The martial arts hall of the Capital Martial Arts Academy also has a ring, which is very wide, much larger than that of Linjiang No. 1 Middle School.
There were many people standing around the ring, and there was a lot of discussion.
"Hey, there's another good show to watch."
"These freshmen have no brains. Do they really think they can challenge the seniors in the upper grades? Little do they know that they are just leeks."
"That's not true. One crop after another has been cut. Mad, we were cut last year too. It's really annoying to think about it."
"Okay, isn't it our turn to cut others?"
There are many senior students here, with relaxed expressions, because they have all been in school for two or three years. They are sophomores, juniors, and even seniors. They are no strangers to this kind of thing, and they do not think that freshmen
What kind of waves can a rookie make? He is extremely calm.
Of course, there are also many first-year students.
It's not just the students in the warrior class, many are students in the ordinary class. Although they are fighting against first-level warriors today, as freshmen, they are still very concerned about it.
One is curious about how strong the students in the warrior class are, and the other is curious about the strength of the sophomore and junior students.
When Ning Chen arrived, he heard someone next to him saying: "The senior class will probably win. After all, they have studied for two more years than us."
"Well, the senior class won in the past two days. It seems that they only lost once." Another student nodded and said.
"I heard that the loss was actually intentional by the senior class. They wanted to catch fish and give us freshmen a little hope and make us feel that we have hope of winning."
The man from before said mysteriously: "Because only in this way will we actively participate in the ring battle and bet against them. If we freshmen can't even win a game and everyone loses, who will bet against them?"
, whose credits are they going to win?”
Listening to the discussion between the two, Ning Chen remembered the information about the arena battle that Xiao Qi had introduced to him.
This should be an arena battle.
It seems that Chen Zhao is challenging the first-level warriors of the senior class, but things don't seem to be simple. The senior students seem to be fishing, trying to cut leeks and harvest the credits of the freshmen.
"Han Zhong."
Suddenly, Ning Chen saw a guy who looked like an iron tower, it was Han Zhong.
Han Zhong also saw Ning Chen, smiled naively at him, ran over and said, "You're here too."
"Ning Chen."
Another voice came.
But it was the round-faced girl Su Zhiqing, Li Qin, and Xiaoting.
"Su Zhiqing." Ning Chen waved with a smile. He didn't forget the girl's name this time, otherwise it would be too embarrassing.
Hearing Ning Chen call her name, Su Zhiqing laughed happily, her eyebrows were curved, and she was still so pretty and cute.
Three people came closer.
"This is my roommate, Han Zhong." Ning Chen introduced him and asked the three of them, "Why are there only three of you and the other two?"
"The three of us were in one class, and the other two went to another class," Li Qin said.
I see.
Ning Chen suddenly realized that he and the others found a place with a better view and looked towards the arena.
I saw two people standing on the ring. One was Chen Zhao from the warrior class, and the other was a senior. He was about 1.8 meters tall, with a well-proportioned figure and short hair. However, the hair on both sides near the ears was dyed
It's yellow and looks weird.
Su Zhiqing stood next to Ning Chen, pouting and saying, "These seniors are so bullying. Our freshman students have lost a lot of credits to them these days."
"Oh?" Ning Chen raised his eyebrows and looked at her doubtfully.
Su Zhiqing said: "The arena battle is usually a challenge between people of the same realm. There are also non-martial arts students in the upper grades. They will challenge our freshman non-martial arts students to bet on credits. Many people lost in the arena battle and lost to the senior students.
That’s a lot of credits.”
Ning Chen suddenly realized, no wonder he said it was cutting leeks.
If it were just a warrior class, there would only be a few dozen people in total, and not all of them would be able to go to the ring, let alone cut leeks, but if non-martial artists were included, there would be many.
"Yes, there are also non-martial arts students in the sophomore and junior years. They stay in school for an extra year or two. Even if their cultivation level is only about the first level, they may have martial arts and body skills. Freshman students, especially non-martial arts students
Most of the students have not practiced martial arts or body skills, so they are naturally no match for them." Ning Chen shook his head secretly, how could he win?
The winning rate is too low.
Generally speaking, if sophomores and juniors are still stuck in the non-martial arts realm, if they don't want to lose their future and break through with realm-breaking pills, they will most likely turn to practicing martial arts, body skills, etc.
Being stuck at a bottleneck cannot be broken through in a moment or three. What they spend two or three years doing is, of course, practicing martial arts and body skills to improve their actual combat capabilities as much as possible.
Freshmen have just entered the school and are still in the promotion period. Many of them have not even reached the quasi-first-grade limit. The most important thing for them is to practice to the quasi-first-grade limit, and then seek to complete a breakthrough in the shortest time and become a warrior.
Of course, most first-year non-martial arts students do not have so many credits to redeem martial arts, and they will not waste credits to redeem martial arts.
Wouldn't it be better to use some points to exchange for more elixirs to assist cultivation?
Therefore, I am afraid that as the previous student said, the senior class lost the game on purpose just to catch the freshman.
At this time, Han Zhong spoke: "Most of the people who entered the ring before were non-martialists, but they basically lost. It's okay to lose, but those seniors talked very hard, and they made sarcastic comments every time they won. Chen Zhao saw
I couldn’t get through, so I took the initiative to challenge the senior first-level warriors.”
Ning Chen understood that the deliberate sarcasm was probably done by the senior students, in order to stimulate the freshmen students.
After all, they are a group of young people aged 18 or 19, who are full of blood and are easily impulsive. Once they are stimulated and their brains are excited, they will go up regardless of whether they can win or not.
Won't you get cut as soon as you go up?
On the stage.
Chen Zhao looked at the other party and took the initiative to sign up: "Freshman year, Chen Zhao."
The person opposite looked relaxed and said with a smile: "Sophomore, Zheng Yong. Boy, I heard that you were ranked fourth in the military training in your freshman year. Is this how you dare to challenge me?"
Chen Zhao frowned, his face was gloomy, and he said angrily: "Don't you think it's too much to do this? It's not easy for everyone to get credits. What's more, many of our freshman students have less than 100 credits, so we lost to you.
What should they do with their cultivation?"
This question immediately resonated with the freshman students.
They had been holding back their anger for the past few days. At this moment, Chen Zhao raised his head, and many students outside the arena immediately agreed.
"It's just, it's too much."
"We are all students from the Capital Martial Arts Academy. We call you senior and senior when we meet each other. This is how you treat us. Don't you feel guilty?"
"Bah, isn't it just because we are in a better school than us? If we also practice in school for a year or two, we will definitely be no worse than you."
Everyone was talking and denounced.
On the ring, Zheng Yong sneered and said: "A bunch of rookies, do you know what the path of martial arts is? Warriors must compete, and warriors must fight. Even if we are students from the same school, martial arts is like sailing against the current, everyone
How can we talk about fairness in a fight for crossing?"
"What's more, even though you are a senior, many of the people you fight against are still non-martialists. Everyone has the same level of cultivation, but you are just inferior in skills."
This statement failed to convince the first-year students, and many people criticized Zheng Yong for his "strong words".
Zheng Yong curled his lips and stopped explaining.
Other senior students didn't explain it, because they were freshmen and had experienced this, but this kind of thing has always been like this. Since the school doesn't care about it, it means it is inevitable.
"Stop talking nonsense and let's get started." Zheng Yong said.
Chen Zhao was not polite and launched the attack first. He used a long spear. With a shake of his hands, he pulled out a spear and pierced Zheng Yong's shoulder.