Jiang Qu only felt a powerful force coming towards him, and he almost couldn't hold the sword in his hand. The terrible force was transmitted to his body, causing severe pain in his arm and trembling in his organs.
"How could..." Jiang Qu stepped back, his face full of shock. He did not expect that Han Zhong's stick was so powerful, and he suffered a big loss.
Not only Jiang Qu was surprised, but others were also surprised.
There was an exclamation among the onlookers. They did not expect that Han Zhong's stick was so powerful that even Jiang Qu, who was in the second level, was injured.
"This is not the pinnacle of the first grade."
"Nonsense, how can a first-level peak be so strong? This is a second-level warrior. When did Han Zhong become a second-level warrior?"
People have understood that Han Zhong is not the peak of the first rank, but the second rank.
Qin Province Martial Arts Academy.
From the team leader Xu Tai to several team members, their expressions all changed.
Obviously, the information they got was wrong. Han Zhong was not a first-grade warrior, but a second-grade warrior!
...
On the arena.
Jiang Qu suffered a big loss and instantly realized that he was wrong. The opponent was stronger than he thought and was in the second level like himself.
"You bastard, you are obviously a second-grade man, but you are pretending to be a first-class man." Jiang Qu's heart was filled with rage. He roared, waved the long knife in his hand, jumped up in the air, and struck Han Zhong with one blow.
Han Zhong was not afraid at all.
After breaking through to the second level, Shen Yingyuan asked him to choose a weapon. Originally, he planned to choose a combat knife because he and Ning Chen used to use knives in sparring.
But later he felt uncomfortable. He was already good at strength, but now that he had broken through to the second level, he was even more powerful and needed a heavy weapon.
Finally, he chose this long stick.
As the saying goes, one inch is longer and one inch is stronger. The long stick is in hand, and Han Zhong is good at strength. He is not afraid of a head-on collision with Jiang Qu. He holds the long stick with both hands, turns his body, and rushes towards Jiang Qu.
when!
There was a loud sound, and the long stick and the sword collided.
puff!
Blood flew everywhere, and Jiang Qu opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood. His whole body was blown away, and the sword in his hand trembled, buzzed, and flew away from his hand.
"this......"
This result makes people dizzy and unbelievable.
Jiang Qu, who obviously had a higher level of cultivation, took the initiative to attack, but this was the result. Han Zhong's strength once again surprised them.
"Haha." Shen Yingyuan laughed and said to himself: "Although Han Zhong is only in the first stage of the second rank, in terms of strength alone, he is not inferior to the middle rank of the second rank, or even more. In addition, the stick weighs six hundred
Jiang Qu wants to confront Han Zhong head-on with a long stick weighing 5 pounds, what do you think?"
He is very happy.
Although I was originally optimistic about Han Zhong, I expected that it would not be easy for Han Zhong to win.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Qu underestimated the enemy too much and suffered a big loss in the first fight. Then he had a head-on confrontation with Han Zhong and suffered a big loss again.
In fact, it's not Jiang Qu's fault. He didn't know that Han Zhong's strength was so terrifying, and he didn't know that the long stick in Han Zhong's hand weighed six hundred kilograms. Because he originally thought that Han Zhong was only a first-level peak person, and that stupid first-level peak person could use it.
Such a heavy weapon?
As a result...he was miserable.
After only two moves, Jiang Qu vomited blood and the sword in his hand flew away.
Without weapons and being injured and vomiting blood, his strength was only half at best, and he was no longer a match for Han Zhong.
In the end, Han Zhong knocked Jiang Qu out of the ring and won the battle.
When the battle ended, the crowd was silent for two seconds, and then they burst into loud cheers. The sound was like thunder, resounding throughout the martial arts hall.
This battle surprised, surprised, and excited people.
Especially boys, they liked Han Zhong's powerful and violent style, which aroused their hormones. They all screamed and cheered loudly for Han Zhong.
There were also some students who secretly shrank their heads and felt a chill in their vests. Not long ago, they had a fight with Han Zhong because they spoke ill of Ning Chen, cursed Ning Chen.
Several senior students beat Han Zhong because of their higher cultivation level than Han Zhong.
Now that Han Zhong has become a second-level player, and seeing his fighting style so violent, several people feel terrified. Taking one look at the long stick, they feel like they are going to lose sleep tonight.
Han Zhong walked off the stage.
"I knew you were a kid." Liu Wenwen raised her fist and hit Han Zhong on the chest.
"Tsk, tsk, you are more violent than me." Chen Zhao clicked his tongue.
In fact, he just fought hard and fiercely, not violently, at least not comparable to a tower-like strength player like Han Zhong.
Shen Yingyuan also praised Han Zhong a few words.
Fu Hai was the only one who didn't say a word. He clenched his fists tightly, feeling like his heart was so depressed that he was going to explode. First he was suppressed by Chen Zhao, and now even Han Zhong is more beautiful than him.
Why?
Why?
Fu Hai's eyes turned red.
...
After two battles, both sides won one and lost one.
The next third scene was the key. People all looked at Yang Xuan and Jiang Yun.
Yang Xuan still looked arrogant, his chin raised, giving people an extremely arrogant feeling, and he seemed not worried about the upcoming battle.
Jiang Yun was always aloof, not caring about other people's opinions, and did not look at Yang Xuan, like a fairy from the Nine Heavens who did not disturb the dust.
After a while, the third battle began.
The two walked onto the ring and faced each other across the ring.
"Qin Province Martial Arts Academy, Yang Xuan." Yang Xuan spoke first, with an arrogant expression, "You are very strong, and I like girls like you. Let's have a meal together after this fight. I'll treat you. Don't refuse." "
Wow!
People were in an uproar again.
Yang Xuan was not only arrogant, but also very confident. He said "don't refuse", but in fact his tone sounded more like "don't refuse". Even when he invited girls to eat together, he was so arrogant, with a condescending attitude.
The key is, the opposite person is Jiang Yun.
This is a third-grade peak martial artist, the number one master in the first year of Beijing Martial Arts Academy, and the goddess in the hearts of countless students of Beijing Martial Arts Academy.
"Gan, what does this kid mean?"
"Made, this guy has a trick in his head, isn't he? He's too arrogant. Hey, do you dare to come down? I can't beat you to death."
"Yang Xuan, get out of here. I want to fight you. You are insulting our goddess. I want to duel with you..."
People are angry.
A group of people shouted towards the field.
Of course, they all have a certain degree of confidence. After all, Yang Xuan is at least the peak of the third level, and even the fourth level. Without any confidence or strength, he dare not challenge him.
On the ring, Yang Xuan looked at the people below, raised his chin, and said calmly: "You...are not worthy of me to take action."
What?
Fuck, this is intolerable.
These words were so insulting that no one could bear it. Someone immediately rushed to the ring and taught Yang Xuan how to speak and behave.
The referee also had a headache and released his own breath.
A strong man with a sixth-grade golden body. When he released his aura, golden light bloomed from his body, and his aura made it difficult for all the students to breathe.
The referee said: "Quiet, this is a martial arts competition, please don't affect the competition." Then he looked at Yang Xuan and warned: "Classmate Yang Xuan, this is a martial arts competition, please don't do anything unrelated to it, otherwise
I have the right to disqualify you from the competition and directly determine that you lose."
Yang Xuan had a smile on his face and looked like he didn't care, but he didn't say anything else.
Sonorous!
Suddenly, Jiang Yun drew her sword, and the sword was like a rainbow.