Weapons can be used in ring battles, because for students who practice martial arts, if they cannot use weapons, their strength may only be 70 to 80%.
"What a sharp shot."
"Is this...Chen Zhao practicing marksmanship?"
Some people saw the clues.
Ning Chen also noticed that Chen Zhao had practiced martial arts. His military training score was fourth, with 720 credits, and he had enough credits to exchange for martial arts.
This is not surprising.
Next to her, Su Zhiqing looked nervous, clutching her sleeves, and asked Ning Chen in a low voice: "Ning Chen, do you think he can win?"
Ning Chen didn't answer, it was just the beginning.
when!
There was a sound of metal colliding, and Zheng Yong stepped back. At the same time, he waved the long knife in his hand, slashed at the spear, and chopped the spear crookedly.
The next moment, Zheng Yong's speed exploded. He had obviously practiced some physical skills, and with mysterious steps, he was in front of Chen Zhao in an instant, and he immediately struck with a sword.
"not good."
"Be careful, hide quickly."
"Damn it, Chen Zhao's shot just now was reserved and only hit his shoulder, but he was so vicious and hit Chen Zhao's vitals directly."
Many people in the crowd shouted, accompanied by angry curses.
Zheng Yong struck hard with this sword, and the blade went straight to Chen Zhao's throat. If he was really hit, Chen Zhao's head would be dead.
"Hmph." Chen Zhao snorted angrily, turned his body, dragged the spear back, and used the back end of the gun barrel to point on the long knife, knocking the long knife away.
Zheng Yong was not disappointed when he failed to succeed. He was not impatient and quickly retreated to avoid Chen Zhao's counterattack. He sneered and said: "This is an arena, not a game of house. In ancient times, entering the arena meant signing a life or death contract."
The situation is the difference between life and death. You hesitate to attack and show mercy. You think this is moral, but you don't know that if I were really your enemy, you would already be dead."
These words made Chen Zhao frown, but he did not refute.
Ning Chen was secretly awestruck. Zheng Yong's words sounded uncomfortable, but they were not unreasonable. Don't think that this is an arena battle and that it is in school, so it can be ignored.
If you really get used to it, when you fight the enemy on the battlefield, even if there is the slightest hesitation or hesitation, what is waiting for you is the cold blade of the enemy.
The enemy won't show mercy when they chop off your head.
...
On the arena.
The two of them crossed paths and had exchanged more than a dozen moves. The moves became more and more fierce, and Chen Zhao's attacks became more and more ruthless.
At this time, almost every move of the two men was directed at each other's vital points. The people around them held their breath, and the crowd actually became quiet, and they all stared nervously at the ring.
when!
There was a loud noise, and Chen Zhao's spear vibrated, pushing away Zheng Yong's sword. He then got close, giving up the advantage of the spear, and fought hand to hand.
This was a bit sudden. Zheng Yong was half a beat too slow to react. When he realized it, Chen Zhao was already in front of him and placed a palm on his chest.
With a "bang" sound, Zheng Yong took several steps back.
For a moment, Zheng Yong's face turned a little pale.
"pretty."
"This palm is truly a stroke of genius."
Among the crowd, freshmen cheered.
It seemed that Chen Zhao had the upper hand, and after a dozen or so fights, Chen Zhao finally wounded Zheng Yong with one palm, and the balance of victory was tilting towards him.
However, Zheng Yong suddenly laughed, and the corner of his mouth raised with a hint of arc: "I planned to play with you for a while, so as not to lose you too quickly. Now it seems that I have indeed underestimated you, boy, I want to
Seriously."
"this......"
"What does he mean by that?"
The first-year students were shocked and couldn't help but change their expressions.
Whoosh!
Zheng Yong took action, and his speed suddenly increased. He was a few minutes faster than before. He was in front of Chen Zhao in an instant, and slashed head-on with his long knife.
"not good."
Chen Zhao's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly raised his spear and blocked it with his spear. He only heard a "dang" sound, and the long knife fell on the barrel of the spear. The shock made Chen Zhao's hand numb.
The next moment, before he could step back and distance himself, Zheng Yong struck down with his sword again at a tricky angle, slashing horizontally towards Chen Zhao's right hand holding the gun.
"careful."
People yelled.
The hair on Chen Zhao's body stood up, and he let go of the spear with his right hand to avoid the knife. But before he could hold the spear again, Zheng Yong kicked him, landed on the spear, kicked the spear away, and then walked away with the knife and rushed towards him.
He chopped it down with Chen Zhao.
The sword came too fast, and Chen Zhaozhong's door was wide open. Without the protection of the spear, his vitals were completely exposed to the sword.
People's hearts were in their throats.
Some girls were so frightened that they covered their eyes. Su Zhiqing covered her eyes with one hand and held Ning Chen's clothes with the other, turning away and not daring to look again.
"The outcome has been decided."
A voice sounded.
Suddenly, a figure appeared on the ring. Standing next to Chen Zhao and Zheng Yong, it was a teacher. He stretched out two fingers and pinched the back of the long knife.
With only two fingers, the long knife could no longer move an inch. The blade stopped three-thirds of the way above Chen Zhao's head and could no longer be lowered.
Seeing the teacher take action, the students were relieved. They were really scared at that moment.
The outcome of this game was decided. Chen Zhao lost, losing a full 20 points.
Chen Zhao walked down the ring with an ugly face, while Zheng Yong continued to stay on the ring, scanning the freshman students: "Does anyone else dare to come up?"
Down below, people were whispering.
"Still lost."
"Hey, I thought Chen Zhao was going to win just now, but I didn't expect he still lost."
"As expected of a senior, he is so strong."
The battle was exciting, but Chen Zhao still lost, which was a huge blow to the freshmen. They were unwilling to accept it, but no one dared to go up.
Xiaoting looked at the ring angrily and touched Ning Chen: "Hey, you are the number one in our freshman year. Come on up."
When did I become number one in my freshman year?
Ning Chen rolled his eyes, that's just the first place in military training. If your words spread, the people in the warrior class will definitely not be convinced.
"Do you know what kind of cultivation level Zheng Yong is? Is he in the middle or high level of the first level, or is he at the peak of the first level?" Ning Chen said angrily: "I've made it clear that I came prepared, so I'm not afraid at all. You can do it on your own.
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"You...have no idea." Xiaoting said angrily.
Hey, I don't agree with what you said. How do you know if you haven't tried it? I'm not afraid to tell you that my gun is much more powerful than Chen Zhao's gun.
Ning Chen curled his lips, she was just a girl, he didn't bother to care about it.
At this moment, another student from the martial arts class stepped onto the stage, but was defeated without even being able to sustain ten moves, and also lost 20 credits.
You know, 20 credits is not a small amount. It is equivalent to 600,000 Daxia coins. Ning Chen has to admit that the speed of making money is comparable to robbery.
Students from two martial arts classes were defeated in a row, and the morale of the first-year students was at rock bottom.
On the ring, Zheng Yong stood proudly and said in an arrogant tone: "Why, there is no one who can fight? You don't even dare to go on stage. It seems that your freshman warrior class is a bunch of rubbish."
This is so insulting.
A boy as tall as an iron tower jumped onto the ring and shouted at Zheng Yong: "I'll do it!"