"Oh, you are actually from Class Three? Instructor Rattus, this is actually your person! Aren't you going to persuade him to learn to be sensible and protect himself?"
Hearing Geralt's words, Rattus's face turned so dark that he really wanted to tear the boy's mouth apart.
In fact, not long after the competition started, the discerning people in the field, including Rattus, determined that the seemingly menacing little man was no match for the big Geralt. The two were simply not as good at reaction speed, coping skills and psychology.
Comparability, to say that Geralt is "playing" with the opponent is to flatter his opponent~
Or is the only explanation that Geralt is "showing mercy"?
Although he didn't want to admit it, Latus actually had the intention to stop this farce. After all, he couldn't hide the identity of his subordinates. If he continued to make trouble, he would lose his face in the end...
However, just as Geralt turned his head to speak, the opponent who seemed unsteady just a moment ago suddenly pounced on him with a fierce expression!
This stupid kid finally learned to shut up and stop yelling during this sudden attack from behind. He even opened his arms as much as possible to ensure that he could pounce on Geralt... But how could this hasty sneak attack cover up the heavy silence?
The sound of footsteps like drums in the room? Any normal person who is not deaf can detect someone approaching quickly from behind!
Stepping sideways, turning back, ducking... At the moment when the opponent took off and flew toward him, Liu Yifei chose to cut under the opponent's side, and when there was no chance of a chance, he struck the opponent's chin with a ferocious Heaven-holding Palm!
Liu Yifei's 18 points of strength would not kill anyone easily, but considering the nature of the "sparring" at the moment, he actually always paid attention to holding back during the process, including this time.
However, the direct blow to the jaw still instantly blinded the poor opponent who was caught off guard. Severe pain hit his mouth, and his brain felt dizzy for a while. Then he felt that his hands and feet were light and missing, and his eyesight also turned black...
…
After he realized what he was feeling, he realized that he was being held by Geralt by the neck. The feeling of suffocation was not strong, but as a man, as a warrior, he had an instinctive reaction.
He still tried to struggle, but in fact his hands were so soft that Liu Yifei couldn't even feel the slightest sense of resistance, it just seemed like he was tickling himself.
Liu Yifei was not strong enough to "lift" the opponent with one hand, but he could easily lift the opponent up to him, coupled with the conflict caused by the difference in body shape, it was enough to make many onlookers gasp.
Angry.
When they saw Geralt raising his right fist again, many people suddenly changed their expressions!
"Geralt! You have already won, what else do you want to do now?"
Rattushei asked with a stern face.
Liu Yifei suddenly turned around and looked at Latus with an inexplicable smile. After a moment, he showed an extremely bright smile and said:
"Instructor Rattus, that's what you just said! During the competition, the competition ends with one party falling to the ground, losing the ability to resist, or voluntarily admitting defeat. Is there any other way to judge besides this? Look, this...
...Is he the brother named Hotel? He is a tough guy! He has not given up, but is still resisting desperately. I think he doesn't seem to want to end this 'discussion'~"
"You...stop!"
As he spoke, Liu Yifei hit his opponent named Hotel on the right face with a right fist.
"Instructor Rattus, I was surrounded by people from your third class in broad daylight. You said this is a competition, so let's compete~ It's all what you said. What can I do..."
Another punch hit Hotel's lower abdomen.
"You are the one who told me the rules of the competition. You can just say so. Everyone thinks there is no problem..."
Hotel tried to kick Liu Yunfei away with his legs, but Liu Yifei punched him on the side of his leg.
"Now, I abide by your rules and spar with your men. Do you have anything else to say?"
Raising his right fist high again, Liu Yifei prepared to strike hard at Hottel, whose consciousness was gradually blurring.
However, at this moment, an angry roar suddenly sounded from the crowd of onlookers: "Asshole!!! Let go!!!"
The next moment, a big man with a figure similar to that of Liu Yifei rushed out like a bull.
"Yo? Can you still play sneak attacks?"
While speaking frivolously, Liu Yifei turned sideways, but he slammed Hotel, who could no longer move in his hand, towards the visitor!
The man obviously didn't expect Geralt to come out like this, so he subconsciously slowed down the impact speed and opened his hand to try to catch Hotl who was hit.
However, Liu Yifei used Hottel's cover and the opponent's initiative to slow down to sprint a short distance, spin around, and sweep his legs! With one blow, he kicked down the person who suddenly slowed down and became unstable, causing the person to miss the ball.
When he arrived at Hotel, he lost his balance and was hit by Hottel, causing the two of them to fall together.
"Instructor Latus, it seems that your training is not strict enough! I didn't expect that the members of the third team who have been retrained at least twice under you actually turned out after you made it clear that others were not to interfere with the competition process and also strictly carried out sneak attacks during the competition.
He dares to violate the rules openly... By the way, what do you think should be done with such a person? Let the superior non-commissioned officer punish him, right? Instructor Rattus, do you want me to hand him over to you now?"
As he spoke, Liu Yifei walked up to the strong man who fell to the ground, stepped firmly on the back of his right hand, and even crushed him accordingly, causing the man to wail sadly and subconsciously stretch out his left hand to grab it.
Liu Yifei's ankle.
At this moment, another suppressed and angry voice in the crowd sounded: "Geralt! You are the first squad leader after all! What kind of tricks can you plan with these ordinary members? I am Tut, the third squad leader! If we have the ability, we can fight!"
As the name "Tut" was shouted out, a suppressed commotion was heard in the crowd, and then the crowd made a way to let a group of people from the periphery walk in. The leader was a big man who was as strong as a black bear.
Staring gloomily at Liu Yifei and the two members of Class Three lying at his feet, he guessed it was the Tut who just spoke.
Liu Yifei glanced at it indifferently, raised an eyebrow and said: "I don't care, it shouldn't make any difference anyway... But you have to wait for a while, at least let me deal with this guy first."
As he spoke, Liu Yifei reached down and grabbed the hair of the strong man at his feet, and lifted him up while he screamed in pain.
"Or if you want him to suffer less, persuade him to admit defeat quickly? Right~ It's not shameful to admit defeat anyway~"
"I lose to your mother!!!"
The big man stood up, endured the pain, and suddenly punched Liu Yifei's lower body. However, he suddenly felt a huge force coming from the big hand grabbing his hair! The next moment, a knee was magnified in his eyes!
"puff!"
"hiss----!"
This time there was really an uncontrollable gasp from the crowd...