Whew!
The air burst of the sword.
Lin's reaction to the future level is that his left shoulder is cold. When he looks down, Lin Beichen's sword has pierced his left shoulder.
A kind of blankness diffuses in Leng Ye's heart.
What's going on?
What happened?
Why just a moment, Lin Beichen's sword, stabbed into his shoulder?
This loss in the next moment, was replaced by severe pain.
"Ho ho... Ah..."
Leng Ye finally screams like a pig.
Poof!
Lin Beichen draws out his sword.
A blood arrow came out.
Then, with a backhand sword, he draws it on Leng Ye's right cheek and pulls it directly to the ground, whining.
"Even if you are such a defective product, dare you challenge me?"
Lin Beichen squats down, wipes the blood on Leng Ye's clothes, and then kicks Leng Ye off the challenge arena.
Poop!
Leng Ye falls on the ground and faints on the spot.
Invigilator Xi Leng Leng, turned to one side of the viewing platform to look at the grade director Chu Chen, who nodded slightly, then loudly: "Lin Beichen win!"
Under the challenge arena, it was a mess.
There was a class of students, eyes dribble, thought of something, straight arm loudly roared: "Lin Beichen, you start too vicious, but it's just a martial arts contest, unexpectedly stabbed brother Leng said than, you are simply inhuman."
"I protest. It's not a contest. It's murder."
"It's not human to treat one's classmates so hard."
"We strongly demand that teachers come forward and cancel Lin Beichen's grades..."
For a moment, it seemed that the crowd was excited.
Lin Beichen's sword pointed to the class and said, "don't you agree? Come up and fight with me, you fool. "
"I..."
There was no reason for that student.
Although he was pointed by the long sword, it was as if he had been touched by the tip of the sword. His whole body was cold and shivering. All the notes were stuck in his throat and he couldn't utter a word.
The others are wilting, too.
Where Lin Beichen's sword points to, the noisy crowd, like a just burning flame, is as cold as a basin of cold water.
Cang Lang!
He returned his sword to the scabbard and walked down the challenge arena step by step.
Black hair flying, reflecting the sun's brilliance.
"Ah, how handsome."
Three or five female students are screaming with their faces covered.
Ding Sanshi, a swordsmanship teacher in class 9, has a bright light in his eyes.
"Genius, the real Kendo genius."
"Even if he started to practice [basic swordsmanship melee three company] from his mother's womb, and can practice to this extent, it is enough to show his talent of kendo. Hehe, hehe, it's him. I'm looking for this smelly boy."
In a flash, Lao Jiaoxi made a decision without hesitation.
Far away.
On the observation platform.
On Chu Chen's face, he couldn't hide his smile and said, "ha ha, brother Qingxuan, now you can see Lin Beichen's actual combat performance. What's your comment?"
Li Qingxuan narrowed his eyes and said: "the opponent's strength is too weak to judge anything."
Chu trace smile of close not close mouth, way: "continue, ha ha, continue to see."
He is now completely will Lin Beichen, as a baby pimple.
Although it was announced that Lin Beichen's Xuanqi grade test results were temporarily invalid that day, it was just a foreign excuse.
The truth, he and several participants are very clear.
The so-called [Xuanshi] fault is just a cover. It's because Li Qingxuan, an observer, forced him to come to a conclusion. When liupin [Xuanshi] arrives, everything will come out.
Ha ha ha ha ha.
My third college is going to have a big baby.
When I think of it, when I see the grade directors of other colleges at the future college exchange meeting, I can say "come on, let you have a look at my big baby", and then the other party is convinced instantly. Ha ha, that kind of feeling is just beautiful.
……
Dabie, go on.
Half an hour later, the first round of the contest was over.
Fifty people were eliminated.
Fifty people were promoted.
The whole process was supervised by grade director Chu Chen, special observer Li Qingxuan, and dozens of other invigilators to ensure fairness and effectiveness.
In order to further ensure fairness, 50 students who have been promoted are drawn again.
Lin Beichen drew 47.
"It's really predestined relationship with 7."
Is it that there are seven meanings in the dark?
Lin Beichen looked at the name plate in his hand.
This time, without waiting too long, it was his turn.
When he stepped on the ring, he could see his opponent clearly.
"Ha ha, it's true that we don't meet each other in life. Is it unexpected, surprising or exciting?"
Lin Beichen laughed.
Because the embarrassed student on the other side is the one who fought against Leng ye and incited others to attack him not long ago.
"You... Don't go too far."
The student said with fear.
Lin Beichen almost laughed.
This dialogue, if it's a woman, is it nutritious?
"If I remember correctly, are you in class one, too?"
Lin Beichen road.
The student said: "yes, my best friend is elder martial brother Wu Xiaofang. You..."
The voice is not lost.
The sword flashed.
Poof.
Poof.
The sound of the sword piercing and pulling out, almost at the same time.
Bang!
I got a foot in the abdomen.
The student was kicked down from the challenge arena and fell to the ground.
The whole process, less than a breath of time.
At this time, he screamed like a pig, and then it rang.
Like Leng ye, his right arm is pierced by a long sword. He is seriously injured.
But this is within the scope of the rule of big ratio in actual combat.
Because some good quality herbal pills can cure such penetrating injuries in a short time.
As long as it doesn't hurt your life, it can be saved as long as it doesn't hurt your limbs or arms.
The purpose of the actual challenge arena is to let students feel the moment of life and death confrontation, and remember the feeling of real combat. Too many constraints will lose the significance of actual combat.
This time, no one dares to attack Lin Beichen.
Many people feel cold in their hearts because of the black sheep's revenge.
After the invigilator announced the result of the battle, Lin Beichen took the sword step by step and walked slowly down from the challenge arena.
"How handsome."
More than a dozen female flower fanatic students were screaming with their faces covered under the challenge arena.
Well, the number of women's support group has increased a little.
time lapse.
The contest continued.
Poop!
Xue Yue, a student of class 9, grade 2, fell heavily from the challenge arena and vomited blood in a coma.
"As I said, in class nine, I met one and abused another."
Wu Xiaofang, standing on the challenge arena, sneered and said, "if you want to blame it, blame a classmate named Lin Beichen."
The students of class 9, standing under the challenge arena, dare to be angry or not.
This Wu Xiaofang is really vicious.
It is clear that for the students of class 9, each time they are not only defeated, but also seriously injured and humiliated. Cheng Ku comes before and Xue Yue comes after. This is beyond the significance of the challenge arena. It is clear that they are deliberately insulting people.
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