"Wei Changsheng, a high-ranking general, please ask the beautiful woman opposite for advice." While Wen Feng and the others were still talking, a voice sounded.
Looking towards the ring, he saw a short boy with slender eyes. The facial features on his face were extremely close together. He was holding a dagger and was wearing tight-fitting black clothes. His eyes were shining lustfully as he spoke to the crowd.
Assassin, this was the first word that came to Wen Feng's mind when he saw the boy. The dagger in his hand, his short stature and his disproportionately thick legs were just too vulgar.
"He's very fast." Wen Feng looked at Wei Changsheng on the ring and said his characteristics.
"Really, let me go meet him." At this time, Shi Zhiqiang burst out with strong fighting spirit.
"Okay, pay attention to his legs." Wen Feng also wanted to see how strong Shi Zhiqiang was. For this mysterious friend, Wen Feng could only know his name so far.
Shi Zhiqiang didn't speak, just nodded and walked towards the ring.
After walking onto the ring, he cupped his fists and saluted, saying: "Shi Zhiqiang, intermediate level warrior, please give me your advice."
"Oh, it seems that I have to beat you down so that a beautiful woman can come on stage." Wei Changsheng seemed to be talking to himself, but his voice was just right for Shi Zhiqiang to hear.[
With a swipe sound, two short weapons like Emei thorns appeared in Shi Zhiqiang's hand. He said nothing and stared at Wei Changsheng.
"Did you notice that Orange Class B is full of mid-level warriors?"
"Yes, and so far only one person has been defeated."
"Of course, Orange Class B are all geniuses."
"I think the teacher taught me well. Didn't you see that the magician who was frightened just now was held in the teacher's arms as soon as he got off the stage?"
"I think you want to try that teacher's arms."
"Go away, you bitch."
After the referee announced the start, Wei Changsheng rushed over quickly, the dagger in his hand flashed in a gorgeous circle, and looked at Shi Zhiqiang with a contemptuous smile on his face.
The dagger held in his left hand was quickly switched to his right hand midway, and then to his left hand. He stabbed Shi Zhiqiang's chest very quickly.
It was just Wei Changsheng's unexpected killing move that let his opponent know which hand his dagger came from. Facing Wei Changsheng's fierce offensive, Shi Zhiqiang concentrated all his strength on the weapon in his hand.
With a clang, the dagger in Wei Changsheng's left hand was separated. Shi Zhiqiang stabbed Wei Changsheng's right hand with his left Emei without stopping. There was another sound of weapons clashing, and it turned out that there was a dagger hidden in Wei Changsheng's right hand.
"Heavenly principles?" Shi Zhiqiang looked at Wei Changsheng with a gloomy face and slowly uttered two words.
"You are the orphan of the Shi family, a taboo of the Tianli killer. Let's continue." Wei Changsheng finished speaking with an ugly face, and finally attacked without stopping.
Both of them moved very fast. Even Wen Feng in the audience was looking down in thought. Killing one person in ten steps and leaving no trace in a thousand miles may be the best words to describe the two of them. The general has such speed. It seems that
I still underestimated the combat skills of another world.
At this time, the situation suddenly changed. Wei Changsheng's dagger suddenly stabbed Shi Zhiqiang's chest. Shi Zhiqiang ignored the stabbing dagger and stabbed the Emei thorn in his hand towards the opponent's chest. Both jade and stone were destroyed. Even if he died, he would still kill his opponent.
Lose combat power, so that the next battle will be beneficial to one's own side.[
But Wei Changsheng was a high-ranking general after all. The dagger in his left hand quickly rotated around his wrist to neutralize Shi Zhiqiang's attack. His left foot flew up and kicked away the incoming Emei Thorn.
There was a "chi" sound, and the dagger in Wei Changsheng's hand had pierced Shi Zhiqiang near the heart. Blood spattered everywhere, making Wei Changsheng's eyes dodge slightly.
When blood splashed out like red flowers and Wei Changsheng's eyes dodge slightly, another Emei thorn appeared in Shi Zhiqiang's hand and stabbed Wei Changsheng's heart simply.
With a clang, the Emei Thorn was blocked, and then Shi Zhiqiang slowly fell down. It turned out that Wei Changsheng was wearing protective armor and blocked Shi Zhiqiang's third Emei Thorn.
"In the sixth game, Wei Changsheng won." The referee announced the result of this game.
Wen Feng flew onto the stage, tapped Shi Zhiqiang a few times quickly, picked up Shi Zhiqiang, and flew off the stage.
"How is it?" the beautiful teacher looked at the unconscious Shi Zhiqiang and asked.
"It's okay, Dadian put this on him." He put down his hand to check the pulse, took out the golden sore medicine and handed it to Datian.
"What's going on? Why can't the Emei thorn go in?"
"It must be protected by armor."
"Isn't this too despicable?"
"What do you know? Winning is the last word."
"Murong Yue comes on stage. Remember to fly up as fast as possible and use a wide range of magic attacks." Wen Feng glanced at Wei Changsheng on the stage and knew that no one in the warrior department was his opponent except himself.
A good assassination technique won't involve a large-scale attack, but just in case, let Murong Yue, who has an ice shield for self-defense, deal with it.
"I understand." Murong Xing walked onto the ring after saying this.
"Murong Yue, a seventh-level water magician, please give me some advice."
"Hahaha, I can finally fight against a beautiful woman." Wei Changsheng said with a smile.
After the referee announced the start, Murong Yue immediately flew up, with an ice shield protecting her in front of her, and was about to launch an attack.
"Wait a minute, beauty. In order for us to fight fairly, I plan to take off the armor on my body." Just when Murong Xing was about to launch an attack, Wei Changsheng suddenly said seriously.
As he spoke, he began to take off his clothes, while taking off his clothes, he walked towards Murong Xing.
Seeing Wei Changsheng take off his clothes, all the students below were stunned, not knowing what Wei Changsheng was going to do.
Murong Yue stared blankly, not knowing whether to attack or not, but after Wei Changsheng finished taking off his upper body, he began to take off his pants.
"Ah——" Many female students did not dare to look and turned their heads away. Murong Yue had no choice but to look away, cursing secretly in her heart.
However, just as Murong Yue turned away, Wei Changsheng accelerated suddenly and flew towards Murong Xing in the air. The dagger in his hand was pointed directly at Murong Yue's neck. When he got close, he flipped the dagger backward and struck Murong Xing from behind.
Moon's neck.
Feeling a pain on the back of her neck, Murong Yue fainted. She fell from the air and fell unconscious.
"Damn, this is too despicable."
"Shame on you, it's embarrassing for such a person to be in a college."
"Get out of here, you villain."
The audience, which had been quiet during the battle, suddenly became noisy and cursed Wei Changsheng.
Wei Changsheng's expression remained normal, he shrugged and said loudly to the audience: "During the battle, staying alert at all times and paying attention to every move of the opponent are the qualities a warrior should have, so I won."
"In the sixth game, Wei Changsheng won." The referee gritted his teeth and told the result of the competition.
"Xiaowen, you go next. Remember the moves I taught you. But add another kick and kick him off the ring." After seeing Catherine carrying Murong Yue off the ring, Wen Feng said to Hu Wen.
"By the way, if the next opponent is not a magician, don't fight, just admit defeat." Before Hu Wen was about to go on stage, Wen Feng had warned her.
"I understand, brother." Hu Wen said obediently.
After walking onto the ring, Hu Wen hugged him, saluted, and said politely: "Hu Wen, intermediate warrior general, please give me your advice."
"Oh, another beauty. Don't worry, I won't use the same method to deal with you." Wei Changsheng said with his hands behind his back.
No one knows that the hands behind the back have slowly coated the blood groove of the dagger with white powder, a handful of good Mongolian sweat potion, and another handful of aphrodisiac. The powder will scatter as long as the dagger is hit hard.
Open, this is a sure-fire weapon for winning in close combat.
The reason why it was useless against Shi Zhiqiang was because he was sure to win with the second dagger, and it was just an accident that Shi Zhiqiang blocked the second dagger.
"The competition begins." The referee once again announced the start of the competition.
As soon as the referee's voice fell, Wei Changsheng rushed towards Hu Wen with a smile on his face, holding a dagger in each hand. There were no fancy movements, but he was extremely fast.
While Wei Chang was animated, Hu Wen turned sideways, held the sword across her chest, held the scabbard with her left hand, and suddenly drew the sword. The scabbard was filled with white mist and flew towards Wei Changsheng who was rushing towards her.
Wei Changsheng looked at the flying scabbard, smiled softly, turned away, and easily dodged it.
My nose itched, and I felt like I was breathing something in. I screamed secretly, my vision went dark, and I fainted.
Hu Wen followed Wen Feng's instructions and rushed over quickly. Before Wei Changsheng fell to the ground, she kicked Wei Changsheng. With a bang, Wei Changsheng flew towards Sima Qing.
Wei Changsheng fell heavily to the ground, and two clouds of white mist rose up from the dagger that fell to the ground, but no one noticed.
"Okay..." The crowd below the ring broke the silence again
"He deserves it. This despicable person should be dealt with like this."
"But have you noticed that he suddenly stopped moving?"
"Whatever, maybe his opponent is too powerful."
"I don't see it."
"Look, what kind of cultivation level do you have?"
"I am also an intermediate level warrior."
"It's just you, then go on stage and give it a try. Orange Class B is different."
Looking at Wei Changsheng who was still in a coma, Sima Qing's expression finally changed. He was filled with suspicion, unwillingness, and more importantly, shame. He didn't understand why he kept losing when his own side was obviously stronger than the other side.
"What's wrong with you?" He looked at the people around Wei Changsheng with a gloomy face.
I saw only a few people, some were red-faced, some were drowsy, everyone was restless, and some even started to take off their own clothes.
"Maybe the poison on Protector Wei's dagger was inhaled by us." One of his subordinates said fearfully.
"There should be an antidote on him, take it quickly, don't be embarrassed here. Lin Sen, come on, pay attention to the powder on your opponent's sword." Sima Qing said to a young man dressed as a magician behind him.
But he didn't know that this was another plan of Wen Feng. After Wei Changsheng lost the game inexplicably, Sima Qing would definitely send a magician to fight at a distance.
"Yes." The young man bowed and replied. After speaking, he straightened up and walked towards the ring. When he reached the stage, he saluted gracefully and said: "Lin Sen, a seventh-level wood magician, please give me your advice."
After the referee announced the start, Lin Sen flew up directly, and green leaves appeared around his body, spinning rapidly. He gently raised the staff in his hand and muttered something.
A seventh-level magician can cast second- and third-level magic instantly, but he chose to dodge immediately. It seemed that he wanted to seriously injure Hu Wen in one fell swoop.
But what surprised everyone was that Lin Sen appeared again. Lin Sen suddenly fell from the air and fell to the ground, unconscious.
At this time, Hu Wen was standing calmly on the ring holding a small box in her left hand. The box in Hu Wen's hand had a very famous name, Heavy Rain Pear Blossom Needle.
Yes, it is the Heavy Rain Pear Blossom Needle. It was made by Wen Feng based on the memory of his previous life. It was not fired with a spring. Instead, it destroyed the magic circle inside through fighting spirit and fired the steel needle inside. It was extremely powerful, and there were also needles on the steel needle. Coated with anesthetic made by Shen Yi.
It was originally for Er Niang to use for self-defense. For today's competition, Wen Feng gave the only one left to Hu Wen in order to deal with the opponent's magician.
"In the seventh game, Hu Wen won." The referee announced the result of the competition, but his eyes were looking at the box in Hu Wen's hand.
"Damn, today's competition was really full of surprises."
"I'm sure that the magician was injured by that box."
"Then do you know what that box is?" The man shook his head and continued, "I don't know. It's the magician's nemesis. It's called the Sleeping Box. As long as it is pointed at a person, that person will fall into coma."
"If you are so powerful, then we magicians will still have a way to survive in the future."
"So you'd better listen to my instructions and practice fighting spirit."
No matter what the audience was talking about, Sima Qing's face returned to his usual smile, and he said leisurely while holding tea: "Interesting, so interesting. You lose inexplicably every time. It seems that I underestimated you."
"Brother, what should we do next?" Sima Feng asked anxiously from the side.
"Why are you panicking? We haven't reached the end yet? Learn from your second brother. When have you ever seen him so flustered?" Sima Qing slowly put down the teacup and said in a leisurely manner, his movements showing nobility and elegance.
"I understand, brother." Sima Feng nodded and accepted the instruction.
"Nangong is relying on you next." He looked at Sima Feng with satisfaction, then turned to the young man sitting next to him and said.
The boy was very beautiful, yes, very beautiful. His eyebrows were very similar to Nangong Xue's, but his slightly hooked nose gave him a mean look, giving him a gloomy feeling.
The young man did not speak, but walked directly onto the ring, held the sword in front of his chest with both hands, and said coolly: "Nangong Lei, the first level of the King of War."
After saying that, he quietly waited for the referee to announce the start of the competition.
"I surrender." Hu Wen looked at Nangong Lei and said angrily, then turned around and walked out of the ring.
"Did you hear that? He is a master of the King of War. The Qingyang Gang really deserves its reputation."
"What's the matter? The high-level warrior just now was defeated by the mid-level warrior."
"It's different. The War King exists in another realm."
"Don't talk like you are a war king. You are only a junior warrior, so you should think about how to graduate."
"You...I call it erudition, and I'm too lazy to explain it to you."
No matter what the audience said, Hu Wen still followed Wen Feng's words and simply surrendered and stepped down.