Complete Martial Arts Attributes Chapter 352: Fail but not fall! (Second more)
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"Well, then you are careful." Wang Teng hesitated for a moment, and said so.
He wanted to persuade Han Zhu, but if he couldn't beat him, he would admit defeat, but after thinking about it, he didn't say anything.
There are certain things that only you can make decisions, and he can't intervene in anything.
Men’s battles never require others to intervene.
After a while, the 12th ring ended the game.
Han Zhu slowly stood up, holding a long vajra stick, did not say anything to Wang Teng, and went straight to the 12th ring.
On the other end, Zhao Yuanwu had a faint smile on his face, as if he hadn't put the game in his eyes at all, he was extremely confident.
I also came to the ring.
"Game, start!"
The referee gave an order.
Han Zhu did not hesitate, waved his long stick, the force of the earth system gathered on it, and the shadows of the sticks enveloped Zhao Yuanwu.
Zhao Yunwu seemed quite calm, holding a battle knife, the force of the fire force condenses on the knife, and smashed Han Zhu's cudgel attack.
He is a fire fighter!
The long stick collided with the saber, shooting out sparks.
Boom!
The great strength on the long stick made Zhao Yuanwu's heart tense, and he found that he looked down upon Han Zhu a little.
The force is as heavy as a boulder smashed down.
Every hit and collision made the sword in his hand vibrate, and the force spread to his hand, causing pain in the tiger's mouth, as if it was about to be shattered.
"Get out!"
Zhao Yuanwu's face was full of evil, and his figure flickered, avoiding Han Zhu's attack, and slashing out with a single knife. The scarlet sword light carried a terrifying power and slashed towards Han Zhu.
Han Zhu's eyes were dignified, a strong yellow light flashed on the long stick instantly, and he let out a deep shout, blocking upwards.
Clang!
The sword beam hit the long stick, making a violent trembling sound.
Han Zhu's face changed drastically, and the huge impact made him retreat backwards unceasingly.
Push! Pedal! Pedal!
Step on the ground, leaving shallow pits on the hard ring...
Blood oozes from the corners of his mouth.
Obviously, this blow has caused Han Zhu to suffer internal injuries.
Zhao Yuanwu took advantage of the victory and chased him with a knife. Han Zhu hurriedly resisted and kept backing backwards, his face faintly pale.
In a short while, he was forced to the edge of the ring.
At this time, his internal organs were injured more and more seriously under this attack, and the situation was very bad.
"With such a little strength, I still want to avenge others." Although Zhao Yuanwu recognized Han Zhu's strength, he was not forgiving at all, sneered and mocked.
At the same time, the offensive became fiercer.
Han Zhu gritted his teeth, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, no longer resisting, several times with his sword spirit, he also wielded his long stick regardless of offense, and fought with Zhao Yuanwu.
The two hit again from the edge of the ring to the center of the ring.
In a short while, he fought dozens of rounds, even if Han Zhu tried his best, he was still at a disadvantage.
Boom!
In a violent collision, the force exploded, and Han Zhu flew out and crashed onto the ground.
He plunged the stick into the ground abruptly, stopping his retreat, but he couldn't help spouting a mouthful of blood, and he staggered.
But he immediately sank his feet, stepped on the ground, and finally...stopped!
On his chest, a knife mark is extremely conspicuous.
A lot of blood was sprayed out, bloody, and his injuries were extremely serious.
Han Zhu still wanted to get up and fight again, but found that his body was weak and weak, his eyes turned black for a while, and he held a long stick tightly in his hand to prevent himself from falling, then his head dropped and he suddenly lost consciousness.
Zhao Yuanwu strode forward, as if he wanted to attack again.
Under the ring, Wang Teng's expression changed, and he wanted to rush to the ring to stop him.
At this moment, the referee stood in front of Zhao Yuanwu and said blankly: "He has lost consciousness, you have won!"
"Huh!" Zhao Yuanwu narrowed his eyes to look at the other party, and finally gave a cold snort and had to give up.
……
"Huh!"
In the audience, many people noticed the battle here. At this moment, as the battle ended, many people's breath was finally vomiting out.
Wonderful!
Intense!
This game opened many people's eyes
The battle between Han Zhu and Zhao Yuanwu was so close that it gave people a feeling of "this is the battle between men".
Even if Han Zhu loses, no one thinks he is weak.
On the contrary, they acquiesced to Han Zhu's great strength from the bottom of their hearts, which surpassed most of the contestants they had watched before.
"Huang Haijun Academy deserves to be a prestigious school, this contestant named Han Zhu is not weak at all!"
"Of course, Huang Haijun Academy is the best military talent education school in China."
"Unfortunately, I lost to Zhao Yuanwu!"
"Hmph, I really hope someone can clean up that arrogant guy Zhao Yuanwu."
……
In the rest area of the Xiadu Military Academy, Luo Cheng looked at the figure half-kneeling on the ring, and shook his head, somewhat regretful.
"Huang Hai's defeat, I'm afraid I can no longer fight with us." Said a contestant from Xiadu Military Academy.
"If Han Zhu can return to the finals in the wild card match, there may still be a chance to fight." Another person said.
"Don't be hit with morale." Luo Cheng embraced his arms and said lightly.
An opponent who has lost morale is not a good opponent.
……
On the second floor of the auditorium, Peng Yuanshan had no expression on his face, and the other five principals also looked a little dignified, and slowly stood up.
"I'll go down and take a look." Tong Hu said with a weak face.
"Let's go together." Su Jing and the four followed him.
"Lao Peng, your school has lost even the strongest Han Zhu. I am afraid that this time the ranking is hanging." said Yan Kang, the dean of the School of Martial Arts of Kinrin University, with a hint of schadenfreude.
"Victory or defeat is commonplace for soldiers. If you lose, you will lose. The next year of the martial arts competition is to fight back. We Huanghai can't afford to lose." Peng Yuanshan said indifferently, "Not to mention the wild card match Han Zhu’s strength is not difficult to come back."
"It's reasonable." Yan Kang smiled and said nothing more. They are not enemies, and the argument is over.
On the ring.
The medical staff wanted to carry Han Zhu down for treatment, but encountered an extremely embarrassing thing.
They can't move Han Zhu!
Han Zhu held the long stick tightly with both hands, and the long stick was inserted into the ground of the ring and could not be pulled out at all.
The referee stepped forward to help, trying to break Han Zhu's hands and pull out the long stick.
As a result, I couldn't break it, and the long stick couldn't pull it out at all.
"This..." This referee is also a 5-star warrior-level warrior. At this moment, he has exhausted his strength, but there is no effect, and his complexion is a little red.
"What's the matter?" The audience watched this scene in surprise and talked a lot.
"It looks like, in order not to fall, Han Zhu's strength in holding the long stick is probably extremely great, so the last time he inserted the long stick into the ring very deep, even the referee can't do anything." The commentator explained in surprise. .
"Let me come!" At this moment, Wang Teng came over.
"Can you?" the referee suspiciously.
"Try it." Wang Teng stepped forward, signaled the referee to leave, and then slowly broke off Han Zhu's hand.
The referee who looked at his eyes widened...