Amidst the mixed emotions of everyone, the last member of the Wuhan University Alliance came on stage.
Chen Jiasheng, a second-grade martial artist, is a freshman at Donglin Martial Arts University.
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Second floor.
Zhao Xuemei said with a slightly complicated face: "He is the top scorer in the college entrance examination in Donglin Province."
Fang Ping then remembered that Zhao Xuemei was ranked third in the college entrance examination in Donglin Province.
"You know him?"
"I met once. Donglin Martial Arts University once made an appointment with us martial arts candidates and hoped that we could stay in Donglin Province.
At that time, I was only thinking about the two famous schools and did not agree.
At that time, I met Chen Jiasheng, and he...he hoped that we could stay. He said that he hoped that the people of Donglin could contribute some efforts and shed some blood for Donglin.
I didn't understand at that time... Now, I probably understand a little bit. He may have known about the cave in advance...
In the east forest, there is the entrance to the cave."
Fang Ping didn't answer. If what Zhao Xuemei said was true, then Chen Jiasheng's stay at Donglin Wuhan University was not simply due to salary issues.
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On the stage.
Chen Jiasheng's expression remained normal as he stepped onto the ring step by step.
Chen Jiasheng was holding a scimitar in his hand. Before Fang Ping could take a closer look, he heard someone whisper: "Wu Gou?"
"Wu Gou?"
Someone repeated a sentence and suddenly said: "Donglin Chen family?"
"It's the Chen family. Grandmaster Chen died 12 years ago...now 13 years ago. He died in battle in 1996. Before his death, the Chen family only had a single seedling left..."
Some people couldn't help but look at the two grandmasters of the Wuhan University Alliance and said in a deep voice: "Is he the only one in the Chen family?"
A grandmaster from the Wuhan University Alliance said solemnly: "Yes, it's the single seedling of the Chen family!"
"My man, why don't you take Wu Gou and collect Guanshan Fifty Prefectures...the Chen family..."
Someone had complicated eyes and muttered softly.
Chen Jiasheng’s Wu Gou is a famous name created by Grandpa Chen Jiasheng!
No...it's not just the grandmaster of the Chen family!
Several generations of the Chen family have been using Wu hooks, and they are a family worthy of everyone's respect.
During the Donglin Cave Riots in 1996, there were 18 members of the Chen family, except for the young Chen Jiasheng. Grandmaster Chen led his family to the entrance of the cave and fought to the death!
In that battle, all 17 members of the Chen family died!
In the years since the catacombs appeared, how many heroic warriors have appeared behind the scenes, and how many people have died generously without seeking fame or fortune!
But like the Chen family, there are very few people who died in battle, from the top master to the first rank.
Fang Ping also heard this, and his eyes suddenly became complicated.
Catacombs...
He has never been to the caves, he has only heard about them. He has no personal experience and does not know what kind of trauma the caves will cause to humans.
But when he found out that Chen Jiasheng's family, except for him, had all died in the battle in the cave, Fang Ping's mood was complicated beyond words.
Is this a warrior?
Today's battle is not for personal gain or reputation, but to gain more cultivation resources and make the entrance to caves like Donglin safer?
Maybe, this is what Chen Jiasheng thinks?
Fang Ping didn't know if he had guessed wrong, but he would rather think so.
These warriors from the Martial Arts Alliance all fight to the death. Perhaps they also know the sorrow of weak strength, so they fight to the death.
Otherwise, why would it be like this!
While everyone was talking in low voices, someone from the Jingwu strongmen said indifferently: "The Chen family deserves respect, but in our Jingwu school, since the school was founded, 14 grandmasters have died in battle!
Dare to fight, able to fight, and never avoid fighting, this is me, Jingwu!
We did not squander those resources, and we did not apologize to anyone. This battle has nothing to do with right or wrong!"
The grandmaster of the Wuhan University Alliance also smiled lightly and said: "Indeed, we will never use these life experiences to gain anything. Chen Jiasheng can enter the main team because of his strength, not because of the Chen family!"
The words of the masters once again made young people like Fang Ping feel something. Fang Ping didn't know whether it was sadness or admiration.
Everyone else upstairs was silent at this moment.
Over the years, haven't there been many Grandmasters killed in battle?
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"Wuda Alliance, Chen Jiasheng!"
"Kingto Wuhan University, Zhang Zhenguang!"
Zhang Zhenguang, who had just broken off Liang Weiyao's arm, looked solemn at this moment. This was the second second-grade warrior participating in the battle!
Although Sun Mingyu, the first second-grade warrior, was defeated by Han Xu, a first-grade warrior, Sun Mingyu also showed the strength of a second-grade warrior. If he hadn't hit Han Xu hard with a desperate blow, Han Xu would not have left the field with Bai Yin so easily.
The two saluted, and as soon as it was over, Chen Jiasheng was like thunder, and Wu Gou suddenly split into two in the middle, with two swords!
Chen Jiasheng has no intention of covering up, the Wu Gou of Chen family are all double-sword style!
Just fight, don’t defend!
Two Wu hooks drew lines of light and shadow in the air!
Zhang Zhenguang did not choose to fight this time. He did not use weapons, but he was not afraid at this moment. Chen Jiasheng rushed towards him, and Zhang Zhenguang stomped his feet heavily on the ground!
The next moment, Zhang Zhenguang's trouser legs burst, he jumped up from the ground, and rushed straight into Wu Gou's coverage area!
With quick eyes and quick hands, Zhang Zhenguang found the gap between the two swords in an instant, thrust his hands into the gap, and pinched Chen Jiasheng's right hand.
"Fighting skills..."
Liu Huarong whispered, and then quickly explained: "This is a combat technique that evolved from the military's tactics. It seems that Zhang Zhenguang is not just someone who can overcome strength with softness..."
When it was time to be fierce, Zhang Zhenguang was also extremely fierce.
Against Chen Jiasheng of the second level, he is not Han Xu, but he can't defeat Chen Jiasheng, and he may not be able to consume much of the opponent's energy and blood.
In this case, it is better to have a fierce fight. Even if he loses, Chen Jiasheng will not feel comfortable.
It was too late, but then it was too late. Before Liu Huarong finished speaking, Chen Jiasheng's hand was spinning with a hook, and it was cutting towards Zhang Zhenguang's hands!
Zhang Zhenguang twisted his arm, grabbed his right hand, roared violently, and threw it over his shoulder!
Chen Jiasheng remained motionless and shouted loudly, stamping his right foot on the ground. The arena seemed to be shaking!
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"Very strong!"
Fang Ping was slightly solemn. Chen Jiasheng's first-level tempering was for the upper limb bones, but his lower body was still as motionless as a mountain. It was not because of how much the lower limb bones were tempered, but because of the thick pile work.
Stand at the pinnacle of reality!
This is Fang Ping's judgment, maybe... or maybe it's the Standing Space Realm.
Zhang Zhenguang apparently fought in close quarters based on the judgment that his lower limb bones were not tempered enough.
But this time, his judgment failed and he immediately fell into crisis.
If Chen Jiasheng was not thrown out, Zhang Zhenhua would have to pay the bill.
Wu Gou spun so fast that Zhang Zhenguang could not throw the opponent away. The next moment, Wu Gou drew blood marks on Zhang Zhenguang's arm. His sleeves were instantly cut into pieces, stained red and fell to the ground.
After one move failed, Zhang Zhenguang immediately realized that he was no match for the opponent in a head-to-head confrontation, so he immediately began to retreat and chose to fight.
Next, Chen Jiasheng's actions once again attracted the attention of everyone in Fang Ping.
Chen Jiasheng, who was holding two swords, actually started a knife-throwing fight!
Throw the knife out, get close with the knife!
The thrown Wu Hook whirled in the air, and when Chen Jiasheng got close, he began to attack Zhang Zhenguang's back.
"Is this going to be used as a boomerang?"
"I think it's a drop of blood."
"It's hard to guard against it. Is this the correct way to use the double sword style?"
"The key is that he has strong control and uses just the right amount of strength. Otherwise, it wouldn't be that easy..."
The competing warriors on the second floor were talking in low voices. From the current point of view, Zhang Zhenguang is definitely defeated. It depends on how much energy and blood he can consume Chen Jiasheng.
There are still 3 people left in Jingwu. Even if Zhang Zhenguang is defeated, there are still two people behind. Everyone is not weak. Chen Jiasheng wants to go three in a row. It is not that simple.
The result was as expected. Less than 3 minutes later, Zhang Zhenguang was attacked from both sides and could not keep up with the rhythm for a while. He was hooked by Chen Jiasheng's Wu Gou in his left arm, which tore a flesh-and-flesh laceration and had to leave the field for treatment.
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In the seventh battle, at this time, everyone discovered that Jingwu's tactics had changed.
drag!
The fourth warrior to take the stage in Jingwu, he has tempered his lower limb bones, and his stance skills are also in the real world, and he has practiced his footwork.
The opponent did not confront Chen Jiasheng head-on, nor did he get close to him, he just circled around the ring.
Many people in the audience had the urge to curse.
The first six battles were all fought with passion. Even Zhang Zhenguang's fight was weak in the front, but the fight in the back was also exciting.
But the fourth person from Jingwu had almost no contact with Chen Jiasheng from beginning to end.
At this moment, it depends on which one of the two parties can't bear it first, either his energy and blood will be exhausted, or he will make a mistake and be caught by the other party with a thunderous blow.
Jingwu's men were running in circles, and Chen Jiasheng could not remain indifferent. He also kept spinning in the field, keeping an eye on the opponent to prevent him from being surprised.
The two struggled for more than ten minutes, which was also the longest fight in this competition.
Until many people yawned, Chen Jiasheng suddenly broke out and knocked the opponent off the ring at the cost of a punch from the opponent.
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"Is this a counterattack?"
Fu Changding clicked his tongue and said: "There is only one person left in Jingwu. Although Chen Jiasheng has consumed a lot of energy and blood, he is not without the strength to fight.
Han Xu, Li Ran and others have already left the ring, and now Jingwu is in trouble."
Fang Ping frowned slightly, stared at the last person on stage in Jingwu and said, "If you were Jingwu, would there be no one in the finale?"
The Wuhan University Alliance selected Sun Mingyu for the first battle and Chen Jiasheng for the finale.
Mowu chose Fang Ping for the first battle and Zhao Lei for the finale.
The last person must not be weak, otherwise he would be easily penetrated.
Is the last person in Jingwu really the weakest?
The last person in Jingwu——Fang Wenxiang!
Fang Ping remembered Liu Huarong's brief introduction to Fang Wenxiang at that time, which was not too dazzling.
Ranked seventh in the Donghu Provincial College Entrance Examination.
The three provinces of Donglin, Donghu and Dongwu are all in eastern China and can be considered economically developed areas. Being able to get seventh in such a province is at least equivalent to the top three in Nanjiang.
But this time there were a lot of provincial top picks in the competition, and one was seventh, so it really didn’t attract much attention.
Fang Wenxiang did not use long weapons, but wore a pair of gloves covering both arms.
Fang Ping was a little jealous when he saw it. It could cover both arms. It could be considered an armor-type defensive weapon.
Mo Wu actually didn’t lend him his full-body helmet!
In Fang Ping's jealousy, Fang Wenxiang soon fought against Chen Jiasheng.
Chen Jiasheng's spinning knife was a threat to others, but Fang Wenxiang didn't care. Whether it was a frontal attack or a rear attack, Fang Wenxiang could quickly block it with his arms.
Wu Gou cut sparks on the arm guard, but there was nothing he could do to Fang Wenxiang.
Chen Jiasheng was fighting two people in a row and was running low on energy and blood. Before he could change his tactics, Fang Wenxiang suddenly shouted!
Everyone saw that his fists were like a dragon reaching for its claws, as fast as a tiger, and he hit Chen Jiasheng's Wu hook with a bang!
Chen Jiasheng was clearly outmatched and kept retreating.
But Fang Wenxiang is also very fast. He doesn't care about Wu Gou's attack and just hammers him directly!
"The Heaven-shaking Fist of the Fang Family in East Lake!"
Liu Huarong recognized Fang Wenxiang's moves, and then exclaimed: "The burst of energy and blood from both fists is close to 50 calories. This is the person who has made the most progress in fighting skills so far!"
Fang Wenxiang's fist power exploded, and his energy and blood reached about 50 calories!
Chen Jiasheng was beaten back and forth, and his face became paler and paler. After being hit four times in succession, Chen Jiasheng spit out blood and fell to his knees. Seeing Fang Wenxiang's last punch hitting his head, Chen Jiasheng
He gritted his teeth and did not shout out the words to admit defeat.
Upstairs, a grandmaster finally sighed: "Admit defeat!"
The referee immediately took action and blocked Fang Wenxiang's fist with one hand.
"Kyotake wins!"
The referee announced the result loudly!
But Chen Jiasheng was still kneeling on the ground, blood dripping from his mouth, and his face was full of sorrow.
In the first battle, the Wuhan University Alliance suffered a disastrous defeat!
Although he fought to the last man, all five main players were seriously injured, even him, his internal organs were severely injured at this moment.
The members of the Wuhan University Alliance are not weak, but when they encountered Jingwu, the opponent was stronger, and everyone in the Wuhan University Alliance was injured.
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"The Wuhan University Alliance has lost. The only players who can still play tomorrow are Chen Jiasheng and Bai Yin."
Zhao Xuemei sighed lightly, three of the five main players will not be able to play tomorrow.
If we lose again tomorrow, we may not have the chance to play again later.
According to the competition system, if Fang Ping and his team win the League of Eight Schools, they will play against Jingwu. If they win against Jingwu and the League of Wuhan University loses to the League of Eight Schools, then the two sides will have no chance to meet.
If Mowu loses to Jingwu, then the two sides will fight again.
Whether there can be a third game depends mainly on the outcome of the Wuhan League tomorrow.
If they win, they still have a chance to make a comeback. If they lose, the best result is only third place. The premise is that they can defeat Mowu who lost to Jingwu.
Fang Ping, however, didn't care so much. He turned around and said, "Let's go, it's our turn in the afternoon."
Just as he was about to leave, Tang Feng suddenly appeared and said: "Your mentor has gone out again, but he knows that the Donghu Fang family is here. Let me tell you that if you don't beat the Donghu Fang family down this time, she will
Knock you down!"
"I……"
Fang Ping almost vomited blood, everything happened to me!
Let me beat Han Xu, let me beat Five in the afternoon, let me beat Fang Wenxiang of the Fang Family in East Lake...
There are no advantages, but there are a lot of disadvantages!
Tang Feng said with a smile: "Don't worry, your mentor has been at odds with that person from the Fang family for many years. If you help her vent her anger, the benefits will naturally come to you."
"Fang Wenxiang?"
Fang Ping murmured, the opponent was very strong, not necessarily weaker than Han Xu.
At least the last few punches of the Sky-Shaking Fist exploded, and the energy and blood were around 50 calories, almost reaching the level of a killer.
In order to temper their bones, these new students actually didn't have that deep training in combat skills. After all, they were too young and their time was too short.
It is extremely difficult to reach the point where you have a killer weapon.
At least the main players from the Wuhan Alliance and Jingwu didn't show that their tactics were killer in their first battle.
However, they have basically mastered the use of tactics, and the burst of energy and blood is only about 30 cards.
"Let's see, it's still early anyway."
If Mowu wants to compete with Jingwu, they must first win the afternoon game. Tomorrow the Wuhan Alliance will play against the Eight Schools Alliance, and then it will be their turn to play against Jingwu the day after tomorrow.
Tang Feng stopped talking and finally said: "Be careful this afternoon, don't capsize the boat."
"Know."
"..."
As Fang Ping and others left, the audience also began to disperse.
However, at this moment, it was no longer as enthusiastic and noisy as it was at the beginning, and many people were a little silent.
There were a total of eight games played in the morning, and no one died.
But among the 10 players, except for Fang Wenxiang, who played last, all were injured, and three or four were seriously injured. The game was much more tragic than they imagined.
This is still the first round, what’s next?
Will the afternoon game be the same as the morning game?
Will it be more brutal to compete for first place in the end?
Everyone doesn't know, and some can't understand, why these students would risk their lives and fight to the death!
Unless the five main forces of the Wuhan Alliance are really unable to fight, no one will admit defeat when they have the strength to spare, even if they know they are defeated.
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After walking out of the gymnasium, Fang Ping let out a breath.
Before I could say anything, I suddenly heard someone shouting in a crying voice: "Brother!"
As soon as the words fell, Fangyuan rushed into Fang Ping's arms and choked with sobs: "Let's not fight in the afternoon, okay? Brother, let's not fight..."
Fang Ping gently rubbed her head and said with a smile: "What are you thinking about? I'm the captain..."
"Brother, let's not fight! They... they are so cold-blooded..."
Fangyuan's face still had some traces of fear and tears. After eight games in the morning, she was really frightened.
The warrior in her imagination was like a star, so dazzling, so unrestrained and unrestrained.
The eldest brother in her impression was a big bad guy with a playful smile, cheating her of pocket money, and pinching her cheeks.
Rather than being like those warriors on the stage today, they compete for victory or defeat and fight for life and death when they get on stage!
"Silly girl...this is the real warrior...how can we not compare..."
Fang Ping murmured softly. At this point, he would not be able to compete and would never want to join the martial arts circle in the future.
Mowu will not agree, and even the Ministry of Education will not agree!
Even if you say something bigger, the government won’t agree!
Warriors of the Chinese nation can be timid in fighting, but they must not be timid in fighting at this time, in the first open competition!
This was the first martial arts competition that was open to the public. As the captain of the magic martial arts competition, Fang Ping was afraid of fighting in the middle. This affected not only the school, but everyone's sense of martial arts.
"It's okay, it's really okay. Your brother and I are very strong. Those people in the morning were all weak, so that's why it happened.
In the afternoon, watch how your brother beats them up, don’t worry..."
After comforting his sister for a few words, Fang Ping saw Wu Zhihao and the others.
These people all had complex expressions on their faces, looking at Fang Ping but hesitating to speak.
Yesterday, they were envious and envious of everyone in Fang Ping, but today, there is no envy or jealousy anymore.
After a whole morning of fighting, they fully understood how much the geniuses who stood on stage yesterday had sacrificed.
"You're all busy with your business. It's okay. I won't accompany you to dinner at noon. Let's discuss tactics.
My sister..."
"Brother!" Fang Yuan's eyes were red and she was tugging on his clothes, unwilling to let go.
"Okay, why are you crying? I've beaten your brother all over the first-grade invincible hand, and it's not like I haven't beaten the second-grade one before. He was fine at first, but now that you're crying, if something happens to me..."
Fangyuan stopped crying immediately, not knowing what to do.
"Go and have a good sleep in the afternoon. Don't come to watch the battle. I'll have someone record the video for you to see. Then you will know how powerful your brother is..."
After joking for a while again, Fang Ping threw Fang Yuan to Wu Zhihao and others, and walked away with Fu Changding and others.