One hour's break is very short.

For Tang Yang's famous team, the injury has recovered, but the energy and fighting condition have been lost.

This is the game.

There is no absolute fairness.

"Come as planned, do you understand?" Tang Yangming stared at Pang Xiong and Shen Dantong.

"Yes, Captain."

"Remember Nobita, I'll say it again, don't try to defeat Wang Zhi, don't underestimate him!" Tang Yang pointed his famous finger in the air, "Remember, don't be like Xiaotong in the last game!"

"I'm sorry, captain." Shen Dantong felt a little guilty.

"I know." Pang Xiong nodded heavily.

"Hold on!" Tang Yangming gritted his teeth tightly: "You must hold Wang Zhi back for me, and never let him join the battlefield to disrupt the situation! I only need one minute, no, half a minute is enough!"

"Okay." Pang Xiong and Shen Dantong also felt it.

The captain was very afraid of Wang Zhi.

…

"Their eyes are so fierce." Zhang Yu glanced at Tang Yangming.

"You prove that the time for the first shot of the senior class (7) has already arrived." Wang Zhi said with a smile.

"Do you need me to play another trump card?" Wen Zhenpeng suddenly said.

Um?

"Need not."

Wang Zhi looked towards Tang Yangming and said calmly: "Leave all this to me."

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Beside the dimensional rift.

Lin Xia sat alone on the cold stone steps, her long black hair falling on her shoulders. The force released by the dimensional rift blew her bangs, reflecting her cold and melancholy face that could be broken by a blow.

Looking at the heavily guarded soldiers in front of the crack.

Looking at the entrance to the different dimension world with black light.

Lin Xia's lightly clenched fists were trembling.

She was unwilling to do so.

She knows better than anyone how difficult the road to martial arts is.

Because she has given more than anyone else.

From the tail end of the class to the current first group in martial arts.

From a discarded life-like talent, it is now a talent she is proud of.

She never gave up.

It didn't happen before and it won't happen in the future.

High school is over, and there's college.

After college is over, she will still continue to take the path she wants to take.

Don’t be afraid of anyone’s dissuasion.

Never regret.

Ding~~

The cell phone in his pocket rang softly.

Lin Xia took it out and looked at the bright WeChat message on the screen, her delicate face relaxed slightly.

Stand up.

With his hands behind his back, a pair of eyes that seemed to be able to speak were shining with crystal luster.

"he……"

"A lot has changed."

…

Time passed quickly.

Song Yuqing walked onto the competition stage, and the noisy surroundings gradually became quiet.

Looking expectantly at the center, there were more than two hundred spectators around the competition stage at this time, and the attention was extremely high. Students from other classes in the senior year of high school also came one after another.

The final battle of the class selection.

Determine the second team from Grade 3 (7) class!

"The decisive battle."

"Wang Zhi's team versus Tang Yang's famous team."

Song Yuqing's voice sounded.

There was thunderous applause from everyone around. Ji Xiaoxue looked at Wang Zhi and clapped her hands nervously.

On a tall building in the distance, a black figure leaned on the railing, looking from afar, with a trace of envy and hesitation in his eyes.

Wang Zhi's team is located on the left side of the competition platform.

Tang Yang's famous team is located on the right side of the competition platform.

Stand still.

There was a sound of surprise all around.

The formation of Tang Yang's famous team has not changed at all. It is still an equilateral triangle. This formation is the standard formation and has appeared most frequently in the College Cup. It remains unchanged to cope with all changes.

Wang Zhi's side is also an equilateral triangle.

Lan'er.

However, it was Wang Zhi and Wen Zhenpeng who were in the main attacking position.

Holding the Silver Pill Spear, Zhang Yu, the only close combatant, was placed at the back.

"What kind of human bewilderment award is this?"

"Isn't Zhang Yu a soft-legged shrimp? He shrunk from the top of the row to the bottom of the row?"

"Who knows, they probably wanted to take it by surprise."

"Nah, the mage and auxiliary stand in the front row, and the melee stand in the back row, what a wonderful operation!"

"Haha, it's so funny!"

…

Zhang Yu muttered alone behind him.

He also wants to stand in the front row!

He also wants to fight bloody battles on the battlefield!

But the problem is...

He has no say!

never mind.

fair enough.

After the fight started, he could do whatever he wanted. If nothing else, he had a good view from the back row.

Like a general with firm command.

Wang Zhi faced Tang Yangming.

Wen Zhenpeng faced off against Pang Xiong.

Shen Dantong versus...

no one.

Zhang Yu is not a support, let alone a mage, and has no AOE.

"Are you ready?"

Song Yuqing looked at the captains of the two teams.

Wang Zhi nodded.

Tang Yangming exchanged glances with Pang Xiong.

In an instant, the two of them changed positions.
To be continued...