Once upon a time there was a demon pass

"Retire."

Yu Sheng sat where he was, looked at Zhao Zicheng, and suddenly said something.

Zhao Zicheng turned his head and glanced at Yu Sheng calmly: "Boss Yu, if I have to go on stage on a stretcher in the team competition, you...can you win?"

Yu Sheng thought about it seriously and nodded slightly.

Taking a long breath, Zhao Zicheng grinned: "So, let me try."

"This kind of game can only be experienced once in a lifetime."

"If you don't rush, you will end up with regrets."

"And I also want to see how far I can go with my own strength."

"Even this virtue."

"It's all here, you can't really be an atmosphere group, go back and be laughed at by them."

Although he was smiling, Zhao Zicheng's eyes were very serious.

After all, what he wanted to do was Zhao Zicheng, the backbone of the human race.

Instead of the tail of the crane behind Yu Sheng.

This goal, from the moment he just awakened, until now...has never changed.

Very pure.

And if you want to grow, you have to take one step forward and another step forward.

Even if this road is difficult and far away...

On the road, you will face all kinds of temptations and bumps.

"We have to walk after all, right!"

Looking at Zhao Zicheng's sunny smile, Yu Sheng nodded slightly: "Come on."

"Hey, hey, take it easy!"

"Damn, are you a professional? Don't be arrogant."ъ

"Steady the hand holding the stretcher, it hurts."

Zhao Zicheng grinned and shouted, the two medical staff looked at each other helplessly, sighed softly, and carried Zhao Zicheng away.

"Are you...are targeting Zhao Zicheng?"

Yu Sheng suddenly turned his head, glanced at the other students behind him, and asked softly.

Heads lowered one by one, not daring to look at each other.

"Well, I'll target you too."

Yu Sheng whispered softly, took out his mobile phone, and found Xu Yuanqing's communication.

'Next game, can you arrange an opponent in the military academy for me? '

'Stronger ones. '

'10 credits. '

After confirming that there is no problem, send it.

Xu Yuanqing, who was originally sighing, became agitated when he saw the text message.

God knows what it feels like to see money back after being squeezed by the rest of his life for so long!

"Good boss!"

Respond decisively, get up, turn around and leave.

By the way, he dialed Yuan Qingshan's cell phone number.

About 10 minutes later, Xu Yuanqing came back contentedly, and sat on the chair with a spring-like smile on his face.

No more troubles from before.

Although the ring lost about 50 credits and only earned 10 credits back, but...

If you earn 10 points from Yu Sheng, you can go back and spend a year with Sun Wenchui.

"Boss, it's done."

Editing a text message for Yu Sheng again, Xu Yuanqing smiled even wider when he saw the extra 10 credits transfer on Mo Academy's software.

Yu Sheng put down his phone and stood at the backstage door, waiting quietly.

The moment the host said his name, Yu Sheng walked out, his pace was a little faster than usual, and he stood on the ring.

A moment later, a student from a military academy took the stage.

His skin is delicate, and he looks handsome with red lips and white teeth, but his face is cold.

"Military Academy, Fan Yun."

The voice was calm with a little coldness.

The body is slightly arched, ensuring that the host can act as soon as the host announces.

"Fan Yun...I know."

"The military school is targeting Zhao Zicheng, and I am targeting you. It's fair."

Whispering, Fan Yun's expression remained unchanged.

There was a fighting spirit in his eyes.

The teacher said every day, avoid the rest of his life, and fight for the runner-up with all his strength, he doesn't believe it!

Yu Sheng, is he really that strong?

Everyone has three senses, and if they haven't broken through the peak, how big the gap can be.

Yu Sheng had killed someone before, and he...had killed him too!

Slightly squinting his eyes, he still held a saber in his hand.

"Game start!"

Following the figure of the host, Fan Yun rushed towards Yu Sheng with a knife in his hand, and a light blue mist rose behind him, slowly melting into his body.

For a time, the speed suddenly increased.

Yu Sheng still stood in place, his hands drooping naturally.

Behind him, Sap flashed past.

It was copied by Yu Sheng in his hand, and he just carried it with one hand, and smashed it down at Fan Yun without any skill.

Fan Yun dodged deftly.

Then, the second stick, the third stick...

Repeatedly.

Simple and unpretentious, it can even be seen that Yu Sheng is not very good at using sticks, but can simply chop, smash, and swing.

But enough.

Fan Yun dodged in embarrassment.

Yu Sheng's strength and reaction speed were far greater than he imagined.

Even getting close has become a luxury.

Until the long stick finally hit his abdomen, the whole person flew upside down, with severe abdominal pain, curled up in a corner, with cold sweat constantly breaking out from his forehead.

What hit him the most was that he had never used any skills for the rest of his life.

Dragging the stick, he walked slowly in front of Fan Yun and squatted down.

He opened his mouth, pulled out a tooth, and threw it on the ground.

"You wouldn't say surrender, would you?"

Yu Sheng looked at him and asked seriously.

Fan Yun was at a loss for a moment, and sensed that something was wrong. Just as he opened his mouth, a ball of sackcloth was stuffed into his mouth.

"Military academy... there should be you in the team competition."

Whispering, Yu Sheng looked at the judges not far away: "Would you care about fair competition?"

Xu Yuanqing was expressionless.

The teacher at the military academy wanted to speak, but in the next second, Xu Yuanqing looked over: "I, Zhao Zicheng from Mo Academy, you didn't respond when I was exchanged just now."

"It's different!"

"That's evenly matched, even the weak against the strong!"

"Now, Fan Yun has no ability to fight back."

The teacher at the military academy explained helplessly.

Xu Yuanqing nodded: "Oh, that's the reason."

"Let me ask one more question, if Zhao Zicheng is not seriously injured and falls to the ground, will the people in your military academy just let it go or cut off his chance for the team competition?"

"In terms of your honor as a human race."

The voice is calm and undisturbed.

The teacher at the military academy hesitated, and finally said: "He was seriously injured, and his chance for the team competition was cut off."

"But it will control the strength and not hurt the foundation."

"Just rest for a month or so."

After thinking about it, he added another sentence.

"Oh."

"Did you hear me?"

Xu Yuanqing smiled playfully, his eyes fell on Yu Sheng, and he spoke lightly.

A crisp sound.

Fan Yun's body froze suddenly, biting the sackcloth tightly, sweat dripping from his forehead.

Fractured calf.

The second crisp sound.

"One month, just right."

Yu Sheng said softly, and slowly got up.