Zhao Wushang's words were shocking. He didn't even fight, but he directly announced his defeat.
"Are you sure?"
The referee on one side looked at Zhao Wushang in surprise, not believing his ears, and asked again.
"This student Zhao Wushang, let me remind you that the competition adopts a two-game best-of-three system. It is already difficult for you to win the first game. If you give up in the second game, it will be especially disadvantageous for you who are slightly weaker."
"Thank you referee for reminding me, I know."
Zhao Wushang smiled and bowed his hands politely to the referee, insisting on admitting defeat.
The referee smiled helplessly, "That's good."
Zhao Wushang's opponent was in a state of impatience, as if a fist that had been charging for a long time suddenly hit the air.
The third battle is about to begin.
Arena No. 1.
At this time, Xu Renli was holding a communicator, and the screen switched to a live broadcast. It was Zhao Wushang's third battle.
"This guy has indeed changed a lot. In the second battle, he took the initiative to admit defeat. It should be a psychological warfare, with the purpose of paralyzing his opponent."
How to numb it?
In the first game, Zhao Wushang won by luck.
In the second game, Zhao Wushang simply admitted defeat, and it was a one-to-one draw. The third game became an important deciding game.
For Zhao Wushang's opponent, he is already stronger than Zhao Wushang. Since the draw has already been drawn, this person may relax in the third round, giving Zhao Wushang an opportunity to take advantage of.
really.
Just as Xu Renli expected.
In the third match, Zhao Wushang fought steadily and withstood the opponent's violent attacks. When he relaxed, he suddenly drew his sword.
Poof.
The opponent's right wrist was hit by a sword, and he was defeated again.
"I...lost again?"
This senior martial arts student left the battlefield in despair.
Only then did the referee realize that Zhao Wushang's intention of conceding defeat in the second game was actually to paralyze his opponent and prepare for a counterattack in the third game.
Although this kid is just a student in an ordinary college, his mind is so strong that he will achieve great things in the future.
"Wu Shang, you are now somewhat of a distinguished disciple of Xu Renli's."
Xu Renli smiled lightly and put away the communicator.
Mu Yueqi, Ling Feihe
Xu Renli is not worried at all about the competition between Ouyang Yi and others. Even if he is unlucky and encounters a very powerful opponent, he can still win 9 games and advance to the official competition steadily.
Among the students participating in the competition, senior warriors are considered rare masters, no one in a hundred.
As for the top warriors, they are basically seed players. Counting all the schools, there are only a few dozen at most.
As for the "evil students" with a health value of more than 1,000 cards, they are rare and will compete for the top spots in the individual competition.
Five days later, the qualifiers ended.
In Arena No. 1, the referee Lu Xing announced loudly.
"Dear principals, teachers, students and the public, our Longxiang City competition area qualifiers have officially ended, and the information of the qualified candidates will be tallied soon. The competition will take a half-day break, and the official competition will start at eight o'clock tomorrow morning!"
Everyone dispersed.
Xu Renli was notified that the school required statistics on the scores of participating students in each class so that he could be well informed.
In the sixth class classroom.
There were a total of 55 students, and 47 students signed up for the competition. When the results were counted, Xu Renli was surprised to find that 39 students were promoted!
Among them, there are even 25 students, who are clearly just low-level warriors!
At this moment, Xu Renli was completely shocked.
The promotion rate of 83% is simply terrifying!
Moreover, what happened to those 25 low-level warrior-level students, and why were they successfully promoted?
"Who is that..."
Xu Renli pointed at one of the promoted students. He was just a low-level warrior with 251 energy cards.
At the beginning of this semester, this person was definitely a genius among geniuses, but now in Class 6, such a person is just average.
"What's your record? Briefly tell me about the promotion process?"
The man stood up immediately, looking excited and flattered.
"Teacher Xu, I won all 10 battles. When I met my opponents, 8 were low-level warriors and 2 were mid-level warriors. I beat them up...and then I won!"
Xu Renli was stunned, "Is this the end?"
"Yeah, it's over."
The student said again.
"According to the combat experience you gave us, I found that those two intermediate warriors were so bad and full of flaws. If my energy and blood power were not a little lower, I could beat them all by myself.
tooth……"
Are all current students so poor?
Can a low-level warrior stop pretending like this?
The corner of Xu Renli's mouth twitched. After tallying the results, he left the classroom and met He Ming. The old man smiled happily.
"Brother Xu, the promotion results of my fifth class are great. A total of 31 students participated and 14 were promoted, haha..."
kindness?
The promotion rate is less than 50%, Old Man He, why are you so happy?
At this time, Ye Hongxuan and other teachers from other classes gathered around and introduced the results of their own classes.
"Class 5 is so good? I'm not bad at class 1. There were 28 students participating, and 10 of them advanced."
"In my second class, 24 students participated, and 8 were promoted."
"We have 22 students from class three participating, and 7 have advanced."
…
Compared with the other four classes, which only have a promotion rate of about 33%, the promotion rate of Class Five is higher, reaching 45%.
In response, Xu Renli smiled and said nothing, allowing the group of people to compliment each other.
Just compliment each other, and you will be shocked to death later, haha.
Several people came to the Combat Skills Academy building, went to the teaching director's office, and handed the statistical information to Yuan Yan.
"Class 1 is good, Class 2, Class 3 and Class 4 are also okay. Class 5 is better than Class 1. He Ming teaches you well. Class 6...fuck!"
Yuan Yan, a dignified and low-level martial arts sect, has always been calm and unhappy, but now he suddenly burst into foul language, with confusion, surprise and shock on his face!
"47 students participated, and 39 advanced? Including 25 low-level warriors, 12 intermediate warriors and 2 high-level warriors?"
As soon as these words came out, He Ming, Ye Hongxuan and others looked at me and I looked at you, everyone looked in disbelief.
Are you sure there is no cheating on this promotion ratio?!
"Don't look at me like that. There are personal numbers of the promoted students on it. You can find it out with just a query. I believe Professor Xu won't be so boring, right?"
The more Yuan Yan looked at Xu Renli, the more he appreciated it.
A few days ago, Xu Renli used barbarian prisoners of war to train Wei Min and other students, which was a new approach, and the final results were gratifying.
Nowadays, the results of Class 6 are so outstanding that they can hardly be concealed.
Doesn’t it just show that this Professor Xu is an amazing talent?