"The Demonic Bat was subdued, the first game, Chen Wensheng."
Upon hearing the referee's announcement, Yu Mingjun, who was ranked second in Qianyang No. 1 Middle School, suddenly stood up, and then looked at his instructor Zhang Qiang in confusion.
According to the arrangement, he was originally there to get a bargain.
However, now Zhu Li's magic sound bat can't even curse the magic sound to Shishan. Not only is Chen Wen's iron-eating beast not injured, it doesn't even suffer from symptoms such as dizziness and nausea.
If the ninth-level mortal is fighting against the tenth-level mortal, the opponent has no negative status yet, so how can he fight?
Zhang Qiang saw Yu Mingjun's gaze, and after thinking for a moment, his face became serious.
"spell!"
He directly set the tone.
"There is no doubt that we underestimated the strength of Qinghe No. 1 Middle School. Maybe with Chen Wen they have the strength of the top eight, but can we just admit defeat?"
"The top 32 last year and the top 64 this year. Are we coming to the national competition to get out of the first round?"
"Do you still want to be embarrassed?"
Zhang Qiang's voice gradually became louder, and his eyes swept over the students who were coming up next.
"Our next goal is not the top eight or the top 16, we only have one goal!"
"Beat Qinghe No. 1 Middle School and win this game."
"For this reason, it doesn't matter even if all the pet beasts that fight for the main force are seriously injured."
"Remember, the national competition has the best medical team, and the school is also your strongest support."
Listening to Zhang Qiang's words, Qianyang No. 1 Middle School looked at Chen Wen and the Iron-eating Beast on the field, with a fierce light in their eyes.
Then, Yu Mingjun gritted his teeth and stepped onto the battlefield.
In the live broadcast room.
Seeing Yu Mingjun on the court, Liu Sanxiao asserted: "Qianyang No. 1 Middle School is going to fight hard!"
Chen Jie turned his head to look at his partner and said in surprise: "It's only the second game, why are you so desperate?"
"As I said before, Chen Wen is the best at wheel fighting.
During the previous provincial competition in Xichuan Province, Chen Wen's iron-eater's strength level was weaker than others, but he still completed a string of threes, a string of fours and even a string of fives many times.
Now Chen Wen's iron-eating beast's strength has been upgraded to the tenth level of mortal body, not the ordinary tenth level of mortal body.
Under such circumstances, if the other people in Qianyang No. 1 Middle School had not fought hard, there would have been no doubt that Chen Wen would have beaten him directly to Cao Jun, the captain of Qianyang No. 1 Middle School.
By then Qianyang No. 1 Middle School will have no chance of winning, after all, not everyone is good at wheel battles."
Chen Jie listened to Liu Sanxiao's analysis and couldn't help but gasped: "When you say that, Qianyang No. 1 Middle School is indeed in danger."
Liu Sanxiao also sighed: "Chen Wen's iron-eating beast is really unexpected. It has invincible close combat capabilities, extremely excellent burst speed, and such powerful control skills. I really don't know how to cultivate it..."
Seeing that the conversation time on the field was about to end, Chen Jie took back the topic.
"Okay, the dialogue time for double-anticipation is about to begin. Let's see if Qianyang No. 1 Middle School can find a glimmer of hope."
As soon as he finished speaking, the referee on the field waved his right hand and announced the start of the game.
The wind wolf retreated back as soon as it appeared.
Qianyang No. 1 Middle School wanted to fight, but that didn't mean they would rush to Abao to fight without any thought.
On the contrary, they will calmly use all means to fully improve the winning rate of the battle.
Feng Lang is good at swimming and fighting, so Yu Mingjun plans to consume Abao's physical strength and spiritual energy first, and then let Feng Lang fight with all his strength when he can't escape.
Bang!
Po stepped on the ground and rushed straight towards the wind wolf.
"Wind Blade!"
As Feng Lang retreated, he opened his mouth and sprayed out a sharp cyan light blade.
Po turned sideways while running quickly, letting the wind blade chop up a few strands of hair on its chest, and continued to rush towards the wind wolf without stopping.
"So fast!"
Yu Mingjun's pupils tightened. He did not expect that even the wind blade could not stop the iron-eating beast for a moment.
Seeing that the iron-eating beast was about to rush in front of his wind wolf, he immediately activated his talent.
With the wind attribute strengthened, the wind attribute aura in Feng Lang's body surged instantly.
"Wind Blade!"
It's still a wind blade, but the wind blades spitting out of the wind wolf's mouth are continuous.
For a moment, Po felt like he was in a hail of bullets, as more than a dozen wind blades came in succession, blocking the angle at which he could dodge.
"See how you hide?"
Joy appeared in Yu Mingjun's eyes.
He didn't expect to kill the iron-eating beast with one move, but he wanted to force the iron-eating beast to burst into speed or use rock armor to resist, thus consuming a lot of spiritual energy.
Seeing this, Chen Wen had no intention of giving any orders. He believed that A Bao could handle it on his own.
Rock armor, but not complete rock armor.
Faced with an almost full-coverage attack, Abao Yi was so bold that he only condensed a rock glove on his palms.
"Isn't that too much?"
"Drifting?"
"Don't let the fat bear turn into a dead bear!"
"I'm so confident that I want to block all the wind blades with my fists!"
When the audience in the venue and the live broadcast room were surprised, a series of wind blades had already struck in front of A Bao.
Clang! Clang! Clang!——
I saw Abao waving his arms alternately, instantly forming fist shadows in front of him, and then the clanging sound of metal clashing echoed throughout the battlefield.
A few minutes later, Feng Lang Feng Lang's aura had weakened, and Yu Mingjun was sweating on his forehead and his face turned pale.
However, opposite them, Po was unharmed, made a T-step, and then waved.
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"Abao: Come here!"
"This is too much! The mentality of Qianyang No. 1 Middle School is about to explode!"
"Although you are very fat, you are a bit dashing. Why?"
“Cute and sarcastic!”
Yu Mingjun's face turned red with anger, but he still calmly directed Feng Lang to prepare for the fight.
"You have a good character!"
Chen Wen sighed with emotion, and then commanded: "Deal with the wind wolf!"
Po's taunt is to let the enemy take the initiative and save some energy.
Now that the other party didn't fall into the trap, they could only let Abao expend some energy.
"Roar!"
Abao roared when he heard this, then kicked his feet and quickly rushed towards the wind wolf.
This was because Mingjun's mental energy had been exhausted, and the spiritual energy in Feng Lang's body had also been consumed too much. He was easily subdued by Abao without much resistance.
During this period, Feng Lang resisted desperately under Yu Mingjun's command. Unfortunately, Abao's reactions and skills were top-notch and did not pose much of a threat to it.
Bang!
As A Bao's fist hit Wind Wolf's head and was caught by the referee's pet, the second game was declared over.
"Second game, Chen Wensheng!"
The referee's announcement did not surprise the audience, and it was natural for Chen Jie and Liu Sanxiao in the live broadcast room.
When Po blocked the wind wolf's successive wind blades with just his fists, the outcome of the second battle was already decided.
"As expected of the official TOP23, although Chen Wen's iron-eating beast is still in the tenth rank of mortals, its strength is definitely no less than ordinary extraordinary! Coupled with Chen Wen's talent..."
Liu Sanxiao smiled bitterly and shook his head, swallowing his disapproval of Qianyang No. 1 Middle School.
After all, the game has only passed two games, and it’s hard to tell the outcome at this point.
Chen Jie heard what Liu Sanxiao meant.
After knowing that the outcome of the game was almost determined, he immediately launched a new stunt.
"The most outstanding individual performance on the national competition stage is a string of fours. I wonder if Chen Wen can accomplish a new miracle and complete this almost impossible challenge on the national competition stage?"
The audience in the live broadcast room immediately became interested when they heard what the host said.
"A string of five!"
"A string of five!"
"A string of five!"
"..."
Some viewers who watched the live broadcast even took advantage of the break to go to other live broadcast rooms to promote themselves.
Hearing that there was a fierce man playing a string of five in the game, spectators flocked in to watch the excitement.