Chapter 550 You are not worthy. Su Yuan was silent for a few seconds and said, "You are all good."

"They all sacrificed their lives for the common people. It's worth it. The only regret is that we lost all the glory they once strived for." Gong Wenlin clenched his fists and blamed himself.

"Everything will perish, but the spirit will never die." Su Yuan stretched out his fist, glanced at everyone and said, "I will let you recover the things that once belonged to you."

"Believe in you, Chief Instructor!"

"Only the spirit is immortal!"

"The third theater is invincible!"

Zhai Hu, Gong Wenlin, and other brothers formed a circle and fist-pumped, roaring loudly.

The wild sound shook and swallowed up the mountains and rivers!

This scene attracted various looks from other districts.

The first theater of war.

"This man's surname is Su, is he from the Su family?" an old man in Mao suit asked calmly.

"Yes, but he is of the abandoned lineage." Another middle-aged man said.

He was wearing a military uniform and was on the same level as Su Yuan.

First War Zone, Chief Instructor Zhao Hanshu.

"Young and promising, but compared to Hua Tianlong, he is still a bit weaker."

"After all, considering his age, if he were Hua Tianlong's age, his achievements would definitely be no worse than his." Zhao Hanshu said in a low voice.

"Oh? I hear you speak highly of him. How about transferring him to the Imperial Capital after the end?"

Zhao Hanshu shook his head and said: "Although this person has great potential, he is too good at causing trouble. In just two or three months, he has turned Province S upside down."

"Why do you speak for him one moment and then hurt him the next?" The old man chuckled and said, "Could it be related to Ye Xin?"

"I'm just talking about the matter. He is indeed not suitable to go to the Imperial Capital."

"Are you afraid that if he goes to the Imperial Capital, he will be targeted by those people?"

"Chief, watch the game." Zhao Hanshu stared at the ring and said without blinking.

"Okay, okay, let's watch the game." The old man smiled slightly and turned his attention to Su Yuan.

This little guy is a bit interesting.

The third theater of war.

"He is the new chief instructor of the Eastern District? Hey, he is younger than my great-grandson." A thin old man said with his legs crossed.

"How strong can a young man in his early twenties be?" Another man asked disdainfully.

He is the chief instructor of the Third War Zone, Shan Hong.

"Don't underestimate the enemy, this guy has something good." The old man said with narrowed eyes.

"Our third war zone points are already ahead of the fourth war zone, and Xing Yao hasn't played yet. In terms of victory or defeat, this Su Yuan can't change the situation of the war." Shan Hong said with a confident smile.

"The third theater versus the fourth theater, please send players from the fourth theater." A calm voice sounded from the ring.

Hou Guoan said to Su Yuan: "You are the chief instructor, and everything is arranged by you."

"Chief instructor, let me go."

"No, I'll do it!"

Zhai Hu and Gong Wenlin rushed to speak.

"Enter Zhai Hu." Su Yuan said without even thinking.

Zhai Hu looked happy.

Gong Wenlin said unwillingly: "Chief instructor, although my strength is not as good as Zhai Hu's, I will never embarrass our Eastern District."

"Save your strength and obey orders." Su Yuan said solemnly.

"Yes!" Kung Wenlin suddenly stood up straight and said.

Hou Guoan wanted to say something, but he held back.

In fact, he recommended Kumon Lim.

After all, their biggest enemy is Xing Yao from the Third War Zone.

Sending Zhai Hu up now is not a wise move.

Zhai Hu stepped hard and jumped onto the ring like a tiger emerging from the mountain.

Seeing that it was Zhai Hu who came on stage, the whole audience was buzzing with discussion.

Zhai Hu's strength is about the same as Deng Liang's. Even if he barely wins this battle, he doesn't have the energy to fight against Xing Yao next.

There were no generals in Shu, so Liao Hua was the vanguard.

It seems that the East End has come to an end.

"Have you already given up on yourselves for actually sending you on the field?" Deng Liang smiled coldly and said jokingly: "It seems that your new instructor is just an idiot."

Zhai Hu narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice: "Apologise."

"Why are you apologizing? Weak people have no dignity." Deng Liang clenched his fists, burst out his spiritual power, and raised his fingers at Zhai Hu: "Come on, let me feel what you, a weak instructor, have taught you.

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"You are not worthy!" Zhai Hu said one word, and the next moment, his body exploded with terrifying power, like a fired cannonball, blasting towards Deng Liang.

Deng Liang smiled disdainfully and punched Zhai Hu with both fists.

Zhai Hu's expression did not change and he stepped forward to meet the fist.

The fists collided.

The two faced each other head-on in the most direct way.

bump--

It was like a bomb exploding in the center of the ring.

The terrifying power even exploded the air.

The two of them kept fighting each other with their fists, and there was silence for a few seconds. Deng Liang groaned, and his sleeves burst. He flew upside down like a kite for dozens of meters, and landed outside the field under everyone's astonished gaze.

Passed out directly.

Deng Liang, lost!

Just one punch.

"The fourth battle zone, Zhai Hu, wins." The old man's voice sounded out of thin air again.

The lean old man put down his legs and said to Shan Hong, "Are you still looking down on them now?"

The corner of Shan Hong's mouth twitched, and he said to Xing Yao with a gloomy face: "Quickly decide, don't leave any suspense!"

Xing Yao nodded calmly, and the next second his body turned into flowing light and appeared in the center of the ring.

"Brother, come on!"

"Defeat them and let us know how powerful our third theater is!"

The soldiers in the third theater of war shouted and cheered.

Xing Yao is the strongest fighting force in the Third War Zone and the core of the entire Third War Zone.

Although not as good as Hua Tianlong and Liao Qingdi, they are still as strong as each other.

Compared with hard power, Zhai Hu is no match for him.

"The spirit of your East District is very admirable, but this alone is not enough to win the top three." Xing Yao looked at Zhai Hu and said calmly.

Zhai Hu grinned and said: "Top three? Sorry, our chief instructor said that our goal is to win the championship."

"It's unrealistic." Xing Yao smiled coldly, and the next second his body radiated brilliance, shining as brightly as the stars in the sky.

"You'll know after you give it a try." Zhai Hu roared, and a more powerful momentum burst out than before.

The whole audience let out a burst of surprise.

Zhai Hu actually possesses the strength of the eighth level of the Earth Realm.

No wonder he can defeat Deng Liang with one move.

"You've made rapid progress, but it's a pity that you are no match for me." Xing Yao possesses the strength of an advanced eighth-level person in the realm, while the aura exuded by Zhai Hu is only at the elementary level of an eighth-level person.

The difference between the two is more than one level, and there is no suspense in this battle at all.

While everyone was thinking about it, the battle had already begun.

Xing Yao turned into a stream of light, no matter the movement or attack, it was difficult to figure out.

Every time Zhai Hu attacks, he will be hit by a shadow, and then Xing Yao counterattacks.

After the two sides fought, Zhai Hu retreated steadily.
To be continued...