Seeing Han Zhong jump onto the ring, the freshman immediately cheered up and started cheering for Han Zhong and cheering him on.
Zheng Yong looked Han Zhong up and down with a smile on his face: "The boy is quite strong, but a warrior's ring battle is not a street fight, so being strong is useless."
Han Zhong glared at Zheng Yong, but he still gave people a naive feeling when he spoke: "I just can't stand you bullying others, and I want to beat you."
Ha ha......
A group of senior students burst into laughter.
Zheng Yong was also amused: "Boy, I see you are quite honest. I will be merciful later. But since it is an arena battle, the lottery cannot be less. It is meaningless to always have a lottery of 20 credits. This round I will give you 30 credits.
Do you dare to bet?"
When he heard 30 credits, Han Zhong hesitated. He hesitated for a moment before gritting his teeth: "30 is 30, it's a bet."
"Okay." Zheng Yong nodded, "Let's get started."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Yong had already pounced on Han Zhong, and struck Han Zhong head-on with his long sword.
Han Zhong did not use weapons and used his bare hands. Instead of retreating, he moved forward at an extremely fast speed that was not commensurate with his size. He instantly closed the distance with Zheng Yong and punched Zheng Yong, breaking the air.
Turn on and make a low sound.
"What a sharp punch."
"Indeed, what kind of boxing technique is this? Does it feel very powerful?"
People were surprised and a little surprised.
Compared to Chen Zhao, who ranked fourth in military training in his freshman year, Han Zhong was not well-known. Even those who cheered for him in his freshman year admired his courage rather than his strength.
No one expected that he was so strong.
"This punch is at least in the middle of the first rank." Ning Chen was also surprised. When the military training rewards were announced, no one seemed to hear anyone talking about Han Zhong's name, which meant that he did not perform well in military training, but with his strength
, shouldn’t be.
On the stage.
When Han Zhong punched him, Zheng Yong's expression couldn't help but change.
He felt the danger coming from Han Zhong's fist. At this moment, his long knife had reached the top of Han Zhong's head, but he hesitated.
Because even if his sword fell, Han Zhong's fist would fall on him at the same time, and the power of that shocking punch should not be underestimated.
In the end, both sides may suffer losses.
The purpose of this kind of "cutting leeks" arena battle is to earn credits for senior students, but if they get injured, it's not very cost-effective. Not only will it delay their own training, but the earned credits will also have to be used to buy healing.
Pill, too bad.
"Hmph." Zheng Yong snorted coldly, chose to draw his knife and retreat, fell backwards, used his body technique, and instantly retreated several meters away.
This time it failed to hurt Han Zhong, but it also caused Han Zhong's fist to miss.
But the next moment, Han Zhong pounced on Zheng Yong, still using his fists. The tall man, who was just over 1.9 meters tall, punched fiercely, like a glaring King Kong, with astonishing momentum.
"when!"
Zheng Yong blocked with his sword horizontally, and Han Zhong's fist hit the long sword, making a crisp sound. The long sword clanged, and the huge power shocked Zheng Yong's heart. He was unable to use the move he originally planned to counterattack.
I had to continue to retreat.
But Han Zhong pressed forward step by step, his two fists were in close contact with each other, punching the long knife one after another, like striking iron.
"This guy has such a hard fist."
"Zheng Yong has been suppressed, so he can only defend passively. The situation is very unfavorable."
Some people commented that they were senior students, and they all frowned.
The first-year students, with their eyes shining and excited, cheered loudly for Han Zhong.
"Damn it." Zheng Yong kept retreating along the edge of the ring. The force coming from the long knife made his arms numb, and he couldn't help but feel annoyed. He was a high-ranking first-level practitioner, but he was defeated by a first-level rookie who was at most a middle-level one.
The guy was suppressed.
Frustrated.
"Get out of here."
Suddenly, Zheng Yong shouted violently, and suddenly withdrew his defense. He was punched by Han Zhong, but he also got a chance to breathe, with a sword as long as a rainbow, and he lifted up.
boom!
puff!
In an instant, Zheng Yong's body was shaken violently. His left shoulder was hit by Han Zhong, and his face was twisted in pain. At the same time, he raised his long knife, and Han Zhong turned sideways, but still a little slower. A button was cut on his chest, and there was
Blood flowed out.
This sword was extremely dangerous. If Han Zhong had been slower, he would have been seriously injured.
Ning Chen frowned and looked at the teacher beside the ring. The teacher did not take action and looked calm. He immediately realized that although the school would control the ring battle within a certain range and did not want students to kill each other, it was allowed.
hurt.
After all, if injuries are not allowed, what's the point of fighting in the ring?
"Han Zhong, be careful." Ning Chen shouted.
"Yeah." Han Zhong responded. Both he and Zheng Yong were injured, but they were also angry. No one was going to stop fighting.
The next moment, the two collided together. Zheng Yong's sword was as long as a rainbow, and the force was terrifying. The air was cut, making a "chichi" sound.
Han Zhong's iron fist was also very powerful. Every time Han Zhong's fist hit the long sword, punch after punch, it made a "dang-dang" sound.
Watching this kind of duel made the onlookers terrified.
Some girls saw blood oozing out of Han Zhong's chest and were too scared to look any further, but they couldn't help but move their fingers to peek, wanting to see if Han Zhong could win.
"puff!"
There was a soft sound, and Han Zhong was stabbed in the arm. His clothes were torn, revealing strong muscles, and there was also a wound, which was bloody and bloody.
After all, Han Zhong is only at the middle level of the first level, while Zheng Yong is at the high level of the first level. If he keeps using offense instead of defense and continues to output, there is still hope of defeating Zheng Yong.
But just now Zheng Yong struggled with his injury to get a chance to breathe and changed from passive defense to active offense. The situation has already turned around.
"Go to hell."
On the ring, Zheng Yong's expression was ferocious, like a jackal after seeing blood. His sword skills became more and more crazy, and the sword never left Han Zhong to harm him.
But Han Zhong could only retreat.
"Han Zhong, admit defeat." Ning Chen shouted, looking at the teacher, but saw that the teacher still had no intention of taking action.
Do you have to be on the verge of life and death before you take action?
Ning Chen was angry, he grabbed the knife cassette, jumped more than ten meters, and stepped onto the ring. The knife cassette was opened in the air, and he pulled out the long knife and blocked it in front of Han Zhong.
when!
Long knife collides with long knife.
Ning Chen took a step back, blocking Han Zhong behind him, and said to Zheng Yong: "He gave up, you won this round."
Han Zhong clenched his fists with unwilling eyes: "Ning Chen."
"Listen to me." Ning Chen said in a deep voice.
This is an arena battle. If Han Zhong does not admit defeat and continues to fight, even if the teacher takes action in the end, he will not lose his life, but the injury will definitely be serious.
Not only did he lose 30 credits, he was also seriously injured.
Han Zhong was still unwilling, but he chose to listen to Ning Chen. Zheng Yong, who was opposite him, had a ferocious expression on his face, but he refused to give up: "Huh, who do you think you are? This is an arena battle. Do you understand the rules? Why did you jump up?
Do you want to fight me on his behalf?"
Ning Chen narrowed his eyes and said, "Okay."
This answer was somewhat beyond Zheng Yong's expectations. He didn't expect Ning Chen to be so straightforward. He stared at Ning Chen for a while and said, "Although you replaced him, if he loses, he loses. The 30 credits are mine.
Also, if you want to fight me, you have to win, and this time I bet 50 credits."
This cannot be refused, because there are rules for fighting in the arena. No one else is allowed to destroy it until one party admits defeat or the teacher comes out at the moment of life and death.
Ning Chen broke the rules and had to agree to Zheng Yong's conditions.
"Okay." Ning Chen didn't hesitate, turned around and patted Han Zhong on the shoulder, "You go down and treat the wound first, and leave the rest to me."
"Ning Chen, you..." Han Zhong was a little worried.
"Don't worry." Ning Chen smiled and said, "I am number one in military training."