Zhou Ming endured No. 78's vengeful counterattack, but in fact, he was able to dodge every blow.

In fact, the moment he entered the ground battle, he knew that he had won. He could lock the opponent's thigh instantly. During the stalemate, he had several opportunities to use decisive moves such as the crossbar.

But he has been carefully calculating the right time, and he cannot let his performance be too perfect.

Therefore, there is nothing wrong with eating some fists. Anyway, you won't be beaten to death, and it just makes your skin itchy.

Zhou Ming also fought back, punching the opponent's ribs one after another.

Below the ring, those who were not optimistic about Zhou Ming had shut their mouths at this moment. They had been training since childhood and knew that there was no coincidence or luck in fighting, especially in such a protracted battle.

However, despite being completely behind the opponent in terms of physical fitness, they can still fight equally, and there is only one conclusion - the skills of the weak are significantly superior to those of the strong!

Martial arts is originally prepared for the weak to resist the strong.

"He can actually fight on par with Seventy-Eight... Oh my god, but technology shouldn't be counted among genetic talents, right?"

"Among so many outsiders, his soul gene should be the strongest."

"Impossible. How can he win a fight with such physical fitness? Could it be that his body control is particularly strong? That's right! That must be the case! Didn't you notice that his body control has not been measured yet?"

A group of people were talking and chattering, and the chaotic scene was like a pot of boiling water.

People who had never been to the surface were more surprised and shocked when they saw Zhou Ming suppressing No. 78, but those genetic people who had been to the surface felt an indescribable uneasiness and anger in their hearts.

In the third minute of the two fighting on the ground, Zhou Ming finally suppressed the opponent and strangled the opponent's neck with a triangle.

"Asshole, I want it! I want-"

No. 78's angry scolding slowly stopped. The artery was compressed and his brain was deprived of oxygen. His face turned red and he slowly stopped struggling.

“Didi di di!!!”

The buzzer sounded and the battle was over. The administrator, who had been stunned for a long time, stood up and shouted: "The winner is Zhou Ming!"

The administrator's expression was also very surprised. Based on his many years of observation experience, it was almost impossible for Zhou Ming to win in this situation. After all, this was not an actual battle, but a fight based on physical strength that eliminated the spell.

.

As for the human fitness test, the laboratory has been quite mature. There is a huge gap between the two levels. Level B wants to cross the level gap and defeat Level A. In more than ten years, he has also seen one or two

Examples, and these are all situations where the stronger side is not in good condition.

A situation like Zhou Ming's being suppressed and beaten first, and then turning defeat into victory was something he had never heard of before!

He began to understand why Professor Maxson cared so much about this young man. He was different from others.

Zhou Ming stood up panting, he was covered in scars, there was no intact skin in the exposed parts of his body, and there were purple bruises everywhere on his face.

He leaned on the rope at the edge of the arena, staring blankly at the unconscious No. 78 on the ground, as if he was exhausted.

In the glass-enclosed room, Xiao Shengshui was shocked by Zhou Ming's reversal. When he turned around, he found that the two old men beside him were frowning, obviously very dissatisfied with the result.

"Grandpa Liu, professor, is there anything wrong?" Xiao Shengshui asked tentatively.

Maxson raised the intercom and said to the administrator: "Let him continue fighting the fourth."

Xiao Shengshui showed a dumbfounded expression and looked at Maxson in disbelief.

The young man is already injured like this, why should he be allowed to fight the fourth who is stronger than the fifth?

What's the point of that except making him more seriously injured?

…

In the training ground, the administrator was stunned for a moment when he received the new instructions. He felt that he had heard wrong, and asked shamelessly: "Professor, what you just said is..."

"Let him keep fighting No. 4."

"Oh...I, I understand." The administrator stuttered. He had given up thinking. The only thing he knew was that this young man was very special.

"You, continue to duel with him." The administrator pointed at No. 20, who was ranked fourth.

No. 20 was stunned for a moment: "Now?...Instructor, did you make a mistake?"

"That's right, this is part of the experimental test. Come on up." The administrator nodded to confirm.

"Still fighting!"

"It's already like this, still want to fight?"

"What kind of experiment is this? I have never encountered it before."

The crowd was in an uproar again. Number 20 scratched his head, sighed, and walked onto the ring.

The comatose No. 78 had just woken up. He stood up hastily, staggering and in a daze, as if he wanted to continue fighting.

But when his head cleared up a little, he realized that he had lost. The Zhou Ming standing in front of him had already been beaten into a pig's head by him, but he also knew... he was the one who lost.

"No. 78, it's my turn, you go down." No. 20 said to No. 78.

"You?! Now? He just fought me!" No. 78 yelled in disbelief.

No. 20 sighed helplessly: "This is an experiment! The instructor said, just go down."

No. 78 was stunned for a moment, turned to look at the indifferent instructor below, lowered his head, frowned and walked out of the ring dejectedly.

Now, only No. 20 and Zhou Ming are left in the ring. The new opponent is slightly shorter than No. 78 and slightly shorter than Zhou Ming, but his neck is as thick as a rhinoceros and generous.

His frame makes him look like a bear and a tiger.

It can be seen that this guy's strength and defense are amazing.

Zhou Ming sighed, it seemed that his acting skills did not fool those two people.

"Don't worry, it's just an experiment. Our medical environment here is very good. He will recover in a few days. Let's go all out." No. 20 said.

Zhou Ming nodded.

The countdown on the radio sounded again.

"3!"

"2"

No. 20 approached Zhou Ming slowly and steadily with rough and wild steps. He assumed a standard boxing posture. Although it was not as flexible as Muay Thai, it gave people a feeling of weight like a mountain.

His strong arms were like two doors blocking his chest, and his extremely aggressive eyes peeked at Zhou Ming's movements from the gaps in his arms. This person gave Zhou Ming an even greater sense of oppression than the former... Oppression is not an advantage of physical strength.

, but in the eyes.

After a life and death struggle, Zhou Ming is very sensitive to a person's mental state. An arrogant person and a confident and calm person have completely different auras... This person is many times calmer than the last one, and this calmness must be

It has been accumulated through hundreds and thousands of overwhelming victories.

"Very good." Zhou Ming whispered to himself, straightened up, and slowly approached the other party.

After losing to such a player, the two of them would surely believe it.

This time... I'll just get a little bit seriously injured.

"1!"
Chapter completed!