Smash All Pots and Pans To Go to School

The two almost reproduced Shangong Yangling's teachings to the surrounding military cadets, and they made a move one by one, and they were currently in a state of stalemate.

In ten minutes, the game between the two will be over.

Zong Zhengyue's hostility is getting heavier and heavier, and he wants to win too much.

Who do you think will win? Lu Zhengxin asked the students at the Samuel Military Academy next to him.

There is still time, the variables are relatively large now. Gao Xuelin said ambiguous, Wei San and Zong Zhengyue have their own advantages.

But these two people have fought so far, and one thing is very clear: the strength of the medium-sized mecha soldiers of the Damocles Military Academy and the Peace General Academy is in the top three, and the Samuel Military Academy and the South Passy Military Academy are one section behind.

If Gao Xuelin still looked down on the people of the Damocles Military Academy in the past, and regarded them as the previous Damocles Military Academy, thinking that their strength was only worthy of the last one, now he has to admit that the current Damocles Military Academy is indeed Have the strength to compete for the championship.

In another move, Wei San's whip was broken, Zong Zhengyue's long spear was blown away, and both of them lost their weapons.

Eight minutes left.

Wei San put half of the whip in his waist, and just like Zong Zhengyue, who was facing him with bare hands, she punched him straight in the face. He knocked Zong Zhengyue's head off, and almost instantly, blood came from the corner of his mouth.

Zong Zhengyue raised his hand and touched the corner of his mouth, looking at the blood on his fingertips, his eyes became colder.

The two ran towards each other, flying up and kicking each other with one leg. Zong Zhengyue's height has a slight advantage. If they kicked each other directly, Wei San would have to be kicked first, so her goal was at Zong Zhengyue's leg bone from the beginning, to grab the first opportunity to kick.

It's a pity that Zong Zhengyue's speed actually accelerated, much faster than Wei San calculated. In the end, she was kicked in the shoulder by his leg and kicked Wei San to the ground with great force. Zong Zhengyue kicked hard in the abdomen.

Wei San's body curled up in pain, barely propped on the ground with one hand, trying to get up.

She did get up.

Zong Zhengyue grabbed her hair and picked it up. He looked at Wei San's pale face due to physical pain, pinched her neck, and sneered: Do you really think you can be compared to me?

Wei San's feet were already off the ground, and as Zong Zhengyue's grip on her neck became stronger and stronger, the suffocation continued to spread to his brain. She broke Zong Zhengyue's hand with both hands, barely giving herself a chance to breathe air.

You... don't know... Wei San's originally pale face turned red from the suffocation, she said intermittently, Don't fight... don't pull your head?

At the same time as the word 'head' was spoken, Wei San's feet were bent in the air, and the next second he kicked Zong Zhengyue's chest, and was able to break free. She took advantage of the situation to turn around in the air, and finally landed on one knee, supporting her hands on On the ground, because Zong Zhengyue grabbed and pulled his hair, it was messed up and scattered around the side of his face. The head rope also fell to the ground when it was turned over just now.

Wei San coughed a few times to ease the suffocation he had just brought, and then slowly got up.

She took a few steps forward, bent down and picked up the headband, put it on her hand, pulled it and flicked it, then looked at Zong Zhengyue who was kicked back one after another by her: It seems that you didn't fully play before. Strength? There are still five minutes, why don't you let me see the difference between you and me.

Zong Zhengyue's face was sinking like water, and he quickly attacked Wei San.

He kicked a kick, and Wei San returned a punch, and the two of them both improved again in terms of movement and speed than before.

The faces of the members of the other two military academies onlookers are getting worse and worse. The strength of the medium-sized mecha individual soldiers is so strong, and the other main members can't pull their hips. The top three are nothing more than the Imperial Military Academy, Damocles Military Academy and Peace. General, and what about the South Passy Military Academy and the Samuel Military Academy.

The two fought in close quarters, and Zong Zhengyue really had more moves. He had trained professionally for so many years, and even Ji Chuyu might not be able to win against him when it comes to the non-armor confrontation.

In just one or two minutes, Wei San can learn all the tricks he has made, and at the same time apply them to Zong Zhengyue.

These few minutes are much more interesting than the one-hour confrontation before. Lu Zhengxin raised his eyebrows and looked at the two in the field.

Wei San's learning ability is too strong, disturbing Zong Zhengyue's mood, causing him to mess up his moves.

Seizing this moment, Wei San grabbed Zong Zhengyue's arm, leaned against him with his shoulders, and threw Zong Zhengyue to the ground with all his strength.

There was a heavy slamming sound on the training ground. When Zong Zhengyue wanted to get up, Wei San raised his foot and stepped on his hand, grabbing Zong Zhengyue's short hair with the other hand. Grabbing his pants, he lifted him completely and threw him towards a nearby wall.

Of course, there was one thing she didn't forget. When Zong Zhengyue was far away from him and slammed into the wall, Wei San pulled out half of the whip around his waist and slammed it towards his ass.

No matter how good the trousers were, they couldn't stand Wei San's whips. Almost instantly, the trousers were torn open, and the whips were stained with blood.

Wei San immediately threw down the whip and reflected on his heart, why he didn't control his strength.

However, she is now more interested in the material of Teacher Yamagiya's whip, which can bleed when slapped on her body.

The last second was skipped, and Shan Gong Yangling came over immediately: It's time.

The people from Pingtongyuan quickly stepped forward, ready to help Zongzhengyue, but he refused.

Zong Zhengyue propped up on the ground, his fingers were broken by Wei San, even so, he still stood up little by little.

Pavilion Master. Lu Shi

Bai took off his jacket and handed it to Zong Zhengyue, indicating that his pants were torn.

Zong Zhengyue still didn't take it, and he will remember the shame of this day forever.

Now Wei San is sitting on the folding chair that Ying Chenghe took out, drinking the nutrient solution he handed over, enjoying Jin Ke's rubbing medicine, Liao Runing's leg beating, and Huo Xuanshan's head massage.

Shan Gong Yangling looked at the exaggerated appearance of Damocles Military Academy: ...

She tried to hint to herself that these were not written out in the regulations, so don't worry about it, and finished the sentence mechanically: We will win one move in this game, and Damocles will score one point.

Wei San finished drinking the strawberry-flavored nutrient solution in disgust: There is another game in the afternoon, I'm tired, let's go back to rest early.

Then you lie down in the treatment cabin? Jin Ke said.

Don't lie down, just rub some medicine. Wei San pointed to his eyes, he was almost blinded by Zong Zhengyue just now.

Liao Runing, who was squatting to press Wei San's leg, noticed something, looked up and saw the cold eyes from Zong Zhengyue not far away, he raised his hand and waved at him, smiling: Don't stare at Wei San anymore. , you lose with mecha, and you lose without mecha. If you try to explain it with luck, it won't work, our Wei San is better than you.

Zong Zhengyue originally started from Xita Xing, and he accumulated depression in his heart. He originally thought that he would be able to save face this time, but he did not expect to lose to Wei San again, and was stimulated by Liao Runing. Blood.

Pavilion Lord!

The members of the Pingtong Academy stepped forward to support Zong Zhengyue.

Liao Runing was taken aback: ...It's none of my business....

Wei San got up: Let's go, I'm hungry.

Lu Zhengxin walked over and said, Wei San, I look forward to your next performance.

Okay, thank you Lord Lu for your explanation. Wei San said in a perfunctory manner, and slipped into the cafeteria room with his teammates.

It's almost time for everyone to leave, and the Imperial Military Academy is still in the training ground.

You have seen Wei San's learning ability. Ying Xingjue said to Ji Chuyu, Don't give her a chance in the afternoon.

Ji Chuyu's eyes fell on Zong Zhengyue who was about to walk out of the gate of the training ground. He felt the same way as Zong Zhengyue felt that his dignity was being provoked.

Before the competition, he was still the best among the heaven's favorites. As the competition progressed, he was trampled on by an unknown person. Anyone would feel that they were extremely provoked.

Ying Xingjue had to go to the infirmary for a routine physical examination, so he was separated from the people at the Imperial Military Academy here.

After he left, Situ Jia whispered, I thought that the relationship between the chief conductor and Wei San seemed to be closer during this time, but now it doesn't seem to be. Maybe it was to better find Wei San. Shortcomings.

Among the four, Ji Chuyu and Ying Xingjue spent the longest time together, followed by Huo Jian, and Situjia's family background was a little weaker. After arriving at the military academy, he defeated all the competitors and won the main soldier seat of this year. , to get in touch with Ying Xing Jue.

He is the chief commander of our Imperial Military Academy, and he will not do anything to harm the interests of the Imperial Military Academy. Ji Chuyu turned the mecha ring on his finger, But... he thinks Wei San is too high.

Huo Jian heard the words: Don't forget what the commander said. I'd rather look high than despise Wei San.

Ji Chuyu didn't say a word and walked out directly.

Leaving Huo Jian to frown on the spot.

...

Is this a new nutrient solution? Ying Xingjue asked Xu Zhen.

Well, I changed a bit of the ingredients and prepared it specially for this competition. Xu Zhen pushed the nutrient solution to him, It will probably last for seven or eight days. You drink it before you enter the arena, and you can't delay it until the end. .

Ying Xingjue accepted the nutrient solution: Do you have this kind of nutrient solution in the hands of Dr. Xu's junior brother?

Xu Zhen shook his head and asked in surprise, What does he want this for? Although we cooperate, I won't let others handle your nutrient solution.

Ying Xingjue lowered her eyes: Doctor Xu, I'll go back first.

Okay, there's nothing wrong with this inspection. Xu Zhen sent a copy of the inspection report to the first district, and then passed it to Ying Xingjue.

...

Wei San endured the pain and took a nap, and when he woke up, he was more than half better, or he was used to the pain.

When they came out of the room, the other four were already waiting in the living room.

Go. Wei San moved his hands and feet and headed out.

The teachers are a bit too much. Why should you arrange your competition on one day, and there is not much time to rest. Liao Runing complained.

Wei San doesn't care: We have to fight anyway, and there is a time limit.

If the time is extended, she may really not be able to play two games a day.

Everyone arrived in the afternoon, and the teacher in charge this time returned the teachers from the Imperial Military Academy to let them prepare first.

Wei San sat by the side and watched, waiting for the last game to come.

This chair is good. Wei San touched the chair, adjusted the camera position, and turned to look at the four teammates who were also sitting on the folding chair. Free is good.

Thank you for the 200,000 Commander Gao. Huo Xuanshan said seriously.

Gao Xuelin passing by: ...