Once upon a time there was a demon pass

"Ok?"

Yu Sheng was taken aback.

Yesterday, the vice-principal called him personally, and the phone summary kept telling him that by the time the quarter-finals began, Moge's senior management, including the entire human race, had paid great attention to him.

So the painting style must be correct!

Otherwise, it is not good to publicize!

Especially the champion of the Mo Academy, it is best to have a hot blood and a proud image, so as to facilitate the enrollment next year.

In order to stop studying those so-called tricks for the rest of his life, the vice principal reluctantly took out [-] credits.

but now...

There are even active requests!

Yu Sheng seemed to have opened the door to a new world, and pondered for a second: "Do you sing well?"

"I once released a single."

There was a little confidence in Yin Meng's eyes, as if to some extent, he had defeated Yu Sheng.

"Forget it, you surrender."

Yu Sheng was a little disappointed, turned around, and prepared to leave.

Yin Meng:? ? ?

With a dazed look on his face, he was carried on a stretcher by the medical staff and drifted away.

Wisps of gray gas are still spreading out.

Yu Sheng thought about it.

"It turns out that it can also provide gray gas..."

Take out your notepad and record.

There is one more way.

After experiencing Yuan Qingshan's translation of the speech, the students in the next competition worked even harder.

A normal freshman competition was played like a real battlefield.

Dangers everywhere.

Even Xu Yuanqing, the host and part-time referee, didn't dare to sit on the judges' seat anymore, but stood under the ring, ready to go on stage to catch people at any time.

In such an evenly matched battle situation, it would be very difficult for anyone to stop and ensure that they would not kill the opponent by mistake.

The newly changed arena was already stained with blood, and there was a little bloody smell out of thin air.

Until a place to advance to the quarter-finals was born, even if they were covered in blood, they still had proud smiles on their faces.

The loser has this scene deeply imprinted in his mind, waiting for a day to catch up.

Another fight.

Only in this kind of continuous encouragement and competition, will more and more strong people emerge from the new generation of the human race, take over the banner in the hands of the former, and continue to move forward slowly.

In the end, there were only two people left before the competition.

Ink Academy, Zhao Zicheng.

Feng Yong, the son of the boss of Qunxing Group, a military academy.

Zhao Zicheng, who had been very silent since entering the arena today, controlled the wheelchair and walked towards the ring silently.

The leg is still in plaster.

Chest bandaged.

The left hand is also wrapped in gauze and hung on the shoulder.

Including the exposed skin, there are scars.

With the help of the staff, he stepped onto the ring and calmly watched Feng Yong opposite him.Fun Court

Feng Yong looked at Zhao Zicheng with a complicated expression, and took a deep breath: "Although there is still Liang Zi between us, but... admit defeat."

Zhao Zicheng's face was a little pale, he raised his head to look at Feng Yong, and suddenly grinned and forced a smile: "You trash."

"If you provoke me, you will only make your end worse."

Feng Yong frowned slightly.

But Zhao Zicheng looked at Xu Yuanqing who was not far away, and signaled with his eyes.

"are you ready?"

Xu Yuanqing sighed softly and asked.

Zhao Zicheng nodded.

"Are you...really ready?"

Xu Yuanqing asked again.

Zhao Zicheng felt a little helpless and nodded again.

"You can't be a little farther away from him. At this distance, your wheelchair can't take advantage."

Xu Yuanqing said quietly, seeing that Zhao Zicheng still had no plans to retreat, he said that the match had started, and then withdrew from the ring.

To the surprise of all the audience present, Zhao Zicheng, who is more suitable for swimming in a wheelchair, not only did not retreat, but instead controlled the wheelchair, and rushed towards Feng Yong at the maximum speed that the wheelchair could achieve.

The only right hand that could move suddenly let go of the joystick, picked up a crossbow from the side, and shot several arrows at Feng Yong, forcing him back a little distance.

The moment he approached Feng Yong, Zhao Zicheng supported the armrest with one hand, jumped up from the wheelchair, jumped out from the side, and fell heavily to the ground.

But the moment he landed, he barely supported his body, half-knelt on the ground, and stared closely at Feng Yong.

Feng Yong just moved two steps sideways, giving way to the wheelchair, a little puzzled.

Some hesitated and walked towards Zhao Zicheng who fell to the ground.

Giving up my only means of action...

What's the difference between admitting defeat.

Seeing that Zhao Zicheng was getting closer and closer, Zhao Zicheng's right hand, which had been tightly held, suddenly pulled.

There seems to be an invisible line between the wheelchair and the wheelchair.

The wheelchair flew out, Feng Yong's legs tightened.

Almost fell to the ground.

"It's a pity that it's a competition, otherwise I'll kill you with Boss Yu's stick!"

Zhao Zicheng muttered in his mouth, still pulling hard, and threw Feng Yong to the ground, the wheelchair was thrown over, Zhao Zicheng barely got up, sat on the wheelchair, and kept circling around Feng Yong.

Tie it down firmly.

Under a series of operations, Zhao Zicheng, who was already seriously injured, turned paler and gasped for breath.

But after all, this is a trick that doesn't come to the table.

At best, Feng Yong was trapped for a few seconds and hit with a sandbag a few times.

With Feng Yong's escape, Zhao Zicheng fell into a complete disadvantage.

But with red eyes and a sandbag in front of him, he barely coped.

The auditorium fell silent.

Yu Sheng just stood quietly under the ring, watching without saying a word.

At this time, Zhao Zicheng had already become the target of beating.

The successive taunts and that unrefined little trick made Feng Yong's mood a little irritable. He didn't use the awakening object, and just punched Zhao Zicheng's sandbag until the awakening object dissipated.

Zhao Zicheng reluctantly got up from the wheelchair, but was pushed to the ground by Feng Yong.

"You should admit defeat!"

but...

Zhao Zicheng fell to the ground looking at Feng Yong and smiled.

The hand that had been wrapped in bandages suddenly withdrew, and the wound that had just scabbed on it burst open, including the bones that were still healing themselves, and there was another crisp sound.

but...

There was an unsharp blade between the fingers.

A swipe across Feng Yong's neck.

"You... you lost...."

Some weakly whispered, panting heavily.

Feng Yong stood up in a daze, obviously not reacting yet, lost his mind.

"Ink Academy!"

"Zhao Zicheng!"

"Win!"

Xu Yuanqing's voice echoed continuously from the sky above the venue.

For a long time.

Zhao Zicheng reluctantly put his hands on the wheelchair, supported himself to sit down, and then slowly stood up with the help of the wheelchair.

His whole body was wounded, and he didn't look like a winner in any way.

but...

Following Zhao Zicheng's actions, more than half of the audience stood up.

"remember..."

"My name is Zhao Zicheng."

"Bloody twins, Zhao Zicheng..."

Whispering, Zhao Zicheng slowly closed his eyes, fell on the ring, and passed out.

A number of medical staff rushed up at the first time, surrounded him, checked his injuries, and finally set up the stretcher that had been lying on it for an unknown number of times, and quietly left the field.