Chapter 142 The relationship between victory and defeat
Xiao Zhang's wound hurt, and he knelt down on one knee. He knew that he was coming from behind like the wind, but he had no time to fight back. Under the ring, Brother Li was lying on the glass wall with a ferocious face and shouting something? He couldn't hear clearly. Are you about to lose? My own
The first battle! Is this going to end?
Just when he was about to take advantage of the situation to roll forward and make further calculations, a cold feeling came from his neck. Nie Wanyao held the hairpin with her backhand and stood with her back to Xiao Zhang. The cold light was already touching his throat.
"Nie Wuyao wins!" Lou Shuai announced the result of the competition immediately without hesitation.
Xiao Zhang did not get up, but punched the ring with his fist in anger, and closed his eyes tightly. He did not expect that the first defeat of the Thirteen Institutes would be at his own hands.
Nie Wanyao seemed to be in a good mood after winning the competition. She glanced condescendingly at Xiao Zhang's lonely back, pursed her lips, turned to squat down in front of Xiao Zhang, put her hands on her chin, and said softly: "I'm sorry, I'll do it.
It's a bit heavy, are you okay?"
"I'm... too slow!" After a long while, Xiao Zhang said this with great difficulty.
Indeed, in this match, he lost on speed. Faced with this kind of spatial ability, his shortcomings in speed were undoubtedly exposed.
Nie Wanyao's smiling eyes narrowed into slits and she touched Xiao Zhang's head: "It doesn't matter, keep working hard. You are very strong. If you know your weaknesses, you must train in a targeted manner. Come on!" After that, he
The skirt fluttered back to the corner of the ring, waiting for the next opponent to take the stage.
The result of the match against No. 1 School has been announced. On the other side of the arena, Zhang Yuhuan has obviously noticed this, but he has gone relatively smoothly and has already won one game. The person in front of him is already the third person from No. 7 School.
After taking the stage, according to custom, he put the Kuilong sword aside, bowed three times, and then began to fight with his opponent.
In the match between the Seven Schools and Zhang Yuhuan, a thin man with clear eyes was sent. At the beginning of the match, he almost defeated Zhang Yuhuan with his powerful hypnotic ability.
Zhang Yuhuan was careless and indeed fell into the trap. He was in a trance and looked dull. Under the urging of his opponent, he stiffly raised his hands and murmured: "I vote..."
Before the third word came out of his mouth, the Kuilong lying aside suddenly buzzed and shook. Zhang Yuhuan felt as if a bell was ringing in his head. At the same time, his opponent's body shook, and he was broken from hypnosis.
Zhang Yuhuan came back to his senses, extended one palm forward, with an angry look on his face, and the golden energy all over his body exploded: "Get out!" With this roar, the rising golden energy turned into an angry lion, roared towards the lean man, and pounced
Then he went and directly sprayed his thin figure out of the ring. The man was like a leaf falling in the wind, and was blasted dozens of meters before landing.
"What's the lion's roar skill?" Yin Kaixi asked in shock when he saw the golden lion flashing away from a distance.
"No, that's something he imagined. This kid can condense Qi into what he wants, and it's quite powerful!" Yuan Cheng said calmly.
"What he wants? Then if he wants an atomic bomb, is that okay?" Yin Kaixi was a little surprised after hearing this sentence.
Unitcheng shook his head slightly: "Then you have to ask him!"
At the moment, Zhang Yuhuan's opponent was obviously more capable than the previous one. He controlled the ice that was formed out of thin air to fight Zhang Yuhuan. However, Zhang Yuhuan was now covered in fire and suppressed the man steadily. It was only a matter of time before he won.
When Murong Duo saw Xiao Zhang's defeat, he sighed in his heart and shouted towards Zhang Yuhuan: "Yu Huan! Fight quickly!"
Decide!"
Zhang Yuhuan heard Murong Duo's words and knew that Xiao Zhang's defeat had put the Thirteenth Institute into trouble. He was in urgent need of a victory to boost morale. He waved a fireball with one hand, jumped back tens of meters, and fired a Qi stroke. The bow appeared out of thin air, and it looked exactly like Xiao Zhang's bow! It's just that this bow was shining with gold, not red.
"I will take this blow on Xiao Zhang's behalf!" Zhang Yuhuan shouted loudly, and a golden light arrow was formed in his hand in an instant, burning with blazing fire, and came out with a "pop" sound.
When the opponent saw the arrow coming, he held up an ice shield with both hands in front of his body, but it only held up for a moment before it broke apart and was then engulfed in flames.
"Seven institutes versus thirteen institutes, the final result is that the thirteen institutes win!"
After Zheng Liancai heard the referee's announcement, his face turned as cold as ice, and he became gloomy. Against the No. 1 team, Shen Bai already had an absolute advantage and should be able to win.
In this way, the record of the seventh school should be one win and one loss. Whether to play a playoff depends on the final result of the thirteenth school versus the first school.
As soon as Li Moyan came on stage, he heard Zhang Yuhuan's victory over there. When he turned around, Murong Duo was looking at him with complicated eyes. Indeed, what stood in front of him were two contestants from the same school. If he wanted to win, he must be like Zhang Yuhuan. , only two consecutive wins are enough. Once it fails, it will be a win and a loss, and there is a high possibility of a playoff.
This is the result that the Thirteen Schools least want to see. Now that we have a victory in hand, as long as we win one more victory, we can advance smoothly. This will be absolutely beneficial to the subsequent games. If there are extra games, it will inevitably cause unnecessary consumption.
Li Moyan took a deep breath, smiled brightly at Murong Duo, stretched out his thumb, and raised his eyebrows. Murong Duo was in a complicated mood at this time, so she just smiled and gave him a thumbs up.
"Do you have so little confidence in me..." Li Moyan saw this and thought to himself.
The moment Li Moyan stepped onto the stage, he became the focus of the three institutes. His victory or defeat will directly affect the fate of the three institutes for this seminar!
If there are two consecutive wins, then Thirteen will be promoted with two wins, while One will be eliminated with two losses, and Seven will be eliminated with one win and one loss, which can be regarded as fulfilling Zheng Licai's wish. If defeated, all three will be eliminated. One win and one loss, a playoff!
Li Moyan walked slowly to the middle of the ring, took a deep breath, looked up at Nie Wanyao, and said softly: "Sister, you hit my little brother, I'm here to stand up for you."
Nie Wanyao chuckled: "You guys from the Thirteenth Institute all like to scare people before they start."
Li Moyan didn't say much and nodded towards Lou Shuai. Lou Shuai understood and immediately announced the start of the game.
At the same time, the United Kingdom was more than 10,000 kilometers away.
In an old castle, the phone rang. In the dark room, a hand with a huge ring answered the phone: "Well, is it going well in China? What? Chinese woman?"
In a hospital bed in Xi'an, a blond foreign man was talking on his mobile phone: "Yes, father, it was love at first sight! I swear!" This person was none other than the one who was controlled by Murong Duo in the bar last night. Oh, the one who performed a striptease on stage.
"It's impossible, my child. What our family wants is blood, not love. You should understand this!" The man's voice in the castle seemed a little unhappy.
"But...Father, she is also a superpower! And she is a psychic control superpower! I want to marry her, please help me! She will be helpful to our family.
Believe me, father!" Hearing his father's refusal, the man looked a little anxious.
On the other end of the phone, his father fiddled with the big ring in his hand and murmured: "Mind control? I know, give me some time. Also, have you contacted the Chinese association?"
"Not yet...no, I drank too much last night and was beaten by a gangster..." The man hesitated in his words.
"Rogue? Beaten me? My son, you are a superpower, how could you be beaten by a gangster? You will bring disgrace to the family!"
"I don't know what happened. The gangster moved very quickly. I didn't see it clearly at all. Maybe he was drunk... but it's not serious. I will be able to contact the association soon."
"Okay, take care of yourself, my son." The man sighed, hung up the phone, rubbed the gems on the ring, and fell into silence.
When the foreign man heard that his father was relieved, he put his hands behind his head in a happy mood and recalled with a smile the graceful woman in the bar who fascinated him so much. The Chinese woman he longed for was Murong Duo. At this moment
She was looking at the stage nervously.
On the ring, Li Moyan's whole body was full of green energy. He held the Eight Palaces Technique with one hand and calmly dealt with the hairpin that Nie Wanyao swept towards him.
If you can observe clearly off the stage, then it is a different feeling when you are in the ring. The speed of the hairpin is extremely fast, and under Nie Wiyao's deliberate control, the trajectory is erratic. You must know that Nie Wanyao can do it at any time.
Appearing in the position of any hairpin is definitely a threat to him.
Fortunately, relying on the perception of the Eight Palaces Technique, he could respond promptly when any hairpin came close to him. After repeated attempts, Nie Wanyao's attack did not yield any results.
But this kind of delay is not a good thing for Li Moyan. After all, there is still a game waiting for him.
"Whoosh!" A cold light flashed, and Li Moyan moved out with one hand and slapped the hairpin with the back of his hand. The hairpin buzzed and deviated from the track. Then Nie Wanyao's figure followed, asked, grabbed the hairpin, and drew out
A stream of light.
Li Moyan stepped back sideways, curled up a stream of green energy with his fist, and swung it out quickly. Nie Wanyao smiled slightly, and her body turned into a stream of green smoke again. When she reappeared, she was already holding another hairpin in the distance, and this one
The punch just hit the air.
"Well... you are the player who played in the previous row of five, right? I seem to have some impression." Nie Wanyao used one hand to hold the two hairpins in her hands again.
"Do you have so much nonsense in your school?" Li Moyan was passive and naturally he was not in a good mood.
Nie Wanyao raised her eyebrows: "It's just that everyone is relatively boring, and it's rare to chat with outsiders. Are all the thirteen of you so ignorant of compassion?"
"Hmph, I'm sorry, if I were compassionate, my sister would kill me!" Li Moyan pointed at Murong Duo under the ring with his thumb. Nie Wuyao looked over, and Murong Duo was looking here with a frown.
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"Oh... do you like her?" Nie Wanyao joked.
"A girl who gossips like you is really breaking the rules. Okay, I don't like to listen to your chat. It's time to get ready and go back to the waiting table!" As soon as Li Moyan finished speaking, he turned out dozens of talismans with both hands at the same time.
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Nie Wanyao pursed her lips and said displeasedly: "It's boring!"
Li Moyan's eyes were steady, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and with a "whoosh" sound, his figure turned into a shadow in Nie Wiyao's shocked eyes.