On the field, Reinhardt looked at Flvio with a little solemnity in his eyes.

Before the fight started, he could already feel the pressure the other party brought to him.

And so is Flvio.

With the referee's order, the battle began.

But neither side immediately launched an attack on the other side.

Reinhardt stood there, staring at Flvio with his tiger eyes, and his body was already in a fighting posture.

Flvio walked back and forth around Reinhardt, like a wolf scrutinizing his prey, paced back and forth, looking for flaws.

The two of them confronted each other for about a minute, and finally, Flvio couldn't stand it anymore.

The moment he launched the attack, his body lowered, like a cheetah, rushed towards Reinhardt. Even without the blessing of spiritual energy, his speed reached thirty meters per second!

So fast that I can only see a afterimage!

In the blink of an eye, he came to Reinhardt and punched directly into Reinhardt's face.

Reinhardt also reacted quickly. Although he was big, he was actually very flexible. One of them retreated slightly, raised one arm to block the door, and punched Flvio's waist with the other.

That fist that was big, and it would definitely not be much better if you ended up with a punch.

So Flvio avoided it.

As the fist arrived, his body suddenly changed direction, as flexible as a swimming snake, and in an instant, Reinhardt's heavy punch flashed.

It's a feint!

Before Reinhardt could return to defense, Flvio directly hit Reinhardt's side rib with a jab.

Falled!

A hint of joy appeared on Flvio's face, but the next second, he suddenly felt a strong wind blowing, his face turned pale, and he reacted very quickly and squatted down.

Reinhardt's thick arms swept over his head, causing a whirlwind.

Fervio's face was covered in cold sweat.

You know, the axillary ribs under his attack were where the nerves gathered. Logically speaking, his punch hit would cause convulsions. No matter how bad it was, his posture would be deformed due to severe pain and fractures.

But Reinhardt seemed to have no pain. Not only did he not have any posture deformation, but he instead made the most rapid counterattack.

If he hit that slap, with the difference in tonnage, he would probably fly out directly!

This guy is hard to deal with!

Frvio retreated quickly.

Reinhardt also frowned.

The guy in front of him reacted very quickly and was stronger than him. If it weren't for his muscle density far exceeding that of ordinary people, his pain tolerance would be extraordinary. I'm afraid that that punch would reveal more flaws and be knocked down.

However...Reinhardt looked at Flvio, and his face gradually showed an excited expression.

This is the opponent he wants!

Come on, let me defeat you!

Then the two started fighting on the field.

Reinhardt, who has stronger defense and strength, focuses on defense and counterattack, while Flvio, who has faster speed, relies on speed to pull with Reinhardt.

On the field, everyone was watching it.

These two are the best among the younger generation. They have such fighting skills at their age of only twenty. Their skills are even stronger than some soldiers, let alone the power that ordinary people cannot match.

Therefore, everyone was excited to see it.

Zhang Ye stared at the same time.

He never expected that these two people could... so bad?!

What's the speed?

He helped the old lady cross the road faster than this!

So the more you look at it, the more helpless Zhang Ye became. Bai, who was standing beside him, began to doze off, leaning against Zhang Ye's shoulder, his little head bit by bit, very cute.

There is no way. Without using the spirit, the speed of these two people is as fast as a turtle crawling in Zhang Ye’s eyes.

More than thirty meters per second?

Zhang Ye's current speed has exceeded 70 meters per second, and it is still without the blessing of Hunting.

There is also the combat skills that cannot be said to be too bad, but in Zhang Ye's opinion, there are still many shortcomings, at least they are not fierce enough in terms of fighting style.

So Zhang Ye was a little disappointed. Sure enough, there was nothing good about the spiritual battle without spirits. I should look forward to the spiritual battle in the future.

In this way, two American "geniuses" played on the court for more than ten minutes. In the end, Fervio was seized by Reinhardt and punched him in the stomach.

From beginning to end, Reinhardt only hit Flvio with one punch, while Flvio hit Reinhardt hundreds of punches.

But Reinhardt, who had to withstand hundreds of punches, was only a little skin trauma. Instead, Flvio vomited sour water and was shocked on the spot.

That's it, Reinhardt won.

All the American soldiers watching the game cheered him, and Reinhardt also raised his arms and enjoyed the glory of the winner.

Zhang Ye was urging his mouth.

Is this the American genius? That's not good...

Next were eight more games, but the next students were basically at the level of Reinhart and Flvio, which in Zhang Ye's opinion could only be considered as a normal match.

It was not until the last game that a handsome blonde boy instantly defeated his opponent. Zhang Ye became interested.

The boy was named Bein, seventeen years old.

The moment the game began, he turned into a golden afterimage, flashing by, and the next second, his opponent's eyes rolled and he fell into a coma.

The speed is too fast, even Zhang Ye can only barely see clearly.

Just a hand knife, with such speed, can accurately grasp the power, but only makes the opponent faint without hurting his life. This alone shocked Zhang Ye.

Sure enough, there are still experts in the United States!

Moreover, although the battle process was too short and there was no other thing to see, his speed alone was enough to make Zhang Ye pay attention to it.

The explosion just now had a speed of more than 100 meters per second. If the hunting desire was not activated, Zhang Ye himself would not be able to keep up with his speed!

So if nothing unexpected happens, basically this Bein should be the strongest guy in the exchange game.

Then there was an accident... No accident, today's game ended.

This exchange competition lasts for many days. The Wuling Individual Competition alone takes two days to determine the first place of the Wuling Individual Competition, and then take a long rest. The spiritual individual competition begins on the afternoon of the third day.

So today's live broadcast ends here.

"How does it feel?" Ji Wuxin asked with a smile.

Zhang Ye nodded: "That Bein is a little more interesting. At most, the others can only be meaningful, and there is no meaning."

Ji Wuxin: "..."

Are you putting this out?!

Fortunately, after so many days of communication, Ji Wuxin also knew that this kid's brain circuit was indeed different from that of ordinary people.

It's like an ordinary person who can't talk to him.

So he got used to it.

So he said: "This Bein also has a military background and is the son of a senior American official."

"How do you know?" Zhang Ye said curiously.

Ji Wuxin looked at the "borrowed" documents in his hand, was silent for a moment, and said, "There is in the news."

"That's it... If nothing unexpected happens, this Bein will definitely be one of the representatives of the United States to attend the international exchange conference. If there are more such guys, then there will be some international exchange conferences..."

Ji Wuxin nodded and then asked, "Do you need me to investigate him for you?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ye didn't care too much. Even if Ji Wuxin had the means, it would be very risky to rashly investigate the offspring of a senior American official.

So Zhang Ye shook his head and smiled, "No need, I'm looking forward to playing with him then. I'm very optimistic about him, so I'd better fight with you."

Upon hearing this, Ji Wuxin frowned.

Inexplicably, he was a little unhappy.

Not happy with Bein.

It’s like something you don’t want to share with others is going to be touched by others.

A sense of resentment rose in his heart.

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Chapter completed!