Cui Sol's face turned pale, and even when he heard that the other party's physical strength had declined, he didn't get much better.
He bravely walked into the circle, but the released prisoner No. 1 was not in a hurry. He glanced at Liu Changqing in awe first, and then walked into the circle when he saw that the other party didn't show any sign.
"Start!" Chen Feng spit out two words.
Prisoner No. 1 shouted and rushed towards Cui Shu.
Perhaps after experiencing the training in the previous two weeks, Cui Sol did not forget his movements. He avoided the opponent's punch with a deft move, turned around and kicked the opponent in the lower back.
Just when the students were refreshed and ready to cheer, prisoner No. 1 threw himself forward and at the same time turned around and hugged Cui Sol's leg.
Cui Sol failed to react in time, his legs went weak and he was pulled down directly by the opponent, and he got into a close entanglement.
This level of close combat is not much different from a gangster fight. It's probably like you punch me and I'll punch you back, and then we hug each other and roll around...
Soon, Cui Sol, who took a few more punches because of panic, became powerless to fight back.
"That's enough." When Cui Ze's bloody tooth flew out, Chen Feng shouted stop in time.
Prisoner No. 1 also obediently stopped and stood up, looking at Liu Changqing eagerly.
"Take off two years." Liu Changqing yawned.
"Thank you, thank you sir!" Prisoner No. 1 was overjoyed, bowed repeatedly and then exited the circle.
After hearing that the sentence was really reduced, the prisoners with their faces covered were obviously a little excited, and their bodies quietly straightened up a lot.
Shen Qian was a little distracted again. From Liu Changqing's tone, he seemed to be the one who opened the prison. How many years of reduction could he say?
"Next game." After Zhao Hanhai took Cui Shu for treatment, Chen Feng announced again.
……
Seeing another classmate being carried down, Shen Qian shook his head.
In fact, Liu Changqing is quite kind. These prisoners have indeed lost a lot of physical energy due to their prison life, and their moves are relatively slow. As long as they keep calm, everyone has a chance to win.
However, the difference in experience and courage between the two parties is so great that it creates a one-sided illusion.
In the three consecutive games starting from Cui Sol, the prisoners won easily, and the worst one was a dislocated arm.
"Next game."
As Chen Feng unlocked Prisoner No. 7's shackles and pulled off the black cloth on his face, a pale young man with a shaved head was revealed.
Half of his cheeks seemed to have been burned by fire, and were all covered with twisted scars. He stood there and stretched his limbs, squinting at the chandelier above his head.
"It's so beautiful. It's been so long since I've seen the light..."
He licked his lips. In contrast, all the classmates couldn't help but shudder.
This guy really looks like a pervert.
And everyone felt an unusual aura from him.
"Prisoner No. 7 is a second-level novice martial artist. He committed serial murders and exterminated his family. He was arrested last year and executed a month later. He should still be able to exert the strength of a novice warrior at the early stage." Chen Feng read the other party's information and evaluated it. Tao.
Hiss...
Someone who will die in a month.
At least a strong person in the first-level martial arts level.
Except for Zhou Xiaoguang, who was holding on, everyone unconsciously took a step back.
"Students who draw number seven enter the circle."
As Chen Feng announced indifferently, Shen Qian felt his clothes being grabbed.
"I'm afraid."
When Shen Qian turned around, he saw Huo Ling'er's lips pursed and she said with tears in her eyes.
Are you afraid of what you are pulling me for...
Shen Qian sighed and moved his lips, "Give me your paper ball."
"You can't beat me either." Huo Ling'er shook her head and took deep breaths, as if she wanted to give herself more courage.
"I can give up after just two tricks. I'm not afraid of him." Shen Qian stuffed his paper ball into Huo Ling'er.
Huo Ling'er glanced at Shen Qian, as if she really didn't find a fearful expression on his face, and hesitated before handing the paper ball to Shen Qian.
"Then you must remember to admit defeat." Huo Ling'er whispered.
"Are you sure?" Liu Changqing's voice suddenly sounded. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Shen Qian. It was obvious that the whisper between the two could not be hidden from him.
"Try it."
·Shen Qian knew that he might have disrupted some of Liu Changqing's plans, so he could only bite the bullet and say it at this moment.
"You're fucking awesome."
Liu Changqing smiled and said to Prisoner No. 7, "I will give you ten chances to break your leg. If you do it, you will live for three more months."
No. 7's eyes lit up, "Can you come out for some air?"
"You have no chance to bargain." Liu Changqing sneered.
No. 7 nodded and said nothing more. He walked into the circle and looked at Shen Qian with a smile, as if he was appreciating some kind of delicious food.
"Are you crazy?!"
Zheng Shaoyang looked at Shen Qian incomprehensibly, like a madman.
Zhou Xiaoguang and others are disdainful, but there are also a handful of people who admire Shen Qian. This is because they even risk their lives just to pick up girls...
Because they keenly saw that Liu Changqing stepped back twenty meters and stood next to Zhao Hanhai, who was frowning.
This means that his possible rescue will also be twenty meters at night.
"It's okay, it's not like you can't admit defeat."
Shen Qian smiled and walked into the circle without hesitation.
How to defeat him at the minimum cost?
Shen Qian took a deep breath. Helping Huo Ling'er was just an excuse. In fact, he could no longer suppress the crazy thoughts growing in his heart.
This is more like a test for him.
A test that excludes the existence of the system and relies on his own strength to prove something.
Where does the system come from, why does it exist, why is he...
Occasionally in the dead of night, Shen Qian has thought about it, but at this stage, this question has no meaning to him.
"Hoo!"
Shen Qian let out a long breath and stared at Prisoner No. 7, who was gradually becoming more dangerous across from him.
He must have a weakness.
And this weakness is not small.
Shen Qian is very determined.
Even if Huo Ling'er has opened her four apertures, her strength has surpassed that of an average quasi-warrior, but time is still short, and it will be a losing battle against a desperado with the cultivation of a novice warrior.
And Liu Changqing will not arrange a losing situation.
"Just the left leg."
No. 7 murmured to himself, and the next moment he disappeared in place like the wind.
Murderous intent rushed towards his face, but Shen Qian remained unmoved.
His eyes were extremely focused, and the moment No. 7 moved, he saw it.
His left leg was extremely stiff, as if it couldn't keep up with his right leg, but he started too fast, so it was difficult to tell.
"Then let's take the left leg."
Thoughts flashed through Shen Qian's mind. He clenched his fist, raised the knuckle of his middle finger, and poured all his strength into it... It was not as perfect as the system, but it was enough.
Prisoner No. 7's hand grabbed Shen Qian's throat, but soon it fell down weakly.
"Oh..."
The extremely suppressed screams turned into indistinguishable syllables. Prisoner No. 7 covered the knee joint that was severely hit by Shen Qian, and collapsed to the ground like mud, panting violently.
His eyes turned white, and he seemed to faint from the tremendous pain.
The huge venue instantly became silent, and you could hear a pin drop.