"Zhao Xuemei, who started in Mowu, is one of the few girls in this exchange competition and has not played in the competition before."
"Wei Shujie is the starter in Jingwu. Although Wei Shujie lost to Chen Jiasheng before, he may have escaped without any injuries. This shows that Wei Shujie is also extremely powerful."
"..."
Following Liu Huarong's introduction, warriors from both sides came on stage.
Wei Shujie also used a long stick.
Among first-level warriors, warriors mainly focus on simplicity and ease of entry. Knives and sticks are the most commonly used weapons, followed by swords, and weapons such as spears, axes, and halberds are used much less frequently.
"Magic City Wuhan University, Zhao Xuemei!"
"Kyoto Wuhan University, Wei Shujie!"
As soon as the two introduced themselves, a roar suddenly came from the audience: "Mowu will win, defeat Jingwu!"
"Mowu will win!"
"Jingwu will win, a string of five!"
"..."
Many people from both universities came to watch the match this time. The grievances between Jingwu and Mowu are really countless.
The first and the second rarely have a harmonious relationship.
Before the national exchange competition was officially announced to the public, the two universities had private competitions almost every year, with Mowu losing more and winning less.
"quiet!"
A strong man shouted softly, interrupting everyone's cheers.
The referee was not in a hurry to announce the start. After the silence calmed down, he shouted: "Start!"
As soon as it started, Zhao Xuemei and Wei Shujie moved at the same time!
Wei Shujie's first move was to chop him vertically with a stick!
This stick's burst of energy and blood surprised many people.
…
"asshole!"
Backstage, Yang Xiaoman roared angrily!
Wei Shujie hid his strength in the last round!
In the last round between Wei Shujie and Chen Jiasheng, the maximum burst of Qi and blood was 30 cards. Maybe Jingwu had been planning Mowu for a long time and did not let Wei Shujie show his true strength. After all, he might not be Chen Jiasheng's opponent when he exploded with all his strength. Anyway, there was another person behind him.
Fang Wenxiang takes the lead.
He lost so easily last time that many people underestimated him, including Mowu.
But this time, Wei Shujie started, and the energy and blood burst out with the first stick reached 50 calories!
Zhao Xuemei was not a warrior who tempered the bones of her upper limbs. She went up with the intention of hitting hard at the beginning, and her first blow on the stage was to chop the opponent hard.
Yang Xiaoman cursed angrily, but Tang Feng frowned and said, "Maybe it's to plot against Fang Ping."
Wei Shujie starts the game. Based on the situation before Mowu, once Fang Ping starts, he may be the first to encounter the opponent.
Once Fang Ping underestimates his opponent, he may be counterattacked.
Fang Ping didn't pay attention to these words, but kept staring at the front desk.
…
Wei Shujie's move that unleashed 50 calories of energy and blood was obviously beyond Zhao Xuemei's expectations.
Zhao Xuemei could not give in at this moment and could not avoid it.
She had no intention of giving in.
The next moment, the two sticks collided with each other!
"when!"
There was a loud noise, and Zhao Xuemei took several steps back, her face flushed, but she did not vomit blood.
Wei Shujie was unequivocal when he hit the target with one blow. He immediately caught up and started the second blow!
Zhao Xuemei swung her stick to block this time, and there was a loud bang. The long stick in her hand kept shaking, and blood dripped from her hand.
Zhao Xuemei pursed her lips, remained silent, and continued to take a few steps back.
Wei Shujie was struck hard by Zhao Xuemei two times in a row, and he was a little surprised in his heart. He was not that easy to catch these two attacks. He knew Zhao Xuemei's situation, he was just a warrior who had tempered his bones.
Wei Shujie's energy and blood are close to 300 calories. In addition to retaining the necessary energy and blood to survive, he can at least chop with four to five sticks with all his strength.
If Zhao Xuemei takes another move from him, her internal organs may be severely damaged.
Wei Shujie didn't care what this woman thought, since he was forced to accept her, he wouldn't be polite!
Before everyone in the audience could recover, Wei Shujie swept across with his stick, causing waves of roars.
"when!"
On the third stick, there was another crisp sound.
Zhao Xuemei's hands were shaking so much that the long stick shook continuously. The next moment, the long stick in Zhao Xuemei's hand slipped and fell to the ground with a "dang" sound.
Wei Shujie's face lit up with joy. All three sticks were forcefully connected. At this moment, Zhao Xuemei was severely injured!
"This woman is trying to be brave!"
With such thoughts in his mind, Wei Shujie showed no mercy at all.
In the blink of an eye, his fourth stick fell!
The purpose of today's battle was to severely injure the main members of Mowu. As for the next battle, he was not prepared to fight. Their goal was to escape unscathed.
The moment his fourth stick fell, Zhao Xuemei, who had been retreating just now, suddenly rushed forward as fast as a tiger!
After slightly avoiding the front end of the long stick, Zhao Xuemei suddenly grabbed the back end of the long stick!
Wei Shujie was not afraid. Zhao Xuemei, whose upper limb bones were not yet tempered, wanted to grab his weapon, but it was not that easy!
At this moment, Zhao Xuemei, who had been silent all this time, suddenly opened his mouth, and a bloody arrow shot straight into his face!
Wei Shujie did not expect that Zhao Xuemei would hold back a mouthful of blood without spitting it out, but would use it at this time.
The speed of the blood arrow is extremely fast, and the distance between the two is very close.
The next moment, a blood arrow shot straight into Wei Shujie's eyes. Wei Shujie had to close his eyes, but without any delay in his hand, he put down the long stick with his right hand and punched Zhao Xuemei fiercely!
Zhao Xuemei had no intention of evading. At the same time that Wei Shujie was punching him, Zhao Xuemei took advantage of Wei Shujie's eyes being closed and could not see his movements clearly, and kicked him hard. The target was the opponent's vagina!
She chose to lose both sides!
Even if he receives a punch from his opponent, Wei Shujie will be crippled!
From the first swing of Wei Shujie's stick, Zhao Xuemei knew that she was no match for him. Instead of being maimed alone, both parties would suffer!
"Bang!"
Zhao Xuemei received a heavy punch on her left shoulder, and her bones made a crisp sound.
But the next moment, Zhao Xuemei also kicked the opponent hard in the vagina!
"ah!"
The one who burst out screaming was not Zhao Xuemei, but Wei Shujie!
Wei Shujie obviously didn't expect that the opponent would choose to punch him forcefully without evading him.
In addition, I couldn't see clearly, so I didn't wipe it for a while, and was actually kicked by Zhao Xuemei!
Screams broke out instantly, and then Wei Shujie fell to his knees and groaned in pain.
Zhao Xuemei, who had received three blows before, was punched in the face again, and her internal organs were seriously injured. As soon as Wei Shujie knelt down, Zhao Xuemei fell down with a "bang", and blood kept pouring out of her mouth.
The referee frowned slightly and said quickly: "Zhao Xuemei wins, lift him off!"
Wei Shujie fell to the ground first, so Zhao Xuemei was awarded the victory, but at this moment, it didn't matter whether he won or not.
Both of them were seriously injured, with Zhao Xuemei being more seriously injured than Wei Shujie.
But Wei Shujie injured his vagina, and he didn't know what the outcome would be. For a man, this is more troublesome than a serious injury.
…
"Fuck, I'm afraid!"
Fu Changding covered his vagina, shuddered, and then asked: "Are you okay?"
"You go to the game first, and we'll go to the medical room to take a look!"
Fang Ping warned and immediately led people to the medical room. For this competition, an emergency medical room was set up at the backstage of the gymnasium.
…
Soon, Fang Ping and others arrived at the medical room.
Yang Xiaoman and Chen Yunxi both had red eyes and looked at Zhao Xuemei, who was still spurting blood, "Xuemei..."
"Doctor, Xuemei..."
"The internal organs are injured, but it's good that the person is not dead. Take a few months to cultivate and recuperate the internal organs. Don't do anything aggressive within three months. You won't die..."
Doctors have seen this kind of situation too many times, and this time the medical team was specially mobilized from the cave.
As long as a person doesn't die and is willing to throw away pills and resources, he can usually recover.
Of course, even if a broken palm like Sun Mingyu's is reattached, it will have some impact later on.
But it will waste at least two months of cultivation time.
Everyone was relieved when they heard that Zhao Xuemei could recover. The blood in Zhao Xuemei's mouth stopped and she was still conscious. She said with difficulty: "I...I'm fine..."
Fang Ping didn't say anything when he saw this. It wasn't the first time that Zhao Xuemei was competitive.
This time he knew he was outmatched, but in the end he crippled Wei Shujie with the intention of losing both sides.
Thinking of this, Fang Ping was a little curious, how was Wei Shujie?
It won't be abolished all at once, right?
If this really happens, it will be even worse for men than Sun Mingyu.
At this moment, Wei Shujie was not here either. Instead, he was in the inner room. Several people from Jingwu were also there, so Fang Ping was not in a good position to watch the excitement.
"Take good care of yourself."
Fang Ping warned him and saw that Bai Ruoxi had also arrived. He didn't stay here for long and there was still fighting ahead.
…
The warrior explodes with all his strength, enters the ring, fights between life and death, and determines the outcome very quickly.
When Fang Ping and the others came back, they happened to see Fu Changding roar and nail Long Tao's thigh to the ground with one shot!
"Anyone who dares to bully our Mowu will have you killed!"
Fu Changding didn't know Zhao Xuemei's situation yet, but he obviously didn't take it too lightly. He was furious at this moment, and with all his strength, he directly killed her!
If Long Tao hadn't stepped aside in time, it would have been his chest that was nailed to the ground.
Coincidentally, Han Xu and others from Jingwu also came back.
Seeing this scene, Han Xu looked gloomy, and everyone in Jingwu also looked ugly.
Wei Shujie was seriously injured by Zhao Xuemei. The doctor said that he should try his best to save the thing. In short, the situation was very critical. Even if he could save it this time, he would not be able to compete on stage in this round.
Now Long Tao was also seriously injured, and Fu Changding was still uttering arrogant words. How could everyone not be angry?
As the Jingwu instructor on the second floor admitted defeat, the medical team quickly carried people off the stage.
Five minutes into the battle, three people were seriously injured and fell off the stage!
Han Xu didn't wait for the referee to speak and went directly to the stage with a spear.
When Fu Changding saw him, he sneered: "Why are you using a gun? Just take out your sword."
"Fu Changding, do you think you can beat me?"
Han Xu was not in a hurry and said calmly: "You are learning to shoot because you have a psychological problem, right? I shot you so hard that you were bedridden for two months..."
Fu Changding snorted coldly: "Does it make sense to bring up the matter of Chen Sesame and Rotten Millet?
That was the beginning. Are all the people in the world who are learning to shoot guns influenced by you, Han Xu? What a joke!"
"You and Tang Songting can actually enter the exchange competition. It's beyond my expectation. I thought there were so many talented people in Mowu that you two couldn't make it." Han Xu said, and added: "But it doesn't matter. At the beginning,
You who can fight can't hold your heads up, and it's the same now!"
"Then try it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the spear rang out softly, and it was already shot out!
Han Xu did not accept the move, and the figure moved and left the place instantly.
Fu Changding had seen his footwork last time, and it was no longer ambiguous at this moment. The spear instantly turned from thrust to sweep, with him as the center, sweeping across all directions!
The next moment, Han Xu's figure appeared.
"I originally thought about saving some energy, but after thinking about it again, I decided to finish you off neatly and with a gun. You will remember for the rest of your life that as long as I, Han Xu, use a gun, you will never be my opponent!"
Han Xu was still thinking about talking at this moment. On the one hand, it was to lower Fu Changding's morale. On the other hand, it also showed that he was indeed very capable.
"Buzz!"
There was a burst of explosions in the air, and Han Xu's spear quickly swept out, colliding with Fu Changding's spear.
"Bang!"
Sparks splash.
The next moment, Han Xu's arms became thicker and his temples collapsed.
Liu Huarong, who had been following the competition, said in surprise: "Three times of bone tempering, no, the upper limb bones have been tempered, maybe more than 30%..."
Han Xu was also tempering the bones of his lower limbs, but at this moment, his arms suddenly became thicker, bursting out with strong energy and blood.
"I thought Han Xu was better at footwork, but now it seems that he underestimated Han Xu. His energy and blood burst out to 60 calories, which is no weaker than Fang Ping."
Chen Xueyan answered: "Fang Ping has met a strong opponent. Han Xu is faster than him and has the trump card."
"The two may not meet."
"..."
After they finished speaking, Fu Changding had already exchanged more than ten moves with Han Xu on the ring.
Han Xu didn't explode every time, but his movements were faster than Fu Changding's. After more than ten moves, Fu Changding was obviously at a disadvantage.
Fu Changding's face was flushed at this moment, and his heart was furious.
Suddenly, Fu Changding roared: "Look at my Luo family gun!"
After saying that, the spear in his hand instantly swung out, shaking the air with a wave of air.
Han Xu's face also became a little solemn.
Unprepared to take Fu Changding's move, Han Xu moved his steps and chose to avoid it.
But the next moment, everyone was a little confused.
Fu Changding swept out his spear, but he threw it away casually and let the spear fly out, regardless of whether it would hurt anyone. There were so many masters present.
The spear flew out of the stage with a "whoosh" sound. Before the strong man on the second floor could take action, the referee pinched the spear and caught it.
Fu Changding threw the spear, and the man was already running towards Han Xu.
Han Xu's attention was just attracted by the spear. He didn't wipe it away for a moment and was hit closely by Fu Changding.
"Bang bang bang..."
The two got close, Fu Changding moved his fists and kicks, and Han Xu didn't hesitate and started a close combat with him.
The two moved extremely fast, and after a few seconds, there was a "bang" and a figure flew out.
Everyone took a closer look and saw that it was Fu Changding.
Fu Changding looked pale at the moment, with blood oozing from his mouth, but he smiled proudly.
After finishing laughing, his eyes hurriedly looked towards the second floor.
He himself will not admit defeat!
Tang Feng on the second floor looked helpless and said: "Admit defeat!"
Only then did everyone have time to look at Han Xu. Han Xu's face was also a little pale, but he looked much better than Fu Changding.
But Fu Changding's proud smile obviously had a reason.
At this moment, Han Xu's eyes were dark purple, both eyes could not be opened, and blood was dripping from his nose.
Fu Changding took a few moves from him and punched him in the face several times, almost disfiguring Han Xu.
Han Xu's energy and blood have not yet been exhausted, but his eyes are getting bigger and bigger, and he is obviously losing sight.
The first-level warrior lost his eyesight and found it difficult to distinguish his position by listening to the wind. At this moment, Han Xu obviously did not have much fighting power left.
"Nice fight!"
Seeing Fu Changding being carried down, Fang Ping gave a rare compliment.
After Han Xu was beaten like this, he might not be Yang Xiaoman's opponent next.
Fu Changding gasped and laughed hard: "What's this? Look at his face, I have to let him fight until the finals with a pig's head on his head!"
Everyone was feeling much better now because of the depression caused by Zhao Xuemei's serious injury, and they suddenly started laughing.
Yang Xiaoman was wearing gloves at the moment and hummed: "Look at me, you bastards who dare to hit women, I will make them look good!"
This statement refers to both Jingwu and Fang Ping.
Fang Ping rolled his eyes, thought for a while and reminded: "Han Xu's eyesight is damaged, you should be able to deal with it, but Fang Wenxiang is not weak. Don't be injured too seriously. You will have to fight them the day after tomorrow."
"Know!"
Yang Xiaoman didn't know whether he heard it or not, but he had already stepped onto the ring.