The gong of the third round rang, and Xiao Hei was already standing on the ring. After ten seconds, the Shenbing Society picked out a player who was even bigger than the previous two.
"Come on Xiao Hei! Defeat him!"
A large number of gold coins were already in front of him. How could Xiaopang not get excited and fully immerse himself in the game?
Xiao Hei moved, paused on his feet, and suddenly "disappeared". In the next moment, the light of the dagger pierced out from the void, only three inches away from the opponent's throat.
The super big guy didn't dodge, but took the initiative to meet him.
With a "clang" sound, the tip of the sword only left a white spot on the opponent's throat. Because he often sparred with Qian Dasheng, Xiao Hei habitually drew back his sword and then stabbed again at high speed.
The scene repeated itself again, but it was exactly the opposite of the battle situation in the second game. It was slow and boring before, but now it is extremely fast and tense.
Xiao Hei was like a phantom, spinning around the super big man at high speed, the tip of the sword thrusting wildly, looking for the door to protect the opponent's body and fighting spirit.
Anyone with a little common sense knows that this is a "one breath" competition.
Xiao Hei's extreme speed relies on his vitality. If he has not found the cover before that vitality is exhausted, what awaits him will definitely be a fatal blow from his opponent.
The big man's body-protecting fighting spirit also relies on his vitality. The so-called shield is the point with the weakest vitality. If his breath is exhausted first, then every part of his body will become a shield.
Xiao Hei's sword energy gradually slowed down, and the big man's protective fighting spirit also gradually became thinner. Time passed by second by second, and every second was changing, and every second was heading towards the end.
Li Xiaofeng looked calm and a little bored. From the beginning, he already knew the ending.
While staring at the ring, Xiao Liuli felt itchy. She couldn't help but lean into Li Xiaofeng's ear and asked in a low voice: "Brother, can Xiao Hei win?"
Li Xiaofeng smiled and said nothing. Just as Xiao Liuli was about to threaten him, Xiaopang also came up and asked the same question.
The little fat man looked ten times more nervous than Xiao Liuli, and his clenched fists were already sweating.
Under the attack of the two men, Li Xiaofeng's image of an expert was instantly shattered. He rolled his eyes and responded: "Although the guy from the Shenbing Club is big, he is actually not a good material for practicing external martial arts. His cover door
It will definitely show up first.”
After what Li Xiaofeng said, the little fat man concentrated his eyes and looked carefully, and he saw what Li Xiaofeng said.
Wow, I’m about to win, there’s nothing wrong with betting all your money, haha...
At the moment when the little fat man was beaming, the big man's cover finally appeared on the ring, completely exposing the tip of Xiao Hei's sword.
Although this sword attack would seriously injure his opponent, Xiao Hei struck without any hesitation. He only had one thought at the moment - to win the game, win dignity, and win status!
In an instant, the light of the dagger suddenly accelerated and pierced hard into the afterimage!
Li Xiaofeng was right. The super big guy was indeed not a good material for practicing external martial arts, but he was a master at cultivating internal fighting spirit. His seemingly bulky body deceived many people, and his speed was not at all inferior to Xiao Hei's.
Ah, not good!
There was nothingness where the sword blade pierced, and Xiao Hei's complexion suddenly changed, and he hurriedly rolled to the ground; after the special training of Mao Qiu, his reaction was fast enough, but unfortunately his energy had been exhausted.
With a muffled bang, the big man kicked Xiao Hei and kicked him directly under the ring; perhaps thinking that Feng Chuitang had not used poison in the first two rounds, the strength on his feet also retreated a bit.
Lose, ah!
The gap was too big. Xiaopang stared blankly at Xiaohei who had rolled in front of him. He didn't come back to his senses for a long time. It wasn't until a burst of applause that he was forced to accept the reality.
Don’t be anxious, don’t be anxious at all, and there is Li Xiaofeng, he will definitely beat his opponent to pieces! The gold coins are still ours, haha...
According to common sense, the leader usually appears last, but Xiaopang was just a decoration. Li Xiaofeng stood up consciously and walked onto the ring leisurely.
Seeing Li Xiaofeng's indifferent expression, Principal Zhang and others couldn't help but feel their hearts skip a beat, suddenly remembering the good luck of the good-for-nothing.
Damn it, there won't be any ghosts this time?
Before the players from the Shenbing Club took the stage, whispers began to start all around, and the laughter came one after another, more and more, and finally turned into a roar of laughter.
The audience is looking forward to strange things happening, hoping for another joke in life, and smart people are looking forward to the appearance of furballs.
The contestants from the Shenbing Club finally took the stage, and countless eyeballs immediately dropped.
The previous three contestants were all muscular and powerful fighters, but Li Xiaofeng's opponent was even thinner and shriveled than Xiao Hei, like a bean sprout.
Ah, it’s bean sprouts again!
Li Xiaofeng looked at his unattractive opponent, and the word "again" unexpectedly popped into his mind. He suddenly remembered his first game at Imperial College.
Alas, did I eat too many bean sprouts in my last life? Otherwise, how could I encounter bean sprouts every time at a critical moment!?
A bitter smile appeared on the omnipotent soldier's face. No one could guess Li Xiaofeng's weird thoughts, except for one person.
"Giggle..."
Xiao Liuli smiled, as bright as a flower. She seemed to have installed a monitor in the omnipotent soldier's head, and recalled the same scene at the same time.
The gong sounded, but Li Xiaofeng was still smiling bitterly. His strange expression made his opponent confused. For a moment, he was extremely nervous and did not dare to take the initiative to attack the waste.
"Xiao Feng, stop playing around, take action quickly!"
Little Fatty was already focused on the pile of money, and he couldn't help but keep urging.
"Okay, I'll do it right away!"
Li Xiaofeng grinned in amusement, and then flipped his palms. The magical beast did not appear, but a ball of fire did.
Hey, does that kid want to defeat the masters of Yitongtang with a simple fireball technique?
Numerous jaws began to drop again. Wang Feng and Principal Zhang couldn't find a reason, but they were a little uneasy. Behind Wang Feng, Suo Leng could not help but tighten his breathing.
After he was defeated "accidentally" last time, although he explained the weirdness of the fireball, no one believed him. They all thought he was making excuses for his carelessness. Wang Feng even scolded him angrily and demoted his status by one level on the spot.
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As time goes by, Suo Leng no longer hates Li Xiaofeng. He only hopes that Li Xiaofeng will show off his power so that he can be redressed and no longer have to be laughed at by everyone.
On the ring, Li Xiaofeng's medium-to-high body stood proudly, and the fireball in his palm quickly grew in size, surpassing the level of a junior warlock.
Then he shook his palm, but the fireball did not fly away, but continued to rise, twenty levels, twenty one levels, twenty two levels...
There was a "wow" sound, and a huge wave of noise erupted throughout the gymnasium.
Intermediate Warlocks are not rare, but if a waste suddenly becomes an Intermediate Warlock, the difference is absolutely miraculous!
Wow, what kind of waste is this kid? He is clearly a genius, not much worse than Feng Xiaoli. No wonder he is so courageous!
However, such a genius is definitely a fool, and he actually uttered wild words and challenged the nine major societies!
The fireball was still growing, and the little fat man and Suo Leng showed smiles with different meanings.
The bean sprout looked tense. He bent his upper body, the light in his left hand condensed, and a three-foot green blade appeared in his right hand. Whether it was mana or fighting spirit, it was above the second level.
The contestants of Shenbing Club turned out to be masters of fellow students from both departments, but Principal Zhang still couldn't relax his expression. Many painful experiences made him believe in Li Xiaofeng's evil ways more than others.
Evil, really evil!
Li Xiaofeng opened his hands, and the fireball split into two. The two fireballs circled and danced on the two palms, reflecting each other.
call……
Involuntarily, everyone in Yitong Hall began to breathe tightly. This was the first time they had seen such a strange scene. An intermediate warlock could control two fireballs at the same time!
Seeing that the power of the two fireballs was still growing, Bean Sprout's tense face began to turn pale, and he subconsciously took half a step forward, closing the distance with his powerful opponent.
Bean Sprout's long sword was about to move, Li Xiaofeng snorted, and his mana poured into the fireball even more violently.
"boom--"
The explosion was extremely sudden, and before anyone could recover, Li Xiaofeng, who had a black face and straight hair, had already fallen under the ring.
"ah!"
Dou Sprout held a sharp sword and stood blankly on the ring, looking at his opponents in the audience inexplicably.
"Boss, why are you down? Come up quickly!"
"I was not careful and did not control it well. Don't worry, I will go up and start over."
"Ding--"
The omnipotent soldier was about to climb onto the ring, but unexpectedly the bell for the end of the round rang. The referee walked up to him without hesitation and sent him off with a red card.
Lost, Li Xiaofeng really lost, and lost again in the hands of a bean sprout. It was so interesting to lose, haha...
The joyful laughter finally appeared. Although it came a few minutes late, everyone was still laughing.
Almost everyone was shaking their heads. They had been really shocked by Li Xiaofeng. It turned out that what he was doing was juggling, not real magic at all.
Well, fireballs appear in both hands at the same time. How can there be such a technique?!
Li Xiaofeng sat back in his seat with a look of helplessness. Xiao Liuli immediately leaned forward, suddenly stretched out her hand and said: "You copy my idea, I will pay you for it!"
In that match with Shengwu Academy, the little girl did use the "mana out of control" trick.
With the facts before his eyes, the omnipotent soldier did not quibble, and obediently took out his wallet and gave the little girl a penny.
Even a penny can make the second young lady of the Feng family smile, but the little fat man can't laugh at it. He has already seen his future of bankruptcy.
After three minutes of sluggishness, Xiaopang suddenly rushed forward, grabbed Li Xiaofeng's neck, and yelled hysterically: "If you hurt me, I'll strangle you to death!"
"Little Fatty, don't get excited, don't get excited!"
Li Xiaofeng also made a stranglehold, and at the same time said with a serious face: "I lost, but we haven't lost yet, isn't it two to two? There is still a final deciding game!"
The little chubby boy was stunned for a moment, and then he loosened his hands slightly, and then his chubby body collapsed directly to the ground like a deflated rubber ball.
There is indeed one round left, but the player is himself.
"It's over, it's all over, all my savings over the years!"
"Little Fatty, come on stage, the referee is urging you."
The players from Shenbing Club were already standing on the ring. The referee actually didn't urge them at all. He was waiting for Feng Chuitang to admit defeat.
Xiaopang subconsciously looked at the arena, and then his head shook desperately, and his eyes were filled with fear.
The disgraced Li Xiaofeng sat down, close to the fat man's body, and said in a low voice: "I don't know why you are afraid of going on stage, but I know that if you don't go on stage, you will definitely become a pauper, money, money!"
A gold coin dangled in front of the profiteer's eyes, and the little fat man's eyes moved involuntarily.
The little fat man's eyes, the gold coins floating in the air, and the entrance to the arena formed a straight line. Li Xiaofeng was excited again. Although the little fat man's eyes were filled with gold coins, his head was still shaking.
Qian Dasheng drooped his head and lost hope, while Xiao Liuli smiled happily and continued to control the gold coins with her magic power. No matter what she did, she would always be Li Xiaofeng's best accomplice.
"Little Fatty, do you want to become a pauper? If you don't want to, just go on stage. Believe me, as long as you go on stage, you will definitely win!"
At the same time as the induction, the gold coins turned into top-grade crystals. With a flick of Xiao Liuli's fingertips, the crystals suddenly flew away into the distance.
The little fat man involuntarily stretched out his big hand and chased the escaping crystal. With a bang, he grabbed the crystal and fell to the ring.
"Referee, my players have already come on stage and let the game begin."
Xiao Liuli appeared in front of the golden gong and sounded the gong on behalf of the etiquette lady.
At the same time, Li Xiaofeng stood by the ring and continued to yell: "Little Fatty, you forgot your equipment, here it is."
The phantom flashed, and the fur ball and a pistol appeared in front of Xiaopang. He was still shaking his head, and the fur ball had already pounced on his opponent.
The magical beast still appeared. Although its owner had changed, it did not violate the school rules.
"Bang bang bang!"
A series of crashing sounds reverberated rapidly, and everyone saw the magic of the hairball. It was like a living pinball, constantly bouncing and hitting.
Today's match was destined to be full of surprises. No one expected that a fantasy beast could actually fight to a draw with a great swordsman.
It turns out that Maoqiu is the fifth player, and Li Xiaofeng is really cunning!
The smiles on the faces of Principal Zhang and Wang Feng quickly stiffened. Their eyes looking at the phantom beast were full of surprise, anger, and greed!
As in the previous two battles, the speed of the hair ball and the strength of the opponent are decreasing. Whoever runs out of strength first will become the loser.
It's not exactly the same. In addition to the two "people" fighting fiercely in the ring, there is also a third person standing.
At the critical moment, Li Xiaofeng stood by the ring again and shouted: "Little Fatty, pick up the gun and give him a shot. We will win!"
Perhaps it was the strength of the fur ball that gave Xiaopang courage. He gritted his teeth, finally bent down and picked up the pistol, and then aimed tremblingly at his opponent.
"Be careful, that fat guy has a gun!"
The people from the Shenbing Club also stood by the ring. It was about the final outcome. They also forgot the etiquette of the big club and roared louder than Li Xiaofeng.
The muzzle was aimed, and the hairy ball retreated in time. Xiaopang's finger touched the trigger, but the opponent was already panting from exhaustion and there was no possibility of dodge.