glory [rebirth]

During the holidays, Class A's morning exercise usually only lasts half an hour. Mu Qingtong trained too much yesterday, and his muscles were a little sore when he ran today. He thought about going back to take a bath later and apply hot compresses by the way.

Lyle was still very attentive, pulling Mu Qingtong to talk non-stop while eating, Mu Qingtong pretended to casually look around the cafeteria while listening, but found no trace of Lu Sien.

"By the way, have you received the message?" Lyle said.

Mu Qingtong: "What message? I didn't bring a communicator with me when I came out."

"The class meeting of Class A at seven o'clock tonight, just sent, is in Building 6, 312." Lyle read.

"Well, I see..." Mu Qingtong nodded, "Then I'll come to the first floor to find you after I take a shower."

When Mu Qingtong returned to the dormitory, Lu Sien had disappeared, so he had to go downstairs alone to follow Lyle to the destination.

The free fighting arena is an independent venue, and the military academy holds a school-wide event in it every year.Because it is a command military academy, the ratio of male to female students is outrageously unbalanced. In this place where male hormones are over-secreted, this adrenaline-stimulating sport is very popular, and the stadiums are usually full.

When Mu Qingtong and Lyle took off their shoes and went in, Damian was practicing with another class A student. There was a lot of voices in the arena, mixed with screams and roars, and there was a strong smell of sweat. Obvious bloody smell.

Mu Qingtong inexplicably thought of the place where black fists were played, even though the lights were bright and the ground was clean.

"This is the first time you've seen this kind of place?" Lyle asked with a smile.

Mu Qingtong nodded: "Well...it's different from what I imagined, how should I put it...here..."

A student next to him was kicked in the chest by a flying kick and fell directly out of the competition area.

Mu Qingtong: "..."

"It seems that everyone doesn't have the habit of 'stop clicking'." Mu Qingtong watched the student being helped up.

"Yes, there are no taboos here. Generally, you don't slap your face. It doesn't matter in other places. Anyway, you will get injured during training." Damian had already finished a round, and walked towards Mu Qingtong with a towel around his neck. "But basically they will take a little effort. Little Mumu, you can ask Lyle to teach you, this little bastard's moves are so flamboyant..."

Lyle raised his foot and kicked it up: "Who are you calling me little bastard!"

Damian ran out far away clutching his ass, and made a disdainful gesture to Lyle.

Lyle: "Go away!"

Mu Qingtong smiled so that the corners of his eyes were crooked, and he looked at the venue casually. In order to save space, the school did not set up a table to hold the ropes, but just marked a red square area on the field to represent the competition field. Because of this, there are fewer limit.Looking around like this, Mu Qingtong suddenly found Lu Sien standing opposite him.

He's here too?Mu Qingtong couldn't help smiling at him, and even waved to him.

But Lu Sien seemed to nod to him.

Lyle didn't notice the interaction between the two, and said to Mu Qingtong, "Let's go to another place."

Mu Qingtong: "Okay."

"Today is the last day off, so it's more fun and there are many people. It's hard to have a holiday after school starts, especially us, we have half a day off every week." Lyle said as he walked.

The words of Class A were printed on the sleeves of the T-shirts the two of them were wearing, but it was not obvious. If you didn't look closely, you couldn't tell the difference, so the two of them didn't receive any malicious looks along the way.

Free fighting is about free play, so there are no very specific rules, which leads to every fight being extremely fierce, and the ears are filled with muffled sounds of muscle collisions.

Mu Qingtong didn't intend to join them, but just joined in the fun, and by the way, studied which faction the free fighting here is leaning towards. There are also many freshmen standing beside him, and they should have similar ideas with him.

"Hello, classmate, could you help me get this?" A freshman standing next to Mu Qingtong dragged a handful of straw insects, "I want to go to the toilet..."

"Okay." Mu Qingtong agreed, and took it with both hands, "This grasshopper is quite funny, did you make it up?"

The freshman looked a little shy, like a high school student who just graduated, and touched his head in embarrassment: "Yeah."

"Go, I'll wait for you here." Mu Qingtong said.

"Thank you."

"What is this?" Lyle seemed to be seeing this kind of thing for the first time, and felt that it was very novel, so he took a look at the little grasshopper's leg.

"Small insects made of straw, I often saw them when I was a child, but I didn't expect people to know them now." Mu Qingtong said.

The two students in the competition area just finished fighting and exited the field, and the flow of people beside them began to commotion.

"It's interesting..." Lyle carefully studied the weaving pattern of this little thing, but didn't find any breakthrough, so he had to give up.

Mu Qingtong smiled and was about to answer, but suddenly there was a strong impact force from behind, and it was too late to get out of the way. After stabilizing his foot and barely standing still, the small insects in his hand were knocked out and scattered on the ground. within the competition area.

"What are you doing!" Lyle asked the student who bumped into Mu Qingtong with staring eyes.

Mu Qingtong turned his head and took a look. He was hit hard just now, and his waist began to hurt. The other party's elbow should have hit his third vertebra. He rubbed the bumped place and said nothing. Without saying anything, he silently took two steps and bent over to pick up the small insects.

"Little Mumu, come out!" Damian who arrived here at some point suddenly squeezed out from the crowd and shouted.

However, before Mu Qingtong could answer, he heard the students surrounding the venue howl suddenly, alarm bells were ringing in his heart, and he had a bad premonition...

Lyle also realized that something was wrong, and the people around seemed to be overly excited.

Mu Qingtong picked up a praying mantis and raised his head, looking around suspiciously. There was already a student who was about the same size as Lyle standing in front of him. He took off his shirt to reveal his muscular body, and he didn't look like a student of a lower grade.

There was a lot of people around, screaming, whistling, and waving their arms to Mu Qingtong and another student who were surrounded in the competition area.

"Get him down, Xie Yuan!" Someone shouted.

The strong sound waves made Mu Qingtong's scalp tingle, and his chest also produced a strange resonance. All the students were as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

This scene is no different from the black boxing arena.

Mu Qingtong took a deep breath, settled his mind, and said slowly: "Sorry, senior, I didn't come up to fight you, I just came to pick up...this."

He waved the praying mantis in his hand.

Obviously the other party ignored his words, and raised the corner of his mouth as if mocking him for not knowing the rules. Sure enough, there was a burst of boos from below, and the voice of cursing Class A was particularly harsh.

Mu Qingtong turned around and asked Damian what was going on with his eyes.

The voice was so noisy that he could barely hear Damian's voice, and he could only discern what he said roughly through his mouth movements——

"The rule is that standing up is equal to accepting the challenge."

It seems that he has been tricked——Mu Qingtong glanced at the freshman who made straw insects for him was watching him not far away, with a gloating expression on his face, when suddenly the man's collar was grabbed from behind and pulled out. the crowd.

The current situation was too chaotic, Mu Qingtong didn't see clearly what happened, and he didn't have time to worry too much.

Are the students of Class A really so conflicted with other students?In the first two days since he came here, he has inexplicably been tricked twice...

Mu Qingtong sighed helplessly. Even though he has no sense of belonging to this place, he is still a member of Class A and has no choice but to fight.

But looking at the opponent's body shape, with his current physical condition, he will definitely lose...

It's hard to ride a tiger.

"Qingtong..." Lyle called out his name from the audience, and wanted to go up to make a rescue, but was stopped by Damian—there was no intention of looking for death by shrinking back in this situation.

Mu Qingtong rubbed the place where he had just been beaten, and then threw the mantis on the ground.

"Qingtong, go on!" Damian threw him a glove.

This pair of gloves looked a little smaller than the other party's. Mu Qingtong stretched his hands in to feel the thickness, and then he understood the glove, nodded to Damian, and gestured to indicate that there was no problem.After he put on the gloves, the surrounding shouts were pushed to a climax.

"Xie Yuan—! Xie Yuan—!" The audience frantically shouted the names of the contestants.

Damian gestured a few times, and he was surrounded by students from Class A with bad eyes.After a while, Damian also shouted: "Qingtong—! Qingtong—!"

Even though there were fewer people, the thick voice from the chest was not inferior to the other side at all.

Mu Qingtong closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths, raised her right hand to show that she was ready, and immediately the surrounding atmosphere reached its peak.

It's been a long time since he's had a hand-to-hand fight with anyone, Mu Qingtong is already raw, and he's neglected to practice since he came here.He will definitely not be able to beat the opponent with all his strength, he can only rely on experience and skills... But the opponent is not necessarily a novice, wearing gloves cannot observe the details of his hands, Mu Qingtong can only silently pray that his luck will be better.

After adjusting his posture, Mu Qingtong nodded to Xie Yuan, took a step forward with his left foot, and made an attacking posture.

Xie Yuan seized the opportunity from the beginning of the match and punched Mu Qingtong in the face with a straight punch.

Fuck, didn't you say you don't want to slap your face?Mu Qingtong cursed inwardly, shifted her body's center of gravity by stepping on the ground with her front foot, and then quickly slid her back foot to avoid the attack. Xie Yuan had already taken advantage of this gap to jump up, twisted his body to the left, and raised his right knee to his chest He kicked out.

This kick was so fast and fierce that Mu Qingtong couldn't dodge it at all, so he simply punched Xie Yuan's cartilaginous disc sideways.After the weak part was attacked vigorously, most of Xie Yuan's attack power was removed, and his whole leg was sore.

Even so, Mu Qingtong didn't feel very well. His left shoulder was kicked directly. Although the bones were fine, the muscle damage was unavoidable, and even his left arm was a little weak.

"Xie Yuan—! Xie Yuan—!"

"Qingtong—! Qingtong—!"

In recent years, there have been few fights between Class A and ordinary classes directly through games, so more and more people came running over, the small venue was surrounded by water, and the cheering and cheering became louder and louder, which made people feel nervous. Adrenaline rush.

But Mu Qingtong had no time to take care of the surrounding situation, he leaned over from Xie Yuan's crotch to get behind him, jumped up and hugged his neck, preparing to lock his throat.

Unexpectedly, the size difference between the two was too great. Xie Yuan directly grabbed Mu Qingtong's elbow and pulled it straight down. The other hand clasped Mu Qingtong's shoulder in turn. With a low growl, his waist sank rapidly. With a standard judo over-the-shoulder throw, Mu Qingtong was slammed to the ground.

"Hmm..." The ground was only covered with a thin layer of rubber. When Mu Qingtong's back hit the ground, his spine felt like it was about to break. The huge momentum made him feel like he was about to spit out his internal organs.

"Xie Yuan—! Xie Yuan—! Xie Yuan—!" Shouts came one after another, and Mu Qingtong's eyes were red. After a two-second delay, she suppressed her discomfort and stood up.

"Qingtong—! Qingtong—! Qingtong—!"

The moment he stood up straight, the voice of class A overwhelmed the others, and Mu Qingtong clenched his fists tightly, ready for the next round of fighting.

Xie Yuan's eyes were full of murderous intent, and the whites of his eyes were already covered with bloodshot eyes. This time, he still took the initiative and kicked Mu Qingtong's arm with a side kick. The latter raised his arm to block it, and then raised his knee He kicked upwards violently, but the opponent anticipated the offensive strategy and dodged sideways.

After the test was over, Xie Yuan suddenly slid a step back, jumped up with a backflip, and smashed his knee hard towards Mu Qingtong's chin.

This move was too fast, and Mu Qingtong knew that he had to use his strength to fight, but his body couldn't keep up with the rhythm of his brain. In an instant, the sharp and numb pain burst from his neck to the top of his head, and he staggered back several times. But he still couldn't stand still, his head was buzzing, and he fell to the ground dizzily, with a faint smell of blood spreading from his mouth.

This kick seemed to make him have a slight tinnitus, Mu Qingtong shook his head, the surrounding sounds seemed to be getting quieter...

Xie Yuan's attacks were almost all concentrated on his legs. Since he didn't have protective gear, the lethality was several times greater than that of his fists. He obviously didn't want Mu Qingtong to have a hard time.

Mu Qingtong swallowed the blood in her mouth, and after a few seconds, she stood up again.

"Qingtong—! Qingtong—! Qingtong—!"

This time Mu Qingtong took the initiative, his body was more flexible than Xie Yuan's, but when he charged forward, Xie Yuan had already raised his foot to block.As Mu Qingtong had expected, his waist sank back, and he let go of most of his strength. His left hand blocked his calf, and his right fist hit his inner thigh viciously.

Immediately after Mu Qingtong followed this force, leaned forward with his right foot, inserted his arm straight into Xie Yuan's crotch, and hugged him hard, his whole body sank and twisted to the left, at the same time Xie Yuan also hit Mu Qingtong's back with his elbow. waist, making him almost spit out the blood from his mouth.

Mu Qingtong concentrated all his strength on his right shoulder, and hit Xie Yuan's thigh. The two of them fell to the ground at the same time, but Mu Qingtong didn't give Xie Yuan a chance to breathe. He grabbed his neck and pointed at his temple. punch.

"Ah!" Just like Xie Yuan, Mu Qingtong's moves are also fierce, with great close-range lethality.In addition, the peak of his glove was very thin, the corner of Xie Yuan's eye was torn open with a punch, and a string of blood burst out.

But Mu Qingtong is small in stature after all, and Xie Yuan couldn't hold down Xie Yuan with the weight of his whole body. After being punched, the latter immediately resisted, raised his arms around Mu Qingtong's neck, and made a twist. situation.Mu Qingtong punched him in the ribs, and the two wrestled on the ground for a long time, punching to the flesh, the former gradually lost the advantage of suppression.

Suddenly Xie Yuan pushed Mu Qingtong up. Seeing that something was wrong, Mu Qingtong immediately got up and took a few steps back to get out of the way.

Both of them were already covered with scars, Mu Qingtong was mostly injured internally, with blood on his lips, while Xie Yuan looked even worse, blood from the corners of his eyes had already flowed all over his face.

Such a scene made the audience even more excited, and Mu Qingtong felt that his tinnitus was getting worse.

"Little bitch from Class A." Xie Yuan licked the dripping blood, raised his head and said provocatively.

Mu Qingtong saw his mouth shape clearly, gave a "tch", raised his hand and bit the fitting part of the glove with his teeth, pulled it off, then smiled and extended the middle finger of his right hand to Xie Yuan, raised his eyebrows and nodded as a signal , slowly put the glove back on.

This action is like a drop of water falling into a boiling oil pan, and it explodes instantly.

Xie Yuan and Mu Qingtong rushed towards each other at the same time, the burst of power at the moment of attack made them roar unavoidably, just like ancient Spartan warriors.

Sweeping legs, kicking back, flying knees, locking necks, strangling with legs entangled... No one timed, let alone scored, this was just a brawl in the name of sparring.

Mu Qingtong and Xie Yuan fought hand-to-hand. They were constantly being hit in the abdomen, under the ribs, and at the base of their legs. The excessive adrenaline made them temporarily lose the pain, and the small wounds were constantly being torn. There are blood splashes all the way down.

The muffled sound of physical collision made the audience excited, and the internal organs seemed to be displaced by this huge momentum. Mu Qingtong could no longer hear the sound of the outside world at all. Human's warlike genes were fully displayed at this moment, revealing the bestiality Let the two of them only fight, fight, fight!

Suddenly Xie Yuan flew up into the air, grabbed Mu Qingtong's head, and slammed his right knee into his chest. Mu Qingtong screamed and fell to the ground, his arms were trembling on the ground, as if he wanted to get up again, but his eyes were dark One piece, the limbs also temporarily lost consciousness.

Xie Yuan's vision was completely blurred by blood, and his eyes were all red, which was extremely ferocious. He gasped heavily and raised his right hand high to declare victory.

This seemingly disparate match in strength, thought it would end soon after the start, but Mu Qingtong reversed it like crazy. Even though he was almost at a disadvantage in the fight, Xie Yuan didn't take much advantage of it.

Even Lyle, who had the best relationship with Mu Qingtong, was surprised—is this really the little rabbit who usually loves toffee?

"Qingtong, Qingtong!" Lyle broke through the crowd and rushed over to hug Mu Qingtong, patted his face, and Damian followed closely to check his injuries.

After a while, Mu Qingtong recovered a little bit of sanity and coughed twice. The feeling of being held by Lyle was quite strange, which made him involuntarily contact Lynn again.

Mu Qingtong lowered her head and whispered, "Sorry, I..."

"It's okay, go to the school hospital first," Damian interrupted him, cursing, "Fucking sons of bitches, let the senior beat you and the freshman, you're still an intelligence student, fuck... dare People who engage in Class A like this, just wait."

Mu Qingtong closed her eyes, even though she felt very awkward, she didn't have the strength to struggle to get down.

The crowd was always in commotion, and the other students were not excited by the victory of the fight. Xie Yuan took the towel handed over by his classmate, wiped the blood on his face, hung it around his neck, said hello, and then prepared leave here.

However, someone grabbed his towel violently, tightening his neck so hard that his breathing was suddenly cut off.

Immediately behind Xie Yuan came a deep and gloomy voice——

"Did I let you go?"