In the position of the Fourth Battalion, General Instructor Zhou Zhen and Instructor Zhang Lizheng looked at each other. The third round of the game was full of twists and turns. I thought I could easily win the first battalion, but a dark horse like Wang Xiaofei was produced. Seeing that the Fourth Battalion was about to lose, Mo Wen miraculously won Wang Xiaofei.

In the whole game, except for the fact that Mo Wen did not show any signs of dew in the first round, his performance in the next two rounds was amazing.

Especially the fight with Wang Xiaofei, ordinary students might just think it was wonderful. The students on the field were all experts who learned martial arts. But with their eyesight, how could they not see what was hidden inside?

At this time, they were all feeling in their hearts that they were worthy of being the number one university in China, with students in them being crouching tigers, hidden dragons, and numerous experts.

In the first game, the Fourth Battalion won the First Battalion and the Third Battalion won the Second Battalion.

In the second game, the two winning battalions began to compete.

The Fourth Battalion vs. The Third Battalion, the two strongest battalions began to collide together again, which immediately attracted the attention of a large number of spectators.

Mo Wen glanced at the camp of the third camp and found that Shao Jianyang was in it. A cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Shao Jianyang is quite capable and has his share in several appearances.

In addition to Shao Jianyang, there was another person in the Third Camp that attracted Mo Wen's attention.

It was a boy with dark skin, slender body, delicate facial features, a bit determined face, and an indescribable sense of sharpness in his eyes. Even if he looked at you casually, it seemed that he could feel pressure.

The reason why Mo Wen paid attention to him was because his eyes were always fixed on him, and there seemed to be an indescribable hostility in his eyes.

He frowned strangely. He definitely didn't know the young man. It can be said that he had seen this person for the first time, but why did he feel so hostile to him?

In the distance, Shao Jianyang walked to the boy and whispered: "Yang Qi, leave that Mo Wen to me to deal with. I have a grudge against him. That boy, I must kill him."

"You are not his opponent." Yang Qi glanced at Shao Jianyang and said indifferently.

"What! You said I am not his opponent. Although my level is not as good as you, I won't be able to deal with a single Mo Wen."

Shao Jianyang obviously didn't believe it. He was an ancient martial artist, so how could an ordinary person not be able to deal with it?

"He defeated Wang Xiaofei from the first battalion, and Wang Xiaofei is also an ancient martial artist." Yang Qi glanced at Mo Wen in the distance and said.

At that time, the people from the Third Battalion were fighting against the Second Battalion, so none of them saw the battle between Mo Wen and Wang Xiaofei. Although they knew that the last fourth battalion won the first battalion, there was no intuitive reference.

But coincidentally, Yang Qi had known Wang Xiaofei for a long time, so he knew Wang Xiaofei's excellence.

"Wang Xiaofei? What kind of ancient martial artist is of cultivation?" Shao Jianyang frowned and said, since Mo Wen can defeat an ancient martial artist, he must be an ancient martial artist.

"The internal breath realm may not be as good as mine, but it will not be too far apart."

Yang Qi looked at Shao Jianyang calmly, and his meaning was very clear. If you still want to meet Mo Wen, then just go.

In fact, Yang Qi was also surprised that Mo Wen was just a little bastard, but now it seems that this person is a little interesting.

"Who Wang Xiaofei has the cultivation level of inner breath?"

Shao Jianyang widened his eyes. He was in the late stage of solidity. Mo Wen defeated Wang Xiaofei, wouldn’t it mean that he could easily defeat him!

For a moment, Shao Jianyang hesitated a little.

After a few minutes of rest, the second battle began with the referee's order.

The Fourth Camp was still the first to play. He met a tall boy in the Third Camp. Neither of them practiced ancient martial arts, but they both learned some foreign martial arts.

As soon as they met, the two fought fiercely. After three hundred rounds, Hong Lu accidentally lost to the hands of the tall boy.

"Damn it, Honglu is too useless. Let me go and see how I kill that tall man."

When Wang Yuan saw Hong Lu lose, he jumped up and rushed forward cursingly.

Mo Wen rolled his eyes. The tall boy was not an ancient martial artist. Although he was strong, he was definitely not a match for Wang Yuan.

Seeing that he was not as good as him, Wang Yuan was immediately in a high spirit of fighting. If someone else had changed, it would be hard to say whether he was so active.

Sure enough, in just over a dozen rounds, the tall boy was defeated by Wang Yuan.

"Who else is there in your third battalion? Even if you go, the uncle will take them all."

After defeating the tall boy, Wang Yuan suddenly became proud. He waved his hand in a very introverted manner and pointed at the camp of the third camp and shouted.

"That kid is tired of living, I'll go up and kill him."

Seeing this, Shao Jianyang glared at him and took a few steps to the stage.

Facts have proved that Wang Yuan did not have the ability to dominate the world with a shock in his body. Shao Jianyang was also an ancient martial artist, and he was in the late stage of solid, one level higher than Wang Yuan.

The two fought together, but in the end, Wang Yuan was defeated and came.

"Don't ask, it's up to you. Kill that bastard Shao Jianyang, don't lose to the Third Camp."

Wang Yuan's face was blue and purple, and he walked back with a grin, with many footprints on his clothes.

At this time, he basically put all his hopes on Mo Wen. He could not beat Shao Jianyang, let alone Yang Qi, who was in the final appearance of the Third Battalion.

Mo Wen shrugged and walked onto the field indifferently.

Looking at Shao Jianyang ten meters away, Mo Wen suddenly smiled and said, "Shao Jianyang, we have met again. Your bet has not been fulfilled before. When will it be fulfilled?"

"Don't ask, since you are seeking death, I will fulfill your wishes."

Shao Jianyang's face suddenly became gloomy. It would be fine if he didn't say the bet, but when he talked about the bet, he couldn't help feeling a sense of shame in his heart.

"Let the horse come over. It's obviously a pig, but you just think you are a character."

Mo Wen smiled coldly, not caring about clowns like Shao Jianyang at all.

"**I'm tired of living."

Shao Jianyang roared angrily, ignoring the rest, rushed to Mo Wen three steps and two times, and punched him hard in the head.

Yang Qi, who was watching the game from a distance, shook his head. Shao Jianyang was indeed a pig. He was not Mo Wen's opponent. He was so reckless and angry. Who would he die if he didn't die?

Looking at the increasingly bigger fist in front of him, a cold curled up at the corner of Mo Wen's mouth. He stood there like a wooden stake and did not move at all, just stretched out a fist and faced Shao Jianyang's fist hard.

Click!

A crisp sound of bone fracture sounded, and Shao Jianyang shook four or five steps back from the fist force, and his fist was obviously deformed.

But Mo Wen stood there and moved without moving for a moment.

"you……"

Shao Jianyang looked at Mo Wen in horror and couldn't speak for a moment. He covered the broken hand bone with one hand. The severe pain caused cold sweat to spread on his forehead.

He didn't expect Mo Wen to be so strong that he didn't take a single move when he fought head-on.

Yang Qi, who was watching the game from a distance, also his pupils shrank, and his expression became a little more serious.

Mo Wen looked at Shao Jianyang indifferently. He could not touch Wang Xiaofei head-on, could he still not touch him head-on? With Shao Jianyang's solid late-stage cultivation, he was simply humiliating himself.

He did not give Shao Jianyang a chance to breathe, and of course he would not miss the chance to hit the dog in the water. He appeared in front of Shao Jianyang with a flash, and then punched him hard in the abdomen, directly knocking him four or five meters away.

"I admit defeat."

Shao Jianyang turned over and got up from the ground, looking at Mo Wen with fear on his face. If he continued, he might be beaten alive by Mo Wen.

Mo Wen did not continue to take action. He knew that if he took action, the referee would definitely come forward to stop it. After all, it was just a fighting game, not a life-and-death battle.

Shao Jianyang looked at Mo Wen harshly, but did not dare to say a harsh word, and stepped down in shame.
Chapter completed!