The Era of National Martial Arts

Xu Zhen shot Duan Fei back, raised his eyes and snorted coldly.

Then ignore it.

"it is good!"

Xu Zhen let out a low cry, pointing the tip of the gun at Duan Fei. With his bloody right arm, he stabbed out with the gun and then retracted, and continued to stab out again and again, never stopping, as if he was never tired.

In an instant, a prairie gun transformed into ten, hundreds, and thousand gun shadows...

Duan Fei's face became serious, and he continued to use the sickle to smash the shadow of the gun, while carefully avoiding it.

Even so, Duan Fei looked at several stab wounds on his body, but fortunately he dodged in time, and his physical fitness was not ordinary, so the bleeding stopped quickly.

The two of them were on the ring, suddenly left and flashed, and their injuries were not serious.

"Whoosh, whoosh..."

Xu Zhen took a deep breath, still panting heavily, the injury on his body was getting worse, but he didn't even frown, as if he wasn't the one who was injured.

Regardless of Xu Zhen's embarrassment, Duan Fei was no better, his whole body was drenched in sweat and blood.

Even so, Duan Fei still gritted his teeth and persisted.

Both of them understand that no matter who wins, it means that they can advance to the top three and go to the National Martial Arts University Exchange Competition.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and no one wants to lose it.

Because of this, Duan Fei is unwilling to give up, even though he may have reached his limit.

As for Xu Zhen, the purpose is very simple, to bring An Wuke to the National Martial Arts University Exchange Competition, fulfilling his previous promise.

That's it!

But he himself doesn't have much feeling for the National Martial Arts University Exchange Competition, and he doesn't care if he participates in it or not. Compared with the competition, he is more willing to fulfill his promise.

Because the latter is more important to him.

"Principal, both of you are almost at your limit."

In Zhucheng Wuda, Chen Bang swallowed a mouthful of saliva, stared blankly at the ring and murmured.

This is the first time that he has been injured so severely in the arena.

The two of them didn't hide their clumsiness at all, they were both desperate.

Not working hard means losing.

There is nothing they can do.

Tong Yuan said in a deep voice: "It depends on each other's will at this time. I believe Xu Zhen should have no cards, otherwise he should have used it long ago. Why should he suffer from this injury? The gain outweighs the loss."

The masters and students of Zhucheng Wu all nodded their heads, and so did their thoughts.

This game allowed them to truly understand Xu Zhen's strength.

Moreover, Xu Zhen is also extremely tenacious.

It's unbelievable that such a serious injury didn't even frown.

An Wuke stationed!

"Principal, let Xu Zhen admit defeat!"

Yu Ping looked at Xu Zhen who was dripping blood all over the ring, and said urgently to Ma Chongshan.

There was even a hint of urging between the words.

Ma Chongshan was silent.

Why didn't he want Xu Zhen to admit defeat, but he knew that Xu Zhen would not take the initiative to admit defeat, he wanted to fight until the last moment.

In order to fulfill his promise, Xu Zhen will never admit defeat on his own.

This is where Xu Zhen is invaluable.

"Xu Zhen won't admit defeat. Wait a minute. If he really can't hold on, I will force him to admit defeat. Don't worry, nothing will happen to Xu Zhen."

Ma Chongshan sighed deeply, and said lightly.

No matter how worried he was, he wouldn't let his classmates see that he was the head of the school, so naturally he couldn't show worry first.

"But……"

Yu Ping hesitated to speak, and was about to say something.

Suddenly, Chen Hong patted his shoulder and shook his head towards him.

Seeing this, Yu Ping sighed and said nothing more.

Li Yang stood aside alone, looking at the two people on the stage solemnly, but he didn't show the slightest worry in his heart.

"It's too scary."

"Is this still a game?"

"Do you have to fight to the death?"

"They are still a group of children, isn't this competition too cruel?"

There are also some ordinary people in the auditorium. Even though they have experienced fierce beasts attacking the city, they still don't know much about warriors.

As everyone knows, this little injury is almost a world of difference compared to outside the city.

This is where ordinary people are happy.

They may not understand what kind of harsh environment they live in and who is protecting them all the time.

As a result, there was a lot of discussion in the audience seats, which gradually set off a storm.

Even, many people implicitly accused the organizer of being too cruel.

"quiet!"

Seeing that the situation was intensifying, Fan Jingwen glared and shouted angrily.

An aura of calm and prestige suddenly rose, and he immediately shouted: "In the competition on the ring, the fists and feet have no eyes, and injuries are inevitable. Moreover, this small injury is nothing to the front line outside the city."

Having said that, he stopped in time.