The first day of competition ended. After the preliminary selection and the final resurrection competition, more than 500 lucky people were left - why are they called lucky people?
As a referee, Xueming saw clearly from the perspective of the spectators, and became more and more anxious.
He taught classes in Galahad for half a year, teaching knight combat skills to the students and actually applying them to the ring competition. There were very few children who used classroom experience as a means to win.
It seems that this kind of combat skills without martial ethics is difficult to be accepted by others, especially the senior students——
——They are thin-skinned, good-looking, possess pyroxene and sticks, and always want to face the audience with a chic and beautiful posture.
Therefore, Xueminghui believes that most of these students rely on luck to stay.
Destiny's children who are more lucky can obtain powerful sticks and pyroxenes, and can find a way out by drawing more compatible treasures from the weapon card pool provided by the boss.
The unlucky guys with less luck can only become foils, fighting a seemingly fair but extremely difficult battle in a ring environment with no cover and no one to rely on.
From the moment they step onto the ring, the elemental composition of both sides, as well as weapons such as sticks and pyroxenes, are like an extremely simple addition and subtraction of combat power. The winner can be calculated with just a touch.
When it comes to the rematch stage, the competition becomes more and more intense, because most of the students who come to this stage have experienced one or two failures.
Their mental strength has reached its end, and they are at the end of their strength. It is very easy for them to suffer from physical exhaustion, mental collapse, and KO knockout. Xueming does not have the extra energy to observe the battle situation in other arenas.
Teacher Su Ling, like Xueming, was concentrating on observing the status of the students on the field. With the help of [Phoenix], he could more intuitively see the state of the essence of both sides of the competition.
"Possicle boy, you seem disappointed?"
Xueming rang the decisive bell at the right time and carried the losing side off the ring. When he heard Teacher A-Ling's question, he did not hide his inner loneliness.
"I am their teacher, and I teach them how to fight. Unfortunately, these children are too polite and sensible."
Su Ling heard the implication of Xueming's words and immediately said: "Which skill in the world does not require hard study and practice? Besides, you are teaching fighting martial arts, so you are a little impatient."
Xueming nodded helplessly: "It's indeed a bit urgent."
Su Ling pulled the contestants from both sides into the team, sent Mrs. Bai's products to treat their injuries, and then talked to Xueming.
"You came to Galahad to teach, and you had other thoughts, right?"
While Xueming was giving the students muscle massage, she was talking to Teacher Su Ling about the official affairs of the Nameless One.
"In the blink of an eye, just in the blink of an eye, I am already twenty-four years old - about to start a family. I went on a mission and fought life and death outside. I always felt isolated and helpless. Teacher Victor once again helped me a lot and returned to the boss.
At that time, the boss asked me to come to Galahad to take care of the students..."
Speaking of this, Xueming specially sent the students to the rest room and continued talking when he came back.
"I understand Teacher Victor's mood, because when you stand in different positions, you see different things."
Su Ling: "Welcome to the world of men."
Xueming: "Indeed, I am always worried that these students will go astray and hit a dead end - eight grades, thousands of students. They all call me teacher. They have different family backgrounds, different origins, and different personalities. I don't
It’s easy to talk about the unevenness of the world and just teach some knightly combat skills that make all living beings equal.”
Su Ling: "You seem to have become a different person after you got engaged."
Xueming: "It's just that I talk more. In the past, I seldom talked and only focused on doing things."
Su Ling: "What happened next?"
Xueming: "When I faced the Little Brotherhood in District 48 and fought side by side with the soldiers who had stopped in Guangling, I realized how small a person's power is. There are so many terrifying monsters and so many troublesome things - I
How can one person kill everything and sort it out?"
Su Ling: "Hmm?"
Xueming: "I went to guide Tangning and Husband and wanted them to take over some of the affairs of the Anonymous. I was the one responsible for the blood poisoning of the Van Persie family. This was an act of declaration of war against the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult and also against those in the Homo sapiens camp.
The corrupt forces are provoking me—I need help.”
Su Ling: "How are they doing?"
"If we follow the normal teaching progress." Xueming thought for a long time, and finally put aside his own transformation speed and learning ability to face up to other Homo sapiens. His concentration and mental power are incomparable to others, and his reading speed and understanding
His abilities are far beyond those of ordinary people and cannot be used as a reference.
"Hasburn is very good, but Tangning is half-hearted, always likes to take shortcuts, and has many character flaws."
Su Ling: "Take your time."
Xueming: "So I was thinking that Teacher Victor was always following me and Meteor. When he first met us, when we became a master-student relationship, maybe the teacher felt the same way. He wished that Meteor and I would grow up overnight.
It’s because I’m worried and afraid of pulling the seedlings and encouraging them to grow.”
Su Ling made an expression with her hands, pretending to be disdainful.
"Everyone in the VIP circle calls him the number one male mother in the world."
Xueming replied dumbfounded.
"One day, I will finally stand on the same level as Mr. Victor and see the world from the same perspective - the disaster beasts and cultists he has to deal with, the unknown lands he has to explore, the inner demons and spiritual pressure he has to face.
When all this came to me, I could finally understand his mood when he set up road signs for us one by one as he walked from Niflheim to the Golden Land."
Teacher Su Ling suddenly talked about her master——
"——After such a comparison, my teacher is so wicked."
Xueming: "What do you mean by this?"
Su Ling: "I am just a free-range apprentice, and my spiritual training courses all rely on my own understanding."
Xueming: "Does Taoist Ping An not care about you? Teacher A Ling?"
This Taoist priest Ping'an is talking about Su Ling's master and the talker of the Blackstone Senate - Luo Ping'an.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Su Ling: "He said, as long as I don't cause trouble in the future, I will repay my kindness to the master."
I feel like I can’t talk anymore today——
——Xue Ming doesn’t quite understand the friendship between master and disciple of the Black Stone Man.
So I simply changed the topic.
He changed his attitude to a gentle and soft one, warmed tea and gave medicine to the contestants for the next contest, told the contest rules in advance, and adjusted the mentality of the two children. It was a 180-degree turn, from a cold-faced demon to a cold-faced demon.
The ruthless male referee turned into a big tiger with a big smile.
The two seventeen-year-old senior students seemed to have seen a ghost. They heard the gunsmith teacher's earnest instructions and felt that there was some truth in what the other party said - from the tactical level, the luster of the muscles, and the enemy's posture.
Judging from the mental state, these combat skills tips do have merit.
But the gunsmith teacher gives people a completely different feeling than when he is in class.
In the past, teachers emphasized how to "survive".
Now he said to the red side: "Your enemy is left-handed. If you use a stick to approach, it will be the front hand against the front hand. If you cannot grasp the distance, you will lose a game. His physical fitness is not as good as yours. You have to think clearly."
How to avoid the damage of sticks and turn standing sparring into a tug-of-war that consumes physical energy. This way you can win, but it will be ugly - but if you lose, there will be no next game, so don't leave any regrets."
Within a few seconds, I saw the teacher turning around again and going to talk to Lan Fang.
"Your record is one win and two losses. You have played three games. You are exhausted and exhausted. Your last opponent bullied you with his wingspan and height. The pressure deformed your movements. That is not your true level. This opponent is different from your body type.
It's the same, we have to fight quickly. If we win, we'll win better."
Su Ling gave herself a silly smile and said, "Fixing the game, right?"
After Xueming finished doing this, he felt indescribably happy when he saw the two students rekindled their fighting spirit and entered the competition ring.
"No, I'm just doing my job - maybe it was the same feeling when David Victor talked to me, a stupid student, about dance skills, asked me to open my heart, and asked me to dance clumsily."
He opened the diary and wrote down the names of the students from both the red and blue sides.
Su Ling: "Why did you still write down the names? What are the futures of these two students?"
Xueming: "It's a book of merit and deeds. I used to use the diary as a hit list. Or I used it to record the kindness others have shown me. I will return it when I am able."
Su Ling: "Oh... you seem to have changed."
Xueming: "I often ask Meteor how I am different from the person I am today when we first met. Only later did I realize that the changes have been huge."
Su Ling: "What did he say?"
Meteor rushed over in a sprint, and jumped for joy after getting the promotion badge. He happily hugged Brother Ming's neck and shouted to Teacher Su Ling: "What a big change! That's when Brother Ming and I looked at each other! He didn't even know my
I’m too embarrassed to accept my cell phone!”
Su Ling took a few steps to the side, but was aroused by the strong smell of sweat on Ah Xing's body and took the initiative to avoid it.
Meteor continued: "Similar to the past, regarding the story about Mrs. Canaan, my brain was not very good and I couldn't remember how to write a diary and tell the story, so I joked with Brother Ming - how about you learn like Mrs. Canaan?
Hug me? Let me feel it?"
Xueming: "Get out."
Meteor hugged the little man beside him and had no intention of letting go: "Hahahahaha! Like the boss, he is getting more and more arrogant."
After that, the boy brought A Ming's merit book and said with a strange and sinister look on his face.
"Hey! Brother Ming! Why do you still remember the good things you have done?"
Xueming stared at the students on the stage, and saw that the two students were observing their opponents according to the mentality of knights' combat skills. They were wrestling and fighting, and retreating to hide themselves. Finally, they used their full strength, and a smile gradually appeared on their faces.
He told Meteor: "I took a break in Galahad for half a year, and last time I wrestled with the Little Brotherhood..."
Meteor immediately understood: "I will become stronger, Brother Ming. I won't hold you back like I was like a girl last time."
"No...that's not what I meant." Xueming shook his head, giving up all his thoughts and no longer asking for a savior: "The governor of the 48th District told me that soldiers are an ominous weapon and should be used as a last resort.
This is how I understand it, there are more than two thousand monsters that died in my hands, and I did create a lot of killing karma, but as long as you remember enough merits, you will definitely become more comfortable in killing monsters."
Su Ling: "Is your merit book used for this kind of thing?"
Meteor: "My brother Ming has always had a top understanding of butchering techniques."
Xueming ignored Teacher Su Ling and Liu Xing's nonsense and said seriously.
"To be honest, Galahad taught me a lesson. In the 48th District, I have no mass base and it is very difficult to do things. These students are still young. In five years, ten years, and in ten years and twenty
Year. When they grow up and can stand on their own, maybe I won’t have to worry about life and death, and I won’t have to worry about having no successors.”
"I have had good words with Director Simmons, but I still want to leave the knight combat skills in Galahad - now I think about it, this matter cannot be rushed, I still want to live a homeless life and kill the most vicious criminals.
Freely between life and death."
Su Ling hugged Meteor's face: "How on earth can your elder brother use such a cowardly tone and say such cruel words?"
Meteor's face was distorted by Teacher A'ling's rubbing, and he muttered, "I don't know how to do it."
At the same time——
——The winner has been decided on the stage.
The player on the blue team gritted his teeth and endured the pain, sacrificing the advantage of his left arm and forcing a fight with the right hand of the red team. Half of his torso and the left half of his face were injured.
There was no close-quarters quick-attack combat. The two of them fought each other with weapons, and the level of transformation was also pupation. When the physical competition turned into a tug-of-war, it turned into an ugly floor wrestling.
The floor tiles were covered with sweat and blood, from armed striking skills to physical exhaustion, to a bare-handed entanglement after disarming each other.
In the end, the red player was defeated, and the blue player held his leg to complete the lock, but still refused to shoot and surrendered. Until the thigh was folded, and the blue player held the red player's foot and performed a heel hook locking action.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Xueming sounded the decisive bell: "The blue side wins."
For a moment——
——Both sides of the game were a little confused and couldn't believe the result.
The boy on the blue side was bruised and his legs were weak. He couldn't get up for a long time and let go of his opponent's ankle. His body was starved of oxygen and he was nauseated. His hand that picked up the stick was still shaking.
"I won? I won?"
Meteor: "Well done!"
Xueming: "If you fight well, you will lose 68,000 yuan with this move - the heel hook is a very vicious locking technique. It can break an enemy's leg and leave him with a lifelong disability. Even if it is cured with a panacea, the mental damage will still be done."
It will last for many months.”
The young man on the red side was limping, his face was extremely unwilling, full of anger and anger, and he seemed to have not yet reacted.
"I lost? Teacher! I lost!? This guy..."
Xueming patiently explained the cause of the failure——
"——He jumped out of his comfort zone and gave up his left-hand advantage. His adaptability, willpower and evolution speed are all better than yours. I didn't teach him how to win. He found a way to win by himself."
He supported the winner of the blue team. The student who had lost two games in a row could hardly stand up.
"Red side, your opponent's physical fitness is not as good as yours. It was you who took the initiative to drag him down to the ground in an attempt to turn his physical advantage into a victory. You did a great job, but it's a pity that he wanted to win more than you did."
The lame boy on the red side was damaged by the joint skills and could not stand firmly. He took off his half-finger gloves and saw the blood in the finger gloves. When he came to the gunsmith teacher, he still held on to the game reluctantly.
Protective gear, face full of regret.
At this moment he is no longer on the red side and has to say goodbye to the Sage's Cup.
For some reason, this student suddenly started crying, as if all his previous efforts, all the pain he suffered on the field, and all his training in the classroom were in vain. A huge sense of disparity almost crushed him.
"Teacher...I'm not willing to give in, I'm so unwilling..."
The gunsmith said nothing. He was not good at comforting students.
"Where does he get the strength... He has already reached the third knockout round, why..."
"I only lost one game...obviously..."
Right now, right now -
——The gunsmith grabbed the hand of the blue winner and asked the two students to shake hands and salute.
Xueming said: "Well done."
The loser on the red side reluctantly grabbed the winner's hand, but in just a few seconds, he read a blazing desire to win and an extremely strong emotion from the opponent's weak spiritual body.
This winner barely had the strength to shake hands. The strength he had when he locked his Achilles tendons and hugged his thighs just now was not as weak as he is now.
The loser suddenly raised his head, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably, as if he felt stronger neural pain from his opponent's spirit body.
Xueming continued: "The dean is right, the Sage's Cup can keep people young forever."
"That's great..." Meteor smiled, his eyes turning into two thin lines, "You can lose again and again, it's not like life."
"I was originally..." the loser on the red side sobbed, staring into his opponent's eyes: "I wasn't that frustrated... I wasn't that concerned..."
"Brother, I can understand you." The winner of the blue team nodded weakly: "We have all been eliminated in one round, and I have lost twice - if it is just a competition between psychic powers and sticks, it is not fair at all.
I don’t care that much, just lose if you lose, but when it comes to fighting, if it’s a competition of knight combat skills, wrestling and fighting..."
The loser on the red side turned to Xueming and said, "Teacher... So it turns out that knight combat skills... are such powerful things?"
The winner on the blue side tried to hold onto his opponent's five fingers, but his strength was exhausted and there was not a bit left.
"I heard the teacher say that I should leave no regrets, and I woke up as if I was slapped. The duel between you and me must be more than just sticks and spirits, it's more than that..."
The loser on the red side finally reluctantly handed over all the finger gloves and protective gear, and took Mrs. White's coffee from the gunsmith teacher. He wiped the snot and tears from his face, seemed to have rested, and was going to the lounge.
He took a few steps and immediately returned. He didn't even know the name of his grade-level opponent, but he pestered the winner - as if he wanted to explain everything clearly, and he also had many instructions and many thoughts.
"You win!"
The blue winner had just breathed a sigh of relief when his opponent's inexplicable request left him confused.
Xiaohong said persistently: "You must win! If you are the champion of the fourth grade group, I will be willing to do it! It was you who took off my gloves! You must win. I won't be ashamed to lose to the champion!"
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Putting these things aside——
——Teacher Su Ling held a bucket of popcorn and ate it without stopping. She and the assistant referee Xueming ran to another arena. Her eyes couldn't stop glancing at the pair of little red and little blue ones before, showing off the frantic eating of popcorn by the team leader.
True color.
"I can get a lot of CP by following you..."
Xueming covered her face, a little embarrassed.
"Teacher, Morpho units have incredible abilities, of which [flight] and [reproduction] are the most basic. When a nymph sees a dancing butterfly, it will try to flap its non-existent wings. Teacher Victor also used this method before.
Methods to educate me - I think you can produce your own food and eat it yourself."