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Chapter 39 Bloody Tuition

There was a subtle adjustment in the fierce boy's knee strike. This was discovered when he started, but most people didn't see it!

The breathing of the three people behind them was still tight. Although they were a small improvised group, no one wanted the people they knew well to be eliminated in the first round.

This is a competition where 8,000 people advance to 4,000 people. If you lose, you may not even have the chance to choose a good club.

Phil's flying kick was very fast, and he was about to kick his opponent in the abdomen. In his eyes, his flying kick could definitely hit the opponent before it hit him.

But a strange smile appeared on the face of the fierce young man, and his knee was still heading in the direction of failure.

Mu Fan finally concluded that the man didn't want to hit him with his knees at all. His angle had begun to adjust. This posture...

It’s totally a kicking action!

When Phil's leg was already within one meter of his opponent, he was about to kick him the next moment.

The boy's knees retracted, and his calf suddenly popped out strangely, like a dagger that was still charging, vicious and decisive!

"not good!"

Some people also saw this action, but it was too late.

Phil was unable to make a powerful change of direction in mid-air, and could only watch helplessly as the ferocious young man kicked his calf with his toe, and a heartbreaking pain hit him.

The menacing Phil was directly intercepted in mid-air and fell to the ground.

With a groan, Phil put his hands on the ground at the last moment to stabilize his body, gritted his teeth and looked at the fierce young man in front of him, his right leg twitching slightly.

The three people behind them stared silently, and there was such a gap at the beginning. Phil was a young man with a level 15 physique and was relatively well-known in the local area. However, when he came here, he encountered a strong enemy in the first round.

Mu Fan saw further than them. He noticed that Phil's aura was messed up, and the fierce young man clearly still had some energy left. If the fight continued, it would be really difficult for Phil.

There are sixty fighting stages. At this moment, the green lights of fifteen fighting stages have gone out, which means that fifteen groups of opponents have decided the winner.

Medical staff came on stage one after another. There was a person in the group closest to Mu Fan whose arm was hanging limply. His arm was broken at the beginning. There were people further away who were carried off the stage with blood on their faces.

When the real competition comes, these candidates no longer hide their strength for the final victory, and casualties under full strength are inevitable, but some still show their unbearable expressions.

When the major on the high platform saw this scene, his face was expressionless. I'm afraid none of these candidates knew about the death quota given to them by the reserve force. How could the elite of the army be someone who had never seen blood?

The competition rules on the electronic nameplate have been refreshed before. This competition allows for surrender and normal casualties.

Casualties within the normal range?

Only the federal military can tell this truth. All the soldiers at the scene had expressions of calm expression, as if they were used to these tragic scenes.

Here, Phil took a deep breath, stretched his arms out and straightened them, and already assumed a close combat stance.

"Is Phil going to use his special move?" A naive voice came from behind him, and Mu Fan recognized that it was Pajie speaking.

Phil tapped his toes, pecked, jumped, and pecked the ground again.

The movement begins to accelerate.

"Back knife and whirlwind kick!" An unfamiliar voice came into Mu Fan's ears.

Someone obviously recognized this fighting skill.

Phil suddenly dodged and approached from the right. His whole body flew into the air again, one leg popped out like lightning, and then he suddenly performed a cross-back slash.

The fierce young man noticed the moment Phil moved, and then calmly adjusted his pace slightly.

When Phil struck with a kick, the ferocious young man shook his head slightly and missed the attack with a calm manner.

But it’s not over yet!

The blow was ineffective, and Phil's feet struck out in succession. For a moment, it was like a switchblade exploding, with a whirlwind under his legs.

The fierce young man had an impatient look in his eyes and suddenly reached out his hand.

Bang! Phil's left leg fell into the palm of his opponent's hand. He tried to pull it out again but found that it had not moved at all.

When he looked up, he saw a cruel smile on the other side, with his other hand raised high.

Cut it down hard!

ah!!

Suddenly Phil's painful howl resounded throughout the fighting arena, and his left leg was bent down in an unusual posture.

The left leg was cut off with a hand knife! It was probably completely fractured at this point.

The ferocious young man let go indifferently, and then looked at Phil lying on the ground screaming in pain, his face suddenly showed a sickly flush, and kicked out hard, sending Phil flying seven or eight meters, but he did not fall down yet.

Fighting stage.

He walked over and kicked him hard again.

In just a few seconds, Phil was kicked back and forth like a rag sack by his opponent, and his voice gradually became fainter.

Mu Fan saw Phil's hand and wanted to raise it several times, but his opponent destroyed it as soon as he made the move, obviously not giving Phil a chance to admit defeat.

He looked at the referee at that venue, his expression unmoved, showing no intention of stopping him at all.

This fight was so cruel!?

Seeing this scene, Mu Fan suddenly felt that the severity of this fighting competition was even worse than he imagined!

"Phil!"

"Phil!"

Phil's name was shouted out from behind, and it was obvious that Pajie and the others couldn't bear to watch anymore, but the soldier in front of them holding a cold assault rifle was staring coldly at their every move.

The fierce young man kicked Phil away again. Phil fell heavily to the ground with little consciousness, his face was bloody and bloody, and his palms were still struggling to be raised.

Now he just wants to admit defeat and live.

Many people have noticed the sight of this fighting platform. Some of them can't bear it, but more people have bloodthirsty excitement in their eyes.

This is the real fighting. This is not a soft competition. When it comes, you must be prepared to die!

The hand that has been raised is gradually about to be clap down, and when it hits the ground, it is a sign of surrender.

But this time!

One foot kicked hard.

This time Phil was kicked out without even making a sound.

With a parabola, the whole person fell heavily outside the fighting stage, completely silent.

At this time, the referee saw this scene, ran over, looked down at Phil, and then signaled the medical staff to come over. At the same time, he turned off the green light of the fighting platform, and the opponent's test number appeared on the upper screen.

"No. 208 wins!"

The fierce young man showed a bloodthirsty smile to the people far away from the audience, then jumped off the fighting platform with a slight jump.

At this moment, Mu Fan felt that he was no longer on the playing field of this civilized planet, as if he had returned to the cruel nature of life and death in the wilderness.

Winner, survive.

Pajie, Eli, and Chester looked at Phil who was covered in blood in the exit tunnel. At this moment, they could no longer see that he was having a good time. Tears flashed in their eyes for a while.

Now they know how cruel this exam is, but the tuition fee is too heavy.

Creaking, Mu Fan showed no expression, clenched his fists and unclenched them, then sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and raised his head.

Without taking another look at Phil over there, he secretly felt that he would also play this kind of role.

So, he is not preparing now.

But he is controlling his murderous intention!

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