A punch was thrown out and landed on Yang Yan's body.
Chen Zhao didn't hold back at all, and sent Yang Yan flying dozens of meters. She spurted out a mouthful of blood in the air and landed directly outside the ring.
The outcome has been decided, Yang Yan lost!
The team members from Longjiang Martial Arts Academy quickly ran to Yang Yan. Zhang Zhipeng helped Yang Yan up and asked, "How are you?"
Yang Yan shook her head: "I'm fine."
Her eyes were still looking at the ring, with a look of reluctance, because she felt that she had a chance of winning.
The teacher leading the team came over and blamed himself: "It's my fault, you shouldn't have been the first to go up. If you hadn't been restrained by the opponent, you would have won with your cultivation."
Yang Yan felt even more uncomfortable, because she could actually restrain Chen Zhao, but she was in this situation because she lost the initiative at the beginning.
Duan Fei sighed secretly, Yang Yan still lacked combat experience.
If you have enough combat experience, you won't lose the initiative so easily. Even if you lose the initiative, you should be able to turn the situation around later.
In fact, it is not difficult to reverse the situation. Just compete with Chen Zhao in ruthlessness. Whoever is more ruthless to himself and is more willing to fight for his life will have the upper hand.
Unfortunately, Yang Yan also lost on this point.
"It doesn't matter." Duan Fei took a deep breath and comforted Yang Yan, "I just lost one game, and there are still two more."
...
This is the Capital Martial Arts Academy.
Chen Zhao walked off the ring and returned to his teammates.
There were many students from the Beijing Martial Arts Academy surrounding him, and they all cheered for him.
"Nice job."
"sharp."
His teammates also greeted Chen Zhao, smiling and praising him.
Shen Yingyuan patted Chen Zhao on the shoulder and said with a smile: "You played very well and did not disappoint everyone. Next, take a good rest and recuperate, and leave the rest to your teammates."
Chen Zhao nodded and said to Jiang Yun, "Leave it to you."
As for Fu Hai, who was preparing for the second step, he simply ignored him.
Fu Hai secretly clenched his fists, with a gentle smile on his face, but he was cursing in his heart: "Isn't it just a win? What does it matter?"
There were three battles in total, and the interval between them was not long, only about ten minutes, and they passed quickly.
The second game begins.
This time, the one attending Longjiang Martial Arts Academy is Zhang Zhipeng, while the one attending Beijing Martial Arts Academy is Fu Hai.
Both of them are in the first stage of the second rank. When their cultivation levels are the same, it depends on who has better martial arts and body skills and can perform better on the spot.
In fact, the two of them were very close in strength, and they were in a state of anxiety from the beginning. They were going back and forth, but no one was able to take advantage.
For Zhang Zhipeng, they have already lost one game, and this second game must be won. Only by winning can they have a chance.
If we lose this game, it will be over immediately.
Even if Duan Fei wins later, there is no point.
As for Fu Hai, he wants to prove himself, so he must win this game and tell everyone that if Chen Zhao can win, so can he.
However, the two of them exchanged dozens of moves, but neither could defeat the other, which made everyone watching the battle anxious.
"Why can't we tell the winner?"
"The strength of the two is so close that it is difficult to tell the winner. Now it depends on who can resist. The one who persists until the end is the winner."
"Come on Zhang Zhipeng!"
"Come on Fu Hai, we must win."
Some people talked and some shouted, cheering for the two of them.
Listening to someone shouting "Come on Fu Hai, we must win", Fu Hai became more and more anxious.
Being unable to defeat Zhang Zhipeng for such a long time frustrates his original confidence and he begins to become anxious, eager to defeat the opponent immediately.
"not good."
Suddenly, Shen Yingyuan's expression changed slightly and he let out a low cry.
On the stage, Fu Hai suddenly gave up his defense and went all out to attack, with a long sword flying in his hand, looking very fierce.
But Shen Yingyuan couldn't help but frown, because Fu Hai's approach was too radical and he completely gave up defense. It was tantamount to gambling that he could defeat his opponent in a short time.
If he cannot do this, his opponent will surely seize the loopholes in his defense and give him a thunderous blow.
This is indeed the case.
Fu Hai was anxious. He couldn't control his emotions and wanted to defeat Zhang Zhipeng with a fierce attack and win the game.
Zhang Zhipeng also saw Fu Hai's intention, and couldn't help but feel moved. While dealing with it carefully, he observed Fu Hai and observed his defensive loopholes.
While Fu Hai couldn't hold back at first, Zhang Zhipeng calmed down.
At this moment, it seemed that Fu Hai had the upper hand and his offensive was fierce.
But in fact, Zhang Zhipeng had the upper hand mentally. His opponent had lost his cool. This was his chance. As long as he found the right opportunity, he could deliver a fatal blow to Fu Hai.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute..." Zhang Zhipeng stared at Fu Hai closely, ignoring the increasing number of scars on his body. He was waiting for the opportunity.
An opportunity to defeat the enemy with one strike!
Finally, he got his chance.
After Fu Hai's fierce offensive, as his physical strength declined, his attacks slowed down and his defensive loopholes became more obvious.
At this time, Zhang Zhipeng attacked decisively. He also gave up his defense and thrust out a sword that he had prepared for a long time. The blade was pointed directly at Fu Hai's throat, aiming to kill him with one blow.
"not good."
Fu Hai was shocked. He wanted to dodge, but his steps didn't follow his orders. He wanted to block with his sword, but it was too late.
The onlookers all exclaimed.
Shen Yingyuan sighed secretly and shouted loudly: "We admit defeat!"
Hearing the shout, the referee quickly took action and was on the ring in an instant, holding the blade of Zhang Zhipeng's sword that was stabbing Fu Hai's throat.
The long sword is restrained and difficult to thrust out.
Although this move failed to actually hit Fu Hai, Zhang Zhipeng smiled because his goal had been achieved.
The referee announced: "The winner has been decided, Longjiang Martial Arts Academy, Zhang Zhipeng wins!"
For a moment, the people from Longjiang Martial Arts Academy jumped up, shouted excitedly, hugged each other, and celebrated the victory.
All the students from the Capital Martial Arts Academy were silent at this moment.
"Hey, Fu Hai is too impatient."
"Yes, he was so eager to win that he gave up on defense."
"Many people say that Fu Hai is stronger than Chen Zhao. He even defeated Chen Zhao in an arena battle. Chen Zhao was just lucky enough to get to the second level first. I originally thought that was the case, but now it seems that I was wrong. We It’s all wrong.”
"Compared with Chen Zhao's battle just now, Fu Hai's performance was indeed much worse. It was not at the same level at all..."
Some people in the crowd lamented that they were disappointed with Hai.
There are also people who compare Fu Hai and Chen Zhao. They praise Chen Zhao verbally, while Fu Hai is disappointed and unreliable.
Fu Hai walked off the stage.
Shen Yingyuan and Zhao Xu both comforted him. Jiang Yun was cold and cold from beginning to end. Han Zhong, Chen Zhao, and Liu Wenwen all refused to deal with Fu Hai, so naturally they would not comfort him.
There were also comments from the crowd. Those voices reached Fu Hai's ears, making Fu Hai even more angry. He gritted his teeth and lowered his head to prevent others from seeing his eyes and expressions - at this moment, his