Empress, don't make trouble, I'm really a gentleman

Facing such an astonishing attack, Suzaku remained calm.

Until the fist was only an inch away from her.

At this moment, Suzaku moved abruptly, almost to the point where afterimages appeared, and stepped aside, causing Lu Jie to punch the air.

Lu Jie seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and the other hand formed a finger, pointing at Suzaku's throat like a sharp sword.

The opponent was strong, and he had expected that this blatant punch would be dodged.

Suzaku kept raising his snow-white palm, its brilliance lit up, and a knife in his hand struck Lu Jie's finger like lightning.

The hand knife collided with the finger, and the real yuan collided, stirring up a strong wind.

Lu Jie felt a piercing pain in his finger, and it was almost broken.

This woman's seemingly weak and white palms are as hard as iron!

He was taken aback, hastily withdrew his strength, and retreated directly.

As it turns out, his retreat was correct.

Because, Suzaku's other palm slammed down fiercely, and it landed on Lu Jie's side with a lot of movement. True essence came out through his body, turning into a phantom of flames, splitting the ring into pieces, and the shattered stones flew all over the sky.

"My God! This woman has such terrifying power!"

Some participating soldiers exclaimed, their scalps numb.

He is also a grandmaster himself, but he is not enough compared to Suzaku.

"With this strength, you can already compete with the Zhao brothers? At least the eighth-rank grandmaster!"

Lu Jie retreated violently, the gravel scraped across his face, leaving streaks of blood.

He is still thankful that his combat experience saved him once.

However, the figure of Suzaku had already appeared in front of him.

She is like a fiery red maple leaf, her steps are light and elegant, she can't see the specific movements clearly, and she gets closer with the blink of an eye.

Lu Jie's hair stood on end.

"kill!"

There was no way he could retreat, his true energy burned even brighter, and he threw himself forward with a punch!
Roar!
The voice of a fierce tiger resounded loudly, and the phantom of a tiger appeared on its fist, grinning, with astonishing destructive power.

This is a combat technique in the mighty army, and it needs to be exchanged for military achievements made of iron and blood. The power of killing is terrifying.

The use of a master-level powerhouse is enough to shatter the enemy into pieces of flesh!

Suzaku's eyes were still calm, and his snow-white palms were clenched into fists, and he chose to directly confront him!

boom!
One big and one small, the two fists collided together, and the result made the audience unbelievable.

Lu Jie let out a muffled snort, his blood was churning, and a dark red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He retreated uncontrollably, barely stopping at the edge of the ring.

On the other hand, Suzaku only took half a step back.

So strong!

That's what's on everyone's mind.

The battle had just begun, and Lu Jie was already wounded.

But the latter was not afraid, and with a roar, he strode forward, his true energy burning fiercely, with extreme ferocity, every punch and every kick was powerful enough to split mountains and rocks.

He is a mighty military leader who has experienced many battles, so naturally he cannot be intimidated by Suzaku.

"kill!"

Shouting again, he marched forward bravely, Suzaku did not retreat, still calm and calm, with cold eyes.

The two collided and punched dozens of times in the blink of an eye.

With a bang, Lu Jie flew upside down again, his back hit the ground heavily, his eyes were full of horror, and with a "wow", a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"This... the Mighty Army, it seems that he really can't beat Suzaku..."

Under the stage, a master of the Zhenxi Army swallowed, a little shocked.

The strong in the mighty army are fierce and not afraid of death, and they are good at defeating the strong with the weak. A ninth-rank grandmaster is enough to fight an eighth-rank grandmaster... But Suzaku is even more terrifying.

Her foundation is strong, her strength is terrifying, and her speed is unbelievable.More importantly, she has very rich combat experience, obviously a veteran of many battles.

"Could it be that the Dream Team is a well-known team that changed its name?"

The strong men of Zhenbei Army frowned, guessing a bit.

Lu Jie still wanted to get up, although his heart was shocked, he still refused to admit defeat.

Unfortunately, Suzaku didn't give him a chance.

She fell like a fallen leaf, dodged Lu Jie's tricky kick, and took advantage of the situation to kick him in the chest.

Lu Jie's body flew out like a cannonball, and fell heavily to the ring.

Ji Wuchen could see that Suzaku wanted to kick the face in the last kick, but at the critical moment, he kept his hand and did not attack the face.

"Assignment."

Suzaku's eyes were clear, without joy or sorrow, he calmly saluted.

The audience was in an uproar.

For a long time, the Mighty Army has always dominated the top ten... This time, someone was eliminated early?
Even Nangong Jing couldn't believe it.

"It's... Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon under the great general, who has been hiding it from everyone for a long time."

The Empress smiled wryly, feeling that Ji Wuchen beside her had become unpredictable.

When did he have so many masters?

Although, he is not considered a top expert, but the other party is young. If such a young eighth-rank master is allowed to develop for a period of time, what kind of terrifying existence will he become?

Ji Wuchen smiled.

"Your Majesty's reputation is too high. She is only average. I taught her well."

Nangong Jing: "..."

This guy really shines with a little sunshine.

Wang Yong remained silent, showing no signs of happiness or anger.

He must be in a complicated mood, right?
On the contrary, Wang Zhi made no secret of his inner thoughts.

"Not bad, the name Suzaku can barely be used by her."

This round of competition slowly came to an end, half of the people were eliminated, and there were less than 50 people left to participate in the finals.

At this point, the rest of the staff have already gained a certain amount of fame, and they can be seen by the big names on the stage.

Among the less than 50 people, there is only one Yulin Army.

Nangong Jing didn't say anything, but looking at her expression, Ji Wuchen knew that the empress was very upset.

"The Royal Forest Army has been guarding the capital all year round, and has never gone out to fight. The actual combat ability has declined."

Ji Wuchen sighed with emotion, seeing Nangong Jing's expression became even uglier, and quickly added:

"However, Your Majesty, I think some people in my mansion are quite capable. Asking them to help train the Royal Forest Army should effectively improve their strength."

Nan Gongjing was taken aback, and immediately refused: "No, no need, the Yulin Army has its own instructor, this is not a good move."

On the surface, she was protecting the coach of the Imperial Forest Army, but in fact, the Empress was protecting Ji Wuchen.

Let this guy's people enter the Imperial Forest Army, who knows what he will do!

Ji Wuchen felt the empress's distrust, felt very hurt, and his eyes were full of resentment.

This terrifying look made Nangong Jing's goosebumps rise, and he hurriedly changed the subject with a smile: "The use of weapons is allowed in the third round, I'm afraid it will be dangerous. At that time, the generals should take more care of the contestants. Don't let them have trouble." What a loss."

Ji Wuchen knew that the empress was changing the subject, sighed lightly, and stopped talking, as if I was very sad.

Wang Zhi looked up at the sky.

"It's getting late, let's start directly. Try to end the military exercise today. I'm going back to practice."

He is a martial idiot, thinking about cultivation all the time, he even asked to start the third round in advance in front of Nangong Jing.

Nangong Jing's smile froze.

"Since the general said it, let's do it according to the general's words."

Wang Zhi nodded.

"Sir, thank you, Your Majesty."