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Chapter 683 Be careful with every word you say

“The High School Affiliated to Imperial University is so awesome and has such a strong lineup.”

"But I heard that Wang Ning's tactics are unpredictable. The four players from Hengshui Middle School are evenly matched, and their performance in every game is unexpected. They have both tactics and strength."

"I stand with Lin Kehan, the only master of swordsmanship. She comes from a famous family. Her father is a big shot in the Chinese Ace Army."

"Wang Zhi, which team do you think can win the championship?"

The three women were discussing animatedly.

His eyes were once again focused on Wang Zhi.

"I think..."

Wang Zhi felt three expectant eyes, and felt confused: "There will be a dark horse like our Mingzhou Middle School coming out to disrupt the situation."

Danger!

You have to be careful with every word you say.

"Is there a dark horse?"

"It's also possible. After all, some schools are invincible in the province and have preserved their strength."

"More than half a month has passed since the provincial competition. Everyone will make progress. It's hard to say how much stronger they will become, right?"

"If the four of us go to play a game now, do you think we can enter the national competition?"

Soul grass!

Look what I do again!

Aren’t your eyes tired?

"What do you think?"

Wang Zhi decisively kicked the ball back.

Can I enter?

Maybe...

The three girls all felt a little regretful.

Although they tried their best in the Zhijiang Provincial College Cup, they were indeed the ones holding Wang Zhi back.

If they were stronger...

The person standing on the stage now is not Hangcheng No. 2 Middle School, but their Mingzhou Middle School.

The atmosphere was slightly sentimental and solemn.

"Take it easy."

Wang Zhi came out to smooth things over: "We have made history. We have not lost a game. You all performed very well. Blame me. It would be great if I could play in the final."

"But what if we enter the national competition or even win the championship?"

"It's just a game. You should take it seriously, but don't be too obsessed. There will be more opportunities like this in the future."

"Come on, eat melon and watch the game!"



Under Wang Zhi's relaxation and open-mindedness, the three women also smiled in relief.

In fact, they felt more or less guilty. After all, in their opinion, Wang Zhi fully deserved a place in the national competition. If he were in Zhenyang Middle School, even Dongning No. 1 Middle School, give him Pan Huanghe and Cai Ming.

, he is a strong contender for the championship.

Do you care?

Wang Zhi really didn't care.

He was still tired of traveling all the way to the imperial capital to participate in the national competition.

This is an honor, but it is not necessary. It is similar to the first place in the National Mathematical Olympiad Competition in Liberal Arts...

The time quickly reached 8:00.

The national competition officially begins.

32 teams are divided into upper and lower halves to compete against each other, and the single elimination system is simple and clear.

The live screen can switch signals, allowing you to freely watch the game you want. The three girls unanimously chose the No. 1 seed team—Sima Yan’s team from the High School Affiliated to Imperial University.

We are all curious about how good the No. 1 seed in the conference is.

It was also the first time for Wang Zhi to watch Sima Yan fight, the legendary super genius girl.

He took Wang Shuang as his idol and goal, but at the same age, he had already completely caught up with Wang Shuang of that period.

"The Extraordinary One."

"Swordsmanship close to the master level."

"What a great footwork."

Wang Zhi was amazed.

When we chatted before, Sima Yan was only a ninth-level elite original user, but now she has improved again.

Also, I seemed to be only a level three elite original user at that time, right?

Sima Yan's flexible footwork interspersed between the three opponents. Sima Yan was invincible. The other two people in the Imperial High School were also very strong. They cooperated with each other in every battle and quickly defeated their opponents and successfully advanced.

It takes 1 and a half minutes.

"The championship team is really strong."

"The opponent is too weak and cannot push the true level of the Imperial High School."

"The coordination of the Imperial High School Affiliated is a bit rusty. Captains Wu Junkai and Fang Hua's rhythm is obviously not on the same channel as Sima Yan."

"Why does it feel so similar to us?"



The first round ended quickly.

The four seeded teams all advanced calmly. Some of the sixteen games were intense, some were dull, some were played in less than three minutes, and the slowest game lasted a full thirty-three minutes.

The last person.

A win is a win, but the energy is severely damaged and it is almost impossible to advance to the next round.

9:00.

The second round begins.

Sixteen teams continued to compete, and the strengths and weaknesses began to emerge. The top two teams in the top half became eye-catching. The No. 1 seed Emperor University Affiliated Middle School and the No. 4 seed Hengshui Middle School both ended their battles in less than five minutes.

Although there is still a third round to play, it is almost certain that they will reach the semi-finals and compete for the best in the top half.

The lower half is more intense.

The eight teams all worked hard, and the fight was fierce and intense.

Modu Middle School encountered a double-T defensive team, which was unable to attack the enemy hard, and its own magician was killed by a sudden flying sword. No weak team could stand out in the national competition.

Lin Kehan ​​of Wuhan University in Yangcheng is still strong. His sword is as powerful as a tiger's bite and no one can stop him. However, his teammates are a bit stretched. Facing Yucai Middle School, which has a tacit cooperation and a wave of offensives, the battle is inextricable.

On the contrary, in the match between Changjun Middle School and Nanjing Foreign Language School, which ended first in the second half, Changjun Middle School defeated its opponent without a fight.

What impressed Wang Zhi deeply was a melee mage from Changjun Middle School. The wand in his hand had complex original patterns. It was estimated to be gold-level dark gold equipment. In addition to strengthening magic damage, it could also change into various forms.

"What's his name?" Wang Zhi asked.

"Li Junmo." Han Qingxue replied with familiarity: "Highly evolved third-level extraordinary original energy user, the ace of Changjun Middle School, and the top three mage in the national competition."

"Um."

Wang Zhi nodded.

This Li Jun is very simple.

"Hangcheng No. 2 Middle School lost..."

"What a pity, it was just a little bit close."

"They have played very well, but the opponent is indeed stronger overall."

The fourth team to advance in the lower half, the High School Affiliated to Jilin University, eliminated the champion team of Zhijiang Province, Hangcheng No. 2 Middle School. This team, which won the Zhijiang Province College Cup final, stopped in the top 16 in the country.

Wang Zhi was not surprised.

In this kind of competition, strength speaks for itself.

If so, the Affiliated High School of Datong University would definitely be promoted, but Hangcheng No. 2 Middle School has no absolute strong point. Facing the Affiliated High School of Jilin University, which is overall better than them, it is reasonable to lose.

but……

It's still a bit of a pity.

As a member of Zhijiang Province, I naturally hope that the team from Zhijiang Province can go further.

The three girls all felt a little regretful.

Ji Xiaoxue sent a message to Gu Xiaolou to comfort her senior sister.

Han Qingxue looked at Wang Zhi, as if to say: If we are the ones representing Zhijiang Province, we will definitely win.

Lin Xia spoke very little from beginning to end. She was immersed in the atmosphere of the competition without concealing the desire in her eyes. She really wanted to stand on the highest stage of the high school originals.

Two hours rest interval.

The quarterfinals will start at 11:00, and the eight teams will have plenty of time to relax and rest.

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