In the preparation area of Hurricane Academy, Ji Qiong, a student from the third training department of the Comprehensive Combat Academy, snorted coldly, his face covered with a sinister look.
"It's a pity that I am an observation student and there is no battle arranged. Otherwise, Junior Lu could have fought with the opponent twice." Bu Chengyue, who had finished the battle yesterday, said calmly.
"It's indeed a pity." Lu Ze nodded.
Bu Chengyue raised his eyebrows, obviously not expecting Lu Ze to respond to him. Just when he was about to speak, Lu Ze spoke again unhurriedly.
"Observers can also compete, they just need to occupy a quota."
Leng Gaoyi, who was leaning aside with his arms folded, suddenly smiled, "But no one will give you a spot. Listen to the seniors and watch the battle carefully."
Lu Ze said nothing and smiled, but he was facing the opponent's lineup.
Luo Xiasheng was holding the lollipop in his mouth with relish and had no reaction to Lu Ze's smile.
He likes watching circuses, but that doesn't mean he has to respond to the clowns in the circus.
Lu Ze's reaction was nothing special as he expected.
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"After a night's rest, you can see that the students on both sides are in very high spirits. This makes me look forward to today's game even more!"
"I hope the players from both sides can give a wonderful match again today."
"The ninth game will proceed - the fighting match, Hurricane Academy [Ji Qiong] versus Sauron Academy [Mark Davidson]!
Ji Qiong, who had just ridiculed Luo Xiasheng, heard his name, stretched his neck and stood up from where he was.
"Ji Qiong, be careful." Song Shanming, who finally managed to attend after a whole night of treatment, looked solemn.
"I'm not you." Ji Qiong said coldly.
"You!" Song Shanming's face turned red. Yesterday, under the watchful eyes of hundreds of lecturers in the college, he completely lost to a petite girl. This was a lifelong shame for him.
"Hmph, look carefully at how I win."
Ji Qiong is proud, and his pride has made him have few friends in the past three years.
In his world, there are only victories and strong ones. Song Shanming's clumsy and stupid super power might as well not be shown. In Hurricane Academy's super power debut, he was beaten by a girl.
If yesterday's last battle hadn't been a flashy information war, the morale of the follow-up would have collapsed due to Song Shanming.
Ji Qiong didn't want to compare himself with anyone in the team. He only had one purpose in playing today -
win!
The Hurricanes Academy victory needs to be consolidated and expanded upon.
He has a plan, and it is his duty to do so.
"Please wear protective gear."
"Students on both sides can choose to use weapons for training, or they can fight with fists and kicks. Please do not use fatal moves. The referee has the right to stop it when necessary."
After the commentator finished speaking, he immediately announced the start.
Ji Qiong casually grasped the top of a long stick on the weapon rack and slowly drew it out as he walked forward.
Turning his wrist, a sharp stick flower emerged.
"It's very light. Don't worry about hurting you." Ji Qiong looked at Mark Davidson and said casually.
This sound was broadcast live to both audiences at the same time, causing an uproar on the Solon Academy side.
On the distant moon, the young student audience suddenly couldn't sit still and began to send their most sincere greetings in the elegant language of the upper class.
Mark Davidson is a boy with short silver braids, a handsome face and a body like a male model. After hearing Ji Qiong's words, he opened his eyes curiously.
The audience outside the live broadcast gradually became quiet, and they could see that Mark wanted to speak.
"If it's true, that would be great." Mark smiled brightly.
This time, it was the Hurricane Academy auditorium's turn to burst into an uproar.
This guy named Mark is so crazy.
In the preparation area, Henry Zhang, who was pressing his legs to warm up, frowned slightly, "The opponent's attitude is more relaxed than yesterday."
As soon as he finished speaking to himself, there was a slight cry from the scene.
Because Mark randomly pulled out a pair of nunchucks. Just when people thought he was going to use the nunchucks, Mark twisted it lightly.
Snapped!
The titanium alloy chain exploded with a ball of sparks and broke off.
Mark looked at the 30cm long short stick in front of him with satisfaction and weighed it.
"bring it on!"
Ji Qiong's aura that had the upper hand was instantly shattered.
"I'll satisfy you." Ji Qiong shook his hands, the shadow of the long stick split into three, and waves of energy surged around his body.
He is a highly accomplished practitioner of the "Tian Qiong Xuan Wu Stick"!
Ji Qiong, who holds a long stick, is a terrifying existence that can sweep all the way alone in his off-campus training.
Starting pose - Purple Qi coming from the east!
The long stick bent and was lifted suddenly, and in an instant the air in front of him collapsed into mist.
The first gesture - a stick of incense toward the sky!
As soon as the stick was raised, the air above the head visible to the naked eye was steaming and twisting, and the long stick was emitting a blazing heat.
Mark was holding the 30cm short stick, like a traffic police commander, watching motionlessly as the long stick was coming.
Just when everyone was on tenterhooks, Mark's arm suddenly flashed, and the short stick disappeared in an instant.
Buzz——
A shock wave suddenly surged.
"ah!"
When the shock wave dissipated and the audience could clearly see the situation inside the venue, some people couldn't help but stood up without a sound.
Mark actually blocked Ji Qiong's long stick with a short stick of 30 centimeters, which was called Qinglong Water!
"It's nothing more than that." Mark said casually, with a flick of his wrist and a pick.
The long stick was violently swung away.
At the edge of the field, Xiao Yang looked solemnly and suddenly said: "The opponent's dynamic vision completely suppressed Ji Qiong, Ji Qiong has lost."
Looking at the field again, the relaxed look on Ji Qiong's face disappeared and he began to speed up the attack at his own pace.
However, as Henry Zhang said, Mark with the auxiliary chip opened up dynamic vision.
No matter how Ji Qiong's "Tianqiong Xuanwu Stick" changes, Mark can accurately intercept it with a short stick.
Ji Qiong's initial inevitability had completely disappeared, and sweat began to appear on his forehead. At first, he continued to attack with routines without believing in evil, and then began to change his moves. In the end, even the audience with average martial arts skills could see that he was breaking out.
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However, when Ji Qiong turned around and touched the ground with his long stick, preparing to take advantage of the situation to make a backhand swing, a black shadow fell from the sky and stepped on the tip of the stick violently, holding the long stick motionless.
"In 246 seconds, you hit a total of 1,933 sticks. It was a wonderful performance."
Mark looked at Ji Qiong with a smile and said an accurate number that made people feel numb.
"But I've seen enough."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mark intertwined his five fingers, flicked his index and middle fingers slightly, and shot out the short stick in his hand like a bullet.
Ji Qiong ducked sideways, and just as he was about to retort verbally, he suddenly felt a huge crisis coming.
"Can you hide away?" Mark laughed softly, and his figure actually appeared directly on the side of Ji Qiong, catching up with the shot stick.
There was a gentle movement of taking off the short stick, turning around, and giving it a sharp knock!
boom!
Ji Qiong's left shoulder slumped and he fell instantly.
At this moment, Mark showed his ferociousness completely.