The Era of National Martial Arts

Fan Jingwen suddenly looked at Xu Zhen and asked, "You have 10 minutes to rest, or you can just go down and find someone to replace you."

"No, I'll just rest for 10 minutes."

Xu Zhen shook his head, sat down cross-legged quickly, took out a pill from his bosom and swallowed it.

This time, he was fully prepared and the elixir was sufficient.

Try to get through the last round, then look at the first three.

"Xu Zhen's injury is too serious. I don't know if he can survive the last game."

Yu Ping looked at Xu Zhen, a solemn look flashed in his eyes, and he said worriedly.

It's a pity that their strength is low and they can't help at all, otherwise Xu Zhen wouldn't be so embarrassed.

Xu Zhen didn't feel anything. Although the injury was serious, he was able to hold on.

Ma Chongshan said calmly: "Don't worry, Xu Zhen knows how to measure himself, so he shouldn't act recklessly."

At the beginning, Ma Chongshan was full of confidence, but he was not so sure even as he talked.

In the end, Ma Chongshan stared calmly at Xu Zhen who was resting on the stage with his eyes closed, and sighed.

From Xu Zhen's attitude all the time, it was almost impossible not to be reckless.

Now, Xu Zhen is injured.

There is still the last match left, so you don't need to think about it to know that it is the strongest below the third rank of Zhucheng Martial Arts University.

It is quite difficult to pass the last level.

"Duan Fei, go ahead. Make sure Xu Zhen doesn't pass through the three of them. Otherwise, losing the game will be a minor matter, but a big shame. At that time, Zhucheng Wu will lose all face."

Tong Yuan, the principal of Zhucheng Martial Arts University, had a sullen face, and said decisively to Duan Fei to the side.

Only to succeed, not to fail!

Probably so!

Duan Fei had a cropped cut and looked quite thin and lean. Hearing the principal's tone, he immediately assured him: "Don't worry, principal, I will do my best not to let this person wear three clothes."

Hearing this, Tong Yuan nodded, but there was still a solemn look on his face.

An Wuke can rely on Xu Zhen to go to the final round, which shows Xu Zhen's strength.

In any case, it cannot be taken lightly.

On the other hand, Xu Zhen, although he was injured by Chen Bang, who can guarantee that he will not have the strength to fight again?

At this moment, everyone has different thoughts.

Ten minutes passed in a flash, Xu Zhen opened his eyes, let out a breath, and stood up slowly.

Fan Jingwen announced at the right time: "The third match between Zhucheng Wuhan University and An Wuke, Xu Zhen VS Duan Fei, Duan Fei is invited to come on stage."

As soon as the words were finished, Duan Fei jumped onto the stage and stood not far from Xu Zhen.

Seeing this, Fan Jingwen nodded silently, and shouted: "The match begins!"

"Pearl City Martial Arts University, Duan Fei!"

"An Wuke, Xu Zhen!"

Xu Zhen had said this self-introduction many times, but he still took the trouble, hoping to keep saying it until the last game.

He can still stand in the ring.

Only then will he truly fulfill his promise.

Duan Fei looked at Xu Zhen, and said calmly: "You seem to be seriously injured. You really have to continue to compete. It's better to change people. There may be a glimmer of hope. If you insist on going your own way and carry it alone, you may not be able to make it to the end."

Xu Zhen insisted so much, Duan Fei naturally knew his purpose, he just wanted to advance to the top three, and then he could participate in the National Martial Arts University Exchange Competition.

Who doesn't want to?

Duan Fei thought too.

Zhucheng Wuhan University also thinks.

It's a pity that between the two colleges of Anwu University and Huake University, only one can be left in the end.

No one can shake the status of Wancheng Wuhan University and Huake Wuhan University. The first and second must go to both. It is basically impossible for other institutions to compete.

Then, the third position became a favorite.

After several rounds of competition, there are four schools left.

Then, only Anwuke and Huake Wuda will compete for the third place.

But now, Zhucheng Wuhan University is the only one left.

Duan Fei admired Xu Zhen alone against two third-rank fighters from Zhucheng Wuda University.

This, he cannot do.

The martial arts students who are at the third rank in the field can do it no more than three fingers.

Maybe not so many, maybe none.

But this feat was accomplished by Xu Zhen.

If Xu Zhen hadn't been injured, he wasn't sure.

But now that Xu Zhen is seriously injured, it means he still has a chance.

After all, he is No.1 below the third rank of Zhucheng Wuda.

While Duan Fei was deep in thought, Xu Zhen smiled lightly and said, "Since we have reached this point, there is no reason to admit defeat."

If Duan Fei asked Xu Zhen to step down and replace him, it would be tantamount to admitting defeat.

Besides him, who else in Anwuke can beat Duan Fei, a third-rank martial artist in a state of complete victory.

It's simply a fantasy.

Xu Zhen naturally knew what Duan Fei was thinking, and he just hoped that he would take the initiative to retreat, so that he would be able to win without a fight.

Because no one is his opponent.