
Every collision caused the sword in his hand to vibrate, and the force was transmitted to his hand, causing pain in the tiger's mouth, as if it was about to be shattered.
"roll!"
Zhao Yuanwu had a sinister look on his face. He dodged to avoid Han Zhu's attack and slashed out with his sword. The red sword glow carried terrifying power and slashed towards Han Zhu.
Han Zhu's eyes were solemn, and the long stick instantly shone with a rich yellow light. He let out a deep drink and blocked it upwards.
clang!
The sword light struck the long stick, making a violent trembling sound.
Han Zhu's expression changed drastically, and the huge impact made him fall backwards.
Kick! Kick! Kick!
The footsteps stepped on the ground, leaving shallow pits on the hard ring...
Blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.
Obviously, this blow had caused Han Zhu internal injuries.
Zhao Yuanwu took advantage of the victory to pursue and slashed at him with his sword. Han Zhu hurriedly resisted and kept retreating, his face turned pale.
In just a moment, he was forced to the edge of the ring.
At this time, his internal organs were more and more seriously injured under this attack, and the situation was very bad.
"You have such little strength, but you still want to avenge others." Although Zhao Yuanwu recognized Han Zhu's strength, he was not forgiving at all, sneered and said mockingly.
At the same time, the offensive became more and more fierce.
Han Zhu gritted his teeth, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and stopped resisting. Several times the sword energy came to him, but he waved his long stick regardless, using offense instead of defense, and fought with Zhao Yuanwu.
The two of them fought from the edge of the ring to the center of the ring.
After a while, they fought for dozens of rounds. Even though Han Zhu tried his best, he was still at a disadvantage.
boom!
There was a violent collision and the force exploded. Han Zhu flew upside down and landed on the ground with a crash.
He thrust the long stick into the ground suddenly and stopped his retreating figure, but he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood and staggered.
But then his feet sank, cracking the ground, and finally... stood still!
And on his chest, a knife mark was extremely conspicuous.
A large amount of blood spurted out, the flesh and blood were blurred, and the injury was extremely serious.
Han Zhu wanted to get up and fight again, but he found that his whole body was weak and his vision went black. He held the long stick tightly in his hand to prevent himself from falling. Then his head dropped and he suddenly lost consciousness.
Zhao Yuanwu strode forward, seemingly wanting to attack again.
Under the ring, Wang Teng's expression changed and he wanted to rush to the ring to stop him.
At this moment, the referee stood in front of Zhao Yuanwu and said expressionlessly: "He has lost consciousness, you win!"
"Humph!" Zhao Yuanwu narrowed his eyes and glanced at the other party, finally snorted coldly and had to give up.
…
"call!"
In the audience, many people noticed the fighting here. At this moment, as the fighting ended, many people finally let out their held breaths.
Wonderful!
fierce!
This game opened the eyes of many people
The battle between Han Zhu and Zhao Yuanwu was very exciting, giving people a feeling of "this is a battle between men". It was so hot that people couldn't help but sweat for both sides.
And even if Han Zhu lost, no one thought he was weak.
On the contrary, they acquiesced in Han Zhu's strength from the bottom of their hearts, which surpassed most of the contestants they had watched before.
"Huang Haijun Academy is indeed a famous school, and the contestant named Han Zhu is not weak at all!"
"Of course, Huang Haijun Academy is one of the top military talent education schools in the country."
"It's a pity that we still lost to Zhao Yuanwu!"
"Hmph, I really hope someone can deal with that arrogant guy Zhao Yuanwu."
…
In the rest area of Xiadu Military Academy, Luo Cheng looked at the figure half-kneeling on the ring, shook his head, and felt a little regretful.
"After Huang Hai's defeat, I'm afraid he won't be able to compete with us anymore." A contestant from Xiadu Military Academy said this.
"If Han Zhu can make it back to the finals in the playoffs, there may still be a chance to compete," another person said.
"It's better not to be demoralized." Luo Cheng crossed his arms and said calmly.
An opponent who has lost morale is not a good opponent.
…
On the second floor of the auditorium, Peng Yuanshan's face was expressionless, and the other five deans also looked a little solemn and slowly stood up.
"I'll go down and take a look." Tong Hu said with a stern expression.
"Let's go together." Su Jing and the other two followed him.
"Lao Peng, your school has defeated even the strongest Han Zhu. I'm afraid the ranking this time is hanging." Yan Kang, the dean of Jinlin University's Martial Arts Academy, said with a hint of schadenfreude.
"Winning or losing is a common thing for a military strategist. If you lose, you lose. We will fight for it in the next martial arts competition. It's not like we Huang Hai can't afford to lose." Peng Yuanshan said calmly: "What's more, there is a resurrection competition. With Han Zhu's
With strength, it’s not difficult to kill him back.”
"That makes sense." Yan Kang smiled and said nothing more. They were not enemies, so the verbal dispute was over.
On the arena.
The medical staff wanted to lift Han Zhu down for treatment, but encountered something extremely embarrassing.
They can't move Han Zhu!
Han Zhu held the long stick tightly with both hands, and the long stick was inserted into the ground of the arena and could not be pulled out at all.
The referee stepped forward to help, trying to open Han Zhu's hands and pull out the long stick.
As a result, I couldn't break it open, and the long stick couldn't be pulled out at all.
"This..." This referee is also a 5-star warrior level warrior. He tried his best at this moment, but it had no effect, and his face turned red immediately.
"What's going on?" The audience looked at this scene in surprise and started talking.
"It seems that in order not to fall down, Han Zhu held the long stick with great strength. In the last move, he inserted the long stick so deeply into the ring that even the referee was unable to do anything." The commentator said in surprise.
"I'll do it!" At this time, Wang Teng came over.
"Can you?" the referee asked doubtfully.
"Try it." Wang Teng stepped forward, signaled the referee to step away, and then slowly opened Han Zhu's hand.
The referee's eyes widened...
This chapter has been completed!