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On the lawn, the students whispered and spread out in groups, leaving a circle in the middle. The somewhat withered lawn was covered with many beautiful yellow leaves. Ke Xia stood there with his sleeves rolled up, and his figure was straight. Obviously wearing a very ordinary linen white shirt, his condescending cold gaze and haughty demeanor make people think that he is like a nobleman who is challenged in an old-fashioned duel.

Senior Witt took off his school uniform jacket and said with a smile: "It seems that junior Xia Ke is very confident, so I will accompany him to do a few tricks. Our school's infirmary is very advanced, and the general problem of broken hands and feet is not easy. Big, skin bleeding can be cured immediately, so you don't have to be too cautious."

Ke Xia said lightly: "Senior said so much, is he trying to cover up his nervousness?"

With a cold snort on Witt's face, he threw off his coat, and stepped forward to punch straight, full of strength with the sound of the wind, directly hitting Ke Xia's beautiful face. He was born in a military family and was trained by his father and brother since he was a child. , already very confident in this aspect, he has long been displeased with this so-called No.1.

It must be a very happy thing to smash this woman-like face with a punch, let his nose bleed and tears fly, and kneel down to beg for mercy.

Ke Xiali dodged neatly and beautifully, and then made a side palm with his backhand, cutting sharply at Witt's Adam's apple. Witt flexibly dodged sideways, but a powerful long leg had already kicked him with the wind, firmly The ground kicked him in the crook of the leg, as if it had been waiting for him there.

He jumped down on one knee, and there was a sharp pain in his kneecap, but it seemed to outsiders that he, the senior, was kicked to his knees by his junior just after the opening scene. There was a burst of laughter from the surrounding students, and he secretly Annoyed, he quickly fell down with his whole body, dodged Ke Xia's elbow from top to bottom, rolled on the spot and straightened himself up, put away his carelessness, gritted his teeth and punched again.

If at the beginning he still had some rashness caused by contempt, but now he is [-]% serious. Shao Jun calmly watched the battle from the sidelines—after all, as a robot, he is not good at interfering with the little master. It's decided, but this Senior Witt, whose height and weight are far superior to Ke Xia, has obviously received quite strict training, the pain will not affect him too much, and he has quite a lot of fighting experience. Although this fighting experience, in Shao Jun's view, is the same as his previous fights in the fight club with those rich people who spend money looking for excitement, they are all beautiful and impractical skills, but it is enough to suppress Ke Xia's useless A three-legged cat with actual combat experience.

That is to say, Ke Xia has learned some military boxing with him these days, and has done a lot of basic quality exercises, so that he can fight him back and forth. In Shao Jun's eyes, their fight is the same as puberty. The juvenile's unstructured fights were nothing more than the students, and it was impossible for the students to really fight to the death, because of the relationship between physical strength and actual combat experience, if this fight continued, Ke Xia would probably lose.

What can I do, this child is so arrogant, it's really embarrassing, will he even refuse to read books, Shao Jun frowned slightly.Sure enough, Ke Xia couldn't dodge in the end, and was punched in the face, with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. Many girls in the crowd were overwhelmed by the handsome boy's appearance, and they all screamed, Ke Xia After wiping off the blood, a trace of violence flashed in his eyes. With a backhand blow, the side palm directly cut off the eyes on Witt's face. The eyes are too precise, and no matter how simulated a biological prosthetic eye is, it cannot replace human eyes. If this palm is struck firmly, the opponent will never forget the price of provoking him for the rest of his life.

However, when he raised his eyes, he saw the robot who taught him quietly looking at him, with deeply frowned eyebrows and deep eyes. He was very recognizable in the crowd, standing there silently as if watching him practice on weekdays.

"To learn this thing, you have to remember two words, restraint."

"Before doing it, think twice, whether the other party must die, and whether you can bear the consequences of the other party's death."

He dismissed what the robot said when he was teaching him military boxing, but at this moment it suddenly popped up inappropriately. At that moment, he changed his palm into a fist, the fist was slightly heavy, and the fist hit Wei Wei heavily. Special bridge of the nose.

This punch was so heavy that even the onlookers could hear a clear click. Witt kicked back, the bridge of his nose collapsed, and his nose was bleeding profusely. He rushed forward with both fists, but this time he looked like a wounded and violent bear. Every punch seemed to carry wind, approaching Ke Xia again and again. He has been practicing with weights since he was a child, and his physical strength and explosiveness are far superior to Ke Xia. In this way, Ke Xia gradually began to lose the wind, he could only dodge again and again, his physical strength was gradually exhausted, and the shirt on the vest was completely soaked in sweat.

If this goes on like this, he will lose, this thought rose in Ke Xia's mind, and a huge sense of shame rose, he gritted his teeth, no!How could he admit defeat!Violence rose again in his eyes. He looked at Witt, as if he saw those who persecuted him. At this moment, the whole world is his enemy, and the loud shouts are like huge waves, making him feel hatred The fire in the fire rose up, almost burning his whole body, and the scalding blood was clamoring in his veins: kill him!kill him!

He clenched his fists, Shen shoulders dodged the opponent's punch again, turned his hand and put his hand on the opponent's arm, and used his strength to turn over!A nice over the shoulder throw!Throw Witt's tall and heavy body over!Amidst the uproar and applause of the crowd, Witt's body slid all the way along the lawn, grass clippings and fallen leaves were flying, it seemed to be a fall that had the upper hand, although it looked good, but it was useless. His physical fitness is too strong, he will stand up again, and then continue to entangle endlessly, Ke Xia analyzed calmly and disgustedly, only one hit kills to end this fight.

His knees were already pressed up immediately, and the other hand was placed on the cervical spine of Witt, who was turning over in a panic, like lightning.Just a pinch against the cervical spine can end this tiresome struggle like a stray dog.

However, a voice came in at this moment: "Okay! Stop it, everyone!" Accompanied by the voice, a burly man suddenly appeared between the two of them, and with his hands lightly parted, he easily separated the trembling two of them .

This big man was very burly and had red hair, but his movements were exceptionally light. The two of them didn't even realize when this man was sneaking in.

The big man separated them, and after seeing that they all stopped, he stepped back and stood behind an old man.

The old man was also quite tall, with white beard and hair, but his eyes were as sharp as eagle eyes. He said in a deep voice, "Report your name."

Witt wiped the blood from his nose with one hand, stood up a little reluctantly and said: "Wittbeer, class one, grade 14, we competed under the witness of everyone, Professor Ross."

Professor Ross looked at Ke Xia, Ke Xia stood up, his chest was still heaving violently, and his body was obviously in pain, but his waist was still straight: "Xia Ke, class one, grade 12, I'm invited by the senior to gamble."

Professor Ross nodded: "There is no need to compare, you win, he loses."

Witt opened his eyes and said in disbelief: "Professor! We haven't finished the fight yet! He's exhausted and will lose soon!"

Ross sneered, looked up, stretched out his hand and tapped on his wrist, and saw that the nearby screen that was originally playing the introduction of the Mecha Club suddenly flashed and cut into another holographic video, but it was just now that they started to gamble. screen.

Ke Xia was on the sidelines as a third party, and found that he did look much thinner than Witt, almost relying on skill to fight. He secretly felt ruthless, and decided to increase strength training, but Professor Ross suddenly pressed pause. Slowed down and said: "Look here, he could have crushed your Adam's apple, but he just opened your jaw."

Witt looked at the slow motion above, a little unconvinced, but Ross did not stop, continued to play, and then paused again:

"Here, he lifts up on his knee, and instead of hitting your crotch hard, he kneels on your leg instead."

"And here, he could have slashed your eyes with his palm, but in the end he only hit the bridge of your nose instead."

He glanced at Witt's nose, and said meaningfully: "It is difficult to repair the eyes, but the bridge of the nose can be repaired as perfect as before."

"He punches with life-threatening punches. Since you are just a classmate and not a mortal enemy, you are merciful everywhere, but you are at a disadvantage."

Witt lost his temper a bit, but he still refused to accept it and said: "Professor, we are going to the Mecha club, Mecha! It's about physical strength and mental strength. His physical strength is not as good as mine. Is there something wrong?"

Ross nodded and said: "Yes, it's a mecha, but you forgot, his mental power is far better than yours, and the control of the mecha will only be more accurate than yours. If you were fighting in the mecha just now, he wouldn't worry about it." It will kill you, but within 1 minute, it can penetrate the weak part of your mech and win."

Witt said, Ross said: "In a mecha, mental strength is more useful than physical strength. Similarly, his fighting skills are more efficient and practical than yours. In terms of age, his physical development is slower than yours. Age He is younger than you, and his physical strength still has room for improvement, so I judge him to win, do you have any objections?"

Witt bowed his head and said nothing, apparently acquiescing to lose, it was Ruth who stepped forward to support him and said, "Thank you for the professor's judgment, let's let them go down to treat the injuries first, this time I didn't organize well, I will go to the professor tomorrow The office is punished."

Ross glanced at Ruth lightly: "Is your father Bruce?"

Ruth smiled: "Yes, Professor Ross knows my father?"

Ross chuckled and said mockingly, "In terms of teasing people's hearts and playing tricks, you have won the true biography of Marshal Bruce."

Ruth blushed instantly, and tears filled her eyes, but Professor Ross ignored it and glanced at Ke Xia: "Is that Sha Ke? You come to my gym every Saturday, and I will guide you in gymnastics." .”

After speaking, he didn't stay any longer, and led the big red-haired man behind him through the crowd and walked slowly.

It wasn't until they left the crowd of students watching and walked into a quiet small building that the big red-haired man spoke: "The professor wants to take in students?"

Luo Si shook his head and glanced at the leaves falling from the tree: "That kid is too hostile to learn from me. I'm just afraid that he will kill people. His mental strength is too high and his talent is extremely high. If he kills indiscriminately Get up, I don’t know who can restrain him, he will definitely go to the heights of the alliance, once such a violent mental power breaks out, I don’t know what will become of the alliance. He has tried his best to restrain himself today, and I still feel it His raging killing intent can only be approached to him, if he can find the person he cares about, or someone and things he can restrain, there is probably a little hope."

The red-haired man said: "Didn't Ms. Irene say that he has a benevolent heart?"

"She got it wrong." Rose sighed, "That's a killing god. His mental power is full of killing and rage. It's too late. He's already in Bruce's eyes. We're too late."

The red-haired man comforted him: "On the battlefield, without a bit of murderous intent and ruthlessness, there is no way to survive to the end. In troubled times, you can't force people who are too benevolent and kind to sit at the top."

Ross shook his head: "The alliance is rotten...there is another crazy beast on the side of the empire, the old one is too old, the young one..."

Ross didn't say anything more, only a sigh remained in the autumn wind.