"That's enough!" Jiawen's extremely dissatisfied voice came from the top of the field.
This violent shout interrupted the panic of all the students, interrupted Nasus' arrogance, and even saved Hogangar's fourth-level life.
When everyone opened their eyes and looked at the field again, they saw a golden gun between Helinaces and Hogan. The distance was so close that it almost touched the tips of their noses. The barrel of the gun was blocking Nasus.
The duck is motionless.
Nasus looked at the golden gun in front of him in shock, and suddenly recalled what had just happened. He just felt that the soul-tempering power in his body was about to hit Hogan, and there was no news.
Even the idea of manipulating energy was temporarily interrupted.
On the other hand, the same was true for Hogan; neither of them saw or even felt the breath coming from them, as if the rush of gunfire should have appeared here.
The confusion between the two people suddenly became clear as Jiawen approached.
Jiawen, whose golden armor shines in front of him, his cheeks twitching, walks out, the ground beneath his feet shakes, and the armor on his body is entangled with spiritual energy, following the armor in and out in a regular manner, and even the slightest energy colliding with the golden armor is completely inert.
If there is any fluctuation, it is as if Armor and Jiawen have already become one.
The aura shocked the students who loved fantasy. Looking at Jarvan in their eyes was like worshiping stars. However, the excitement and madness of the students around him made Nasus feel like he was standing in an ice cave, and the pressure could be enough.
It makes people want to kneel down. This kind of power allows Nasus to clearly feel that Jarvan has had enough patience with him!
Judging from the speed with which Jarvan threw his spear in the void just now, it was very easy to kill two people; this kind of strength was enough to shock everyone, and it was also enough to form a simple deterrent to the upcoming competition.
"Hogengar, please step back first." Jiawen's mouth twitched, his face was blank.
Hogangar, who had just woken up from a dream, knelt down and thanked Jiawen. He looked up at Master Kongji with a guilty look, and then retreated into the formation in embarrassment.
On the field, Nasus's hands dropped mechanically. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't lift it up. The golden spear just now was soft but hard at the back. The force of the rebound actually made Nasus's arms paralyzed and collapsed.
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The speed is fast enough, the energy prediction is accurate enough, the dragon-slaying warrior is both strong and soft. This is Jarvan's terrifying strength. He can send and receive the released fighting spirit freely and transform it as desired. It is unimaginable that his mind and control of energy have reached this level.
What a perverted state!
The instructor, the dean, and the two referees above the field were all silent. It was obvious that they agreed with Jiawen's actions. Only in this way can we achieve the purpose of stopping with silence and killing the chickens to scare the monkeys. Only in this way can all those who dare to offend without overestimating their own abilities can be achieved.
Students who follow the rules realize the eternal philosophy that there is heaven outside the world and there are people outside the world.
But Haotian couldn't sit still, he knew exactly what Jiawen was going to do next.
Nasus's violation is obvious to all. As a referee, Jarvan does not need to be so forceful, but the problem he is facing now does not seem to be a violation of regulations, but also involves Nasus' origin and identity.
When Jiawen was in trouble, he turned back and looked at Haotian.
At this time, Yuri suddenly said calmly: "The Holy Martial Palace wins this round. It's getting late. Jiawen, please announce tomorrow's matchup and then leave."
The dean's words were reasonable, but such words could easily be interpreted as a serious slander of justice bowing to evil. However, when Yuridu said this, Jiawen was speechless.
He turned around, picked up Nasus' weapon, handed it to him, and warned him sternly: "I won't do this again!"
Nasus did not expect that Jarvan would let him go like this, and at the same time, everyone in the Holy Martial Palace felt relieved.
"Thank you, Master Jiawen, for not punishing me. I understand my mistake." Nasus lowered his head. It was the first time he had seen him so frightened, and it was also the first time he had seen him feel so guilty.
This result can not be said to be a happy one. Among them, Master Kongji glanced at Haotian with a dissatisfied look on his face, and the deep meaning in his eyes was one of pride and hatred.
"Everyone is quiet. I understand everyone's desire to win, but this is not a battlefield, this is an academy. You have been friends with each other for many years. As friends who have shared weal and woe, can't we have a fair and upright fighting spirit?
?You, all of you, must be looking forward to entering the Imperial Army. Yes, there is supreme glory and military merit there, but you don’t know how you got it. Now I tell you, the struggle on the battlefield
It's far more intense and cruel than a duel on the martial arts field. You need to be united on the battlefield to fight against the devil. It's not about intrigues or taking advantage of each other. Such a student once again makes me discover that I will permanently cancel his service to the empire.
The reason is very simple. The sages of the Chinese Empire will not let a mouse spoil a pot of soup. Let me give you a preview of the lineup for tomorrow's duel. I hope everyone will go back and prepare well."
After Jiawen said that, he looked at the mentor behind him, then stared at the spiritual power crystal in his hand, and announced the three duels tomorrow.
They are Frank from the Hall of Spirits and Arrows versus Jess from the Hall of Dragons, Randolph from the Hall of Magic versus Panson from the Hall of Dragons, and Ashe from the Hall of Spirits versus Cheek from the Hall of Magic.
It seems that there will be no match at the Holy Martial Palace tomorrow, so everyone does not need to worry too much. They can take a good rest for a day to prepare for the next three battles.
The four major halls retreated from the martial arts arena in order, and the students were given the freedom to study. This freedom was specifically for students who did not have competitions. Those who had competitions prepared carefully in the dormitory, and received help from their roommates or other people.
Analyze and study your opponent's strengths and weaknesses with help.
Jess is no exception. For most students, the protagonists of tomorrow's battle are Jess and Frank. The competition between these two people can be said to be a competition of power and financial resources between two major families; both of them have prominent backgrounds.
The wealthy family has a lot of money, coupled with the long-standing resentment between the two, they are bound to have a fierce fight when they meet.
As for Wang Man, he put all the focus of tomorrow's battle on Ai Xi. Under the night, Wang Man stood alone and quietly at the entrance of Shengwu Palace. The quiet dark clouds hid behind the suspended top of the Lingshan Mountain. It was so long.
The aimless night was spent in dreaming.
According to legend, there are gods in Lingshan Mountain. This view has not been confirmed. Wang Man took the risk of giving it a try and looked up to the sky and prayed silently.
"I hope the gods will protect me, and I wish Ai Xi will be famous in the first battle." Wang Man's lonely figure under the ancient tree looked lonely and desolate. At the same time, Ai Xi was on her way to the Holy Martial Palace. The young and beautiful girl was bound to win the battle against her opponent.
The emperor's subordinates left Wang Man hiding in the snow in this spiritual mountain, feeling reluctant to leave.
What's more, Ai Xi has too many things to tell Wang Man, and Jace has no time to worry about his girlfriend's whereabouts tonight.
Along the way, Ai Xi stopped abruptly in front of the Shengwu Palace. A lonely ancient tree, a roulette wheel, and a rough and attractive man stood quietly. The cold wind blew on his face, and he felt sad. Wang Man's figure made Ai Xi feel guilty.
"Brother?" Ai Xi lowered her voice timidly. She was very afraid that Wang Man would find out and was afraid of missing out, which made her look like she was walking on thin ice.
"Ai Xi! Why are you here?" Wang Man turned around and stepped forward happily. Suddenly he remembered Ai Xi's current identity and stopped involuntarily.
The distance between the two of them is about ten feet, and they don't say much, but they already have obsessions in their hearts.
Ai Xi's face was red from suppressing her emotions, and her snow-white skin was incompatible with the surrounding environment. Wang Man looked at the beauty in front of him and felt that she was far away. He had the impulse in his heart to reach out and touch her, wishing that the wild goose would pass by without a trace, and his love would fall into silence.
"Brother, I...I'm here to see you." Ai Xi's elastic lips were red and pure, and her white teeth were biting the mint, hesitantly, and her expression was elegant. The frost bow and arrow on her back no longer held the naughty hold like before.
On the ground, but with Ash's long hair hanging down around her waist; she is no longer the childish and well-behaved girl before, she has become a cold and aloof frost goddess.
"Ai... Amei, this place is not suitable for you, I... I am not worthy of you." Wang Man, whose mind was in confusion, expressed his tangled difficulties and buried his head in front of the woman.
"No, brother, please listen to my explanation."
"Amei, you go back! There is a competition tomorrow, you have to have a good rest." Wang Man stood up and went back.
Ai Xi quickly caught up and stopped in front of Wang Man. The corners of their brows touched, and the fragrance overflowed, making Wang Man's heart flutter and reining in his horse.
In many years, this was the first time that the two of them had been in such close contact. The tips of their noses were touching, and the breath between their lips was full of elegance and richness. Looking at Ai Xi's slightly closed eyes, Wang Man's heart was pounding, and his heart was violently attacked.