A golden light flashed by.

The old voice sounded, echoing the entire campus.

The principal stood in the air, wearing golden light, looked down at Chen Liandu and said in a low voice, "You can just fight a few people, and the subsequent teams will go directly, but there is only one chance."

"Thank you for your accomplishment!"

Chen Lian held the sword in one hand, his face still changed, and bowed to the principal.

The principal did not respond, fell back to the ground from the air and waved his hand.

The teacher in charge of the event immediately shouted the horn and called on the participants from the five groups behind Chen Liandu.

Ten people quickly got on the ring and surrounded Chen Liandu.

"start!"

Swish~swish~swish!

After the referee finished speaking, the ten people holding the sword quickly attacked Chen Liandu from all sides.

Ten beat one, and they all held their breath.

No matter how powerful Chen Lian is, he is not a warrior. He is so arrogant that he beats ten people, thinking they are...

Bang bang bang!

A series of muffled sounds suddenly came out.

Chen Lian was facing the siege, and suddenly shook his body left and right. He avoided the attack at an extremely fast speed, and waved his long sword without a sharp edge against the ten people who were besieging him.

There was no deliberate blow to the position in the filming, but there was no mercy.

Arms, chest, face...

With a sword, three or five people were hit and screamed and fell to the ground.

With another sword, the remaining people howled and retreated one after another.

"So cruel!"

"What's the matter? It's not intentional. The head teacher said that any battle will be accidental and may be injured!"

"What a fast sword! Chen Lian didn't use "The Thirteen Swords of Datang", and his identity was also very powerful."

"Nonsense, he is the young master of the Chen family, how could he lack martial arts?"

“…”

Off the field, after a brief silence, a "wow" sound set off a wave and everyone was talking.

Although the previous battle was not interesting, no one was injured, let alone blood.

Chen Lian was fine, and as soon as he got on the ring, he shouted and beat ten.

As a result, not only did he get what he wanted, but he also did not worry about it. Ten students who besieged him, both men and women, were injured.

One of the boys almost shaved half of their faces, and half of their teeth were lost.

The other three have broken bones in their arms and bloody palms.

The remaining few were also spitting blood in their mouths, and one or two of them broke the ribs.

Chen Lian only used two moves to win a one-to-one fight against ten.

Some of the people in the audience cheered, some despised, some worshiped, and some disliked...

Several students waiting to appear next to Song Qianyuan were looking different and even showing timidity.

Chen Liandu's previous battles mostly played.

However, Chen Liandu's move shocked everyone and suddenly woke everyone up.

This battle is not about making fun of it, but about blood!

...

In the noise, the competition continues.

There was Chen Liandu's precedent in front and was much more cautious than the fight. If he couldn't beat him, he immediately shouted to admit defeat.

Some people also learn from Chen Liandu, who have to fight one, two, three, and four.

The most is to go to the sky, one fights eight.

As a result, I won.

It was faster, ruthless and accurate than Chen Liandu's, and Xiang Tianxing spent a lot of time to solve the eight people who besieged him.

Even so, Xiang Tianxing won everyone's cheers.

Because he did not let the besieged suffer trauma.

It's much higher than Chen Liandu.

Just as the atmosphere became more and more enthusiastic, it was finally Song Qianyuan's turn to play.

...

"The next game, Song Qianyuan!"

The voice of the report teacher rang out, and the lively playground suddenly became quiet.

The next moment, everyone looked up and looked at the entrance of the arena.

Facing countless gazes, Song Qianyuan looked calm and walked onto the ring step by step with the school's iron sword.

Then, looking around, his eyes fell on the rostrum where the principal and others were sitting, and said loudly, "I want to hit thirty."

quiet.

The originally quiet playground suddenly became quieter and silent.

"Damn!"

It was still after a shout and scolding that everyone suddenly woke up, and they were inexplicably excited and shouted.

"Oh, Song Qianyuan is even more arrogant than Chen Lian!"

"Yes, this guy won't think he is a warrior, so he won't take others seriously, right?"

"Uh, it seems that a warrior can really easily fight thirty martial artists. No, it's okay to fight more than thirty, forty, and fifty! Don't forget that not all those who sign up for the competition are martial artists. No matter how many people join in the fun, it's not enough for Song Qianyuan to fight alone!"

"Hehe, you're afraid you've forgotten that Song Qianyuan can also know the body technique of "Flying Immortal Sword Stage". Chen even can't "Flying Immortal Sword Stage", and they all fight ten with one, let alone Song Qianyuan?"

"Niu Pi! Song Qianyuan is so cool!"

...

Some supportive, some ridiculous, some worship, and some contempt.

The huge playground was very lively for a while.

"snort!"

In a corner of the playground, Chen Lian shouted coldly, looking at Song Qianyuan on the ring, his eyes showing anger.

"This Song Qianyuan is too arrogant! He is just a warrior, so he dares to look down on everyone. Young Master Lian, don't worry, he will definitely lose!"

"Yes, he will definitely lose a lot if he fights thirty."

“…”

Chen Lian was standing around him, and they all spoke up to belittle Song Qianyuan.

"Enough."

Chen Lian yelled softly, "If anyone with the surname Song dares to speak, he will definitely be sure!"

He doesn't care whether Song Qianyuan wins or loses.

Chen Lian was angry that Song Qianyuan shouted three times the number of people he beat.

Is it because I look down on him or deliberately provoking him?

...

In the noise, the principal's calm and old voice rang again.

"Accurate."

Oh oh ~!

There was cheers on the playground.

Thirty participants lined up behind Song Qianyuan quickly got on the ring in the excitement.

Thirty people, including men and women, each holding a weapon without a sharp edge, looked at Song Qianyuan with fear and excitement.

What I fear is the strength of Song Qianyuan’s warriors, and what I excites is that I can challenge the warriors.

And thirty people went together, thirty on one.

If you lose, there is nothing to say.
To be continued...