A wound appeared on Ning Chen's left shoulder, and the flesh and blood rolled around. He Jun was also hit by Ning Chen's punch, blood spurted from his nostrils, and his head felt dizzy.
"You're going to lose."
A voice sounded in He Jun's ears, and his heart trembled. He quickly swung his dagger and slashed, only to hear a "pop" sound, which seemed to be a hit.
He was overjoyed, but at the next moment, a thunderous attack came. First, his right wrist felt painful and numb for an instant, and the dagger attack also stopped. Then, a series of fists fell on his face, hitting him in the brain.
It's buzzing inside.
"Oh..."
Outside the ring, people smacked their lips.
Ning Chen ignored the sharpness of the dagger and leaned close to He Jun. Then he punched in a series of punches, one after another, in a desperate posture, exchanging injuries for injuries.
The difference is that the wounds on Ning Chen's body were bleeding and looked miserable, but in fact they were just superficial wounds, not vital, and did not affect his actions. His fists were still sharp; but He Jun was punched in the face and was beaten.
Almost lost consciousness.
boom!
With the last punch, He Jun was blown away and fell to the ground motionless. He had fainted.
Ning Chen stood on the stage, panting heavily. He looked very embarrassed. There were sword wounds on his shoulders, arms, and chest. Blood was gushing out, and his clothes were dyed red.
"Gan!" Ning Chen cursed secretly.
Although they were all skin injuries, it was impossible for him to kill He Jun to replenish his body. Without the energy gift from the Bronze Immortal Palace, the injuries would be much slower to heal.
Fortunately, he won 300 points, and he planned to go to Xiao Qi later to buy some healing elixirs.
Ning Chen glanced at He Jun. He was depressed about this battle, but he did not regret it. This was not the battle he wanted. He did not want to fight this, but when the battle started, he would never
There was the slightest hesitation and hesitation.
"Ning Chen wins!"
the teacher announced.
For a moment, the whole place was in a state of shock.
People looked at Ning Chen in shock. Even the senior students had a bit of fear in their eyes. Ning Chen was too strong and too ruthless.
He Jun did not lose because of his inferior cultivation, nor did he lose because of his martial arts or body skills, but because he was not ruthless enough and was not ruthless enough to himself.
Once he was injured, all he thought about was how to defend himself and avoid being injured again, but Ning Chen did not hesitate to trade injuries for injuries and was cruel enough to himself, and that was how he defeated He Jun.
"Who else?" Ning Chen yelled.
The senior students were all silent.
Ning Chen was covered in blood, but his steps were still steady as he walked down the stage step by step.
"Ning Chen."
Su Zhiqing, Han Zhong, Li Qin, and Xiao Ting hurriedly came over and held Ning Chen's arms with worried expressions, even Xiao Ting, who had been blaming him.
Ning Chen smiled and shook his head: "It's okay, it's just a skin injury. I can exchange it for a few healing pills and rest for a few days."
"I have pills." Su Zhiqing quickly took out a small bottle, poured out a few first-grade healing pills, and brought them to Ning Chen's mouth.
This stupid and cute girl actually exchanged for a first-grade healing pill?
Ning Chen was surprised.
Healing pills are conventional pills that can treat internal and external injuries, accelerate hemostasis, and make injuries heal faster, but they are not considered miraculous.
So it’s not expensive. One first-grade healing elixir only costs 2 credits. But no one buys this kind of thing in twos. They buy it in ten or twenty, because it’s not just a matter of taking one, it’s routine.
Consumables.
That is to say, outside warriors, such as Li Chongfang, Chen Min and others from the Linjiang Special Operations Office, often fight against terrifying creatures, so their demand for healing pills is relatively high.
In fact, many first-level students at the Capital Martial Arts Academy don't buy this thing very much, and they don't fight with others unless they want to participate in a ring battle.
Even when participating in ring battles, most of them are done after the fight is over, because you may not be injured, and if you are not injured, you don’t need to buy it.
If you have this money, it would be better to spend it on other things.
Su Zhiqing is not a wealthy person. It only costs 150 credits in total. This bottle of healing pills only has about ten pills, which is 20 credits. Why did she buy this?
Sensing the strange look in Ning Chen's eyes, Li Qin explained: "This girl was frightened by the previous military training, so she bought some healing pills."
"Oh." Ning Chen nodded, swallowed the healing pills, and said, "When I redeem them, I can pay you back, or I can give you the credits directly."
"No, no, no." Su Zhiqing waved her hands, a little embarrassed, because she redeemed the healing pill purely because she was too timid. She not only redeemed the healing pill, but also the poison avoidance pill, the intermittent pill, etc.... all of them
Life-saving elixir.
For this matter, she was even taught a lesson by Li Qin.
Credits are hard to come by, and every credit is important. If you don’t use it to improve your cultivation, spending it on these things is not a waste.
What?
What should you do if you get injured?
Please, you are not a martial artist, and you have no intention of participating in a ring battle. Where can you get injured in this capital martial arts academy? Tripping over a banana peel, or coming to your aunt's house don't count, and you don't need to take healing pills for that.
The cute girl just lowered her head and let Li Qin scold her. She felt aggrieved. I was just afraid of getting hurt, afraid of pain, afraid of death... What was wrong with me?
After taking a few pills, Ning Chen felt much better.
The bleeding from the wound had stopped, and Li Qin gave him a simple treatment. He could just wait until he went to the infirmary to deal with it again.
Afterwards, Ning Chen left, accompanied by Han Zhong, Li Qin, and Su Zhiqing. A group of freshman students watched him leave with admiration in their eyes.
All the way out of the martial arts hall, Ning Chen remembered and asked: "By the way, where are the credits I won? How can I give them to me?"
"You don't have to worry about this." Li Qin explained: "The school has records of every arena battle. There is no need for you to trade privately. The school will complete the credit transaction directly in the system. You have won a total of 600 credits today.
Go to the logistics department to check, it should have arrived."
"600 credits." Xiaoting sighed.
Ning Chen's rate of earning credits is really amazing. He received 1,300 credits as a reward for his military training. Just a few days later, he participated in the arena battle for the first time and won four consecutive games. He earned another 600 credits. Others had fought in ten arena battles.
There may not be so many.
Even Han Zhong, a fool, looked envious.
Looking at Han Zhong, Ning Chen remembered: "Han Zhong, how many credits did you get for military training?" He had doubted before that with this kid's strength, he shouldn't be unknown.
Hearing this, Li Qin also looked at Han Zhong.
Han Zhong looked a little uncomfortable. He stretched out his hand to scratch his head and said, "I entered the mountain alone. As soon as I entered, I got lost. I didn't encounter any scary creatures. In the end, I only got 50 credits as a reward."
this......
Ning Chen, Li Qin, and Xiao Ting were all a little dumbfounded. It was probably the only time that a middle-level first-level warrior got lost in the mountains and never encountered any scary creatures.
Only the cute girl said enviously: "You are so lucky."
You call it good luck?
Ning Chen complained in his heart and couldn't help but rolled his eyes. He patted Han Zhong on the shoulder and said comfortingly: "It's okay. There are still many opportunities to earn credits."