[Future] The counterattack of waste wood

There is still an hour before the counterattack, Yang Jing is sitting in the waiting room, saying that he is not nervous is a lie, he has repeatedly drawn up countless battle plans in his heart, but before confronting Yang Duan, everything is empty talk .

There was a knock on the door, and Yang Jing opened the door accompanied by the screams. Wu Baichen, Luo Yu, Qi Shi, and Qin Xinyi were standing outside the door. There were also some passers-by who saw the door open. and looked inside curiously.

Wu Baichen was the first to squeeze in, his voice was loud, and he was about to say something when he raised his head and suddenly saw Zhang Qi who was sitting inside, his voice seemed to be choked, and he immediately became at a loss, and at the same time, he was aware of the situation in the lounge. Originally there were only Zhang Qi and Yang Jing, but I felt a little embarrassed to disturb something.

Like Wu Baichen, Luo Yu is also a girl with a sensitive mind. She always feels that the lounge is filled with an ambiguous atmosphere. Her fair cheeks are filled with a faint pink color, and she doesn't even know where to place her eyes.

Qin Xinyi and Qi Shi didn't think about it so much, they also guessed that Zhang Qi would be there, so they naturally greeted each other as they walked in.

The door of the lounge was closed, blocking the curious eyes from outside.

Qin Xin also saw that Zhang Qi had nothing to say. As the leader of the elite regiment, this counterattack was somewhat related to the reputation of their regiment, so he told Yang Jing a few words about Yang Duan, "Yang Duan's thunder power is very important. , is far from being comparable to his sister Yang Yi, so don't underestimate the enemy, he is also very good at close combat, so be careful."

As the captain of the team, Qi Shi knew Yang Jing better than Qin Xinyi. He added: "Your ability is quite special, it's best to catch him by surprise. If you can make him unable to move, that's the best."

Several people spoke eloquently, but they did not force Yang Jing to win. In the end, Qin Xin patted Yang Jing on the shoulder and encouraged him: "Do what you can, don't force it."

The rest nodded in agreement. In fact, they didn't have the confidence that Yang Jing would win in their hearts. Like other people outside, they thought that Yang Jing's challenge to Yang Duan was like a gnat shaking a tree. But as Yang Jing's friends, they would not say it outright. Encourage him silently.

On the contrary, in the rest room on the other side, Father Yang concealed his anger and gave an order, "You must give me a good lesson on that bastard. If you think you have some skills, you don't know how high the sky is."

"Yes." Yang Duan was respectful, but his chin was raised high, obviously full of confidence.

Similar words, Shen Ru had already told Yang Duan last night that it would be difficult to say anything in front of her husband, but she added fuel to the fire: "Jing'er is your elder brother after all, you... show mercy."

Yang Duan also knew what his mother meant, so he pretended to say yes, "I'll let my elder brother, and I won't let him lose too badly."

"Leave what?" Yang Ting roared, "You can fight as you want, let him see the gap between the two of you."

Yang Yi stood in a corner of the lounge without saying a word, her eyes were like burning fire, she kept looking at her brother, she was afraid that if she opened her mouth, she would break the illusion of being gentle and pleasant in her father's heart, so she could only convey it through her eyes. What she meant, Shen Ru understood her daughter, reached out and patted her on the shoulder, and smiled "Don't worry".

The sound of entering the arena sounded outside, Yang Jing stood up from the chair, Wu Baichen looked more nervous than him, and kept saying, "Come on, come on!"

Zhang Qi stood up almost at the same time as him, standing next to him, the two of them were very close, their heads were almost touching, Yang Jing didn't go out immediately, but took a look at Zhang Qi, Zhang Qi grabbed Yang Jing hand, Yang Jing felt a warmth that seemed to be transmitted with strength, and a deep voice followed slowly, "Just work hard, don't be too reluctant."

Yang Jing nodded, straightened his waist and walked out.

The counterattack changed to the No. 1 venue, which occupies the largest area. The venue is full of people. Yang Jing walked forward unhurriedly, feeling the eyes of others. At this moment, he felt a buzzing in his ears, and the outside world The voice seemed to come from another world.

Yang Duan looked at his titular elder brother from a distance, and saw that he was wearing a black combat uniform, with a tall and straight figure and a dignified appearance. The distance between the two was a bit far away. Yang Duan couldn't see Yang Jing's expression clearly, but he always felt that the person opposite him He was so strange, he was totally different from the big brother in his memory, completely different from what he had imagined, which made him slightly astonished.

Yang Jing's feeling at this time is slightly similar to Yang Duan's. Although he doesn't like the members of the Yang family, it seems that he has never really met Yang Duan face to face. At this moment, he forgot why he wanted to kill Yang Duan. The majestic thought only regards the person opposite as a very ordinary opponent.

The scene became very quiet, and the audience secretly observed the turmoil of the brothers.

"Brother, why do you want to humiliate yourself?" Yang Duan's cold voice sounded, only Yang Jing and the referee who were close could hear it clearly.

In an instant, any serious atmosphere disappeared, Yang Jing suddenly wanted to laugh, Yang Duan was indeed the son of Yang Ting and Shen Ru, just like the Yang family, the moment he opened his mouth, the hatred was well established.

Yang Jing really laughed, "It's hard to say who is taking the shame."

Yang Duan also laughed hahaha, and saw the corners of his lips curled up, "Big brother, big brother!"

The audience only saw the two laughing, but couldn't hear what they said. On the surface, the atmosphere was very good, so everyone couldn't help but speculate whether the relationship between the two was good or bad.

The referee wiped his sweat without any trace, and couldn't help coughing to remind the two, "If there is nothing else to say, the game is about to start."

"Okay!" The two said in unison.

The referee issued a signal, and the counterattack officially began. Everyone held their breath, wanting to see who would strike first and gain the upper hand.

The two drew their weapons at the same time, Yang Jing was naturally the sword of the underworld spirit, and Yang Duan was actually a long black sword, with a cold light in the sun, it looked like nothing ordinary, it was extremely sharp.

Yang Duan rushed up with his sword, Yang Jing ran in the opposite direction of course, the audience couldn't help sighing when they saw this, and some even booed, they only saw the surface and thought that Yang Jing was afraid, and at the same time, there was a panic in their hearts. Since the idea of ​​"overreaching oneself" cannot be defeated, why challenge it?

Yang Jing's retreat was originally a plan he had drawn up in advance, at least he had to measure Yang Duan's strength before making further plans, but it has to be said that when the signal to start sounded, the dangerous aura that rushed to his face made him feel hairy Standing upright, the body reacted first, my mind went blank, I forgot all the plans, and my whole body seemed to be pierced by countless fine needles.

Yang Duan's speed is very fast, seeing that he is approaching a little bit, he can't feel the difference between him and Yang Yi just by hearing others say, only by personal experience can he deeply understand the difference between the two.

Yang Jing first ordered himself a Qi Refining God that could continuously heal injuries. Even though he was still intact, his subconscious mind told him that Yang Duan was very dangerous. If the two of them met, they would definitely be injured. At this moment, Yang Duan was already Approaching, Sen Leng's long sword was raised high, and the sword energy pierced the top of Yang Jing's head as if it had substance, as if it had been peeled off.

The long sword was close at hand, Yang Jing waved the sword to block, a sharp sound of gold and iron intersecting sounded, which made Yang Jing's ears buzzing, his teeth were sore, Yang Duan was not much better, seeing his brows tightened Wrinkled, pouted his nose and bared his teeth.

The audience was simply boiling. Although Yang Jingyi's escape made the battle somewhat discounted, it is undeniable that this was a fast-paced battle. It was only a minute or so before the signal to start. It seemed that the long bell rang Still echoing across the spacious grounds.

Yang Duan quickly returned to his expressionless face. Seeing that the blow was impossible, he quickly withdrew his momentum, changed direction, and slashed diagonally.

Yang Jing was in a passive position. He barely dodged the blow just now, but this time he was half a beat too late, and only had time to sway back. The black long sword slashed across his right arm, and the thorn still remained by his ear. After the lingering sound, bright red blood flowed out, the flesh on both sides turned outwards, and the wound was very hideous. Yang Jing suddenly felt a burning pain in the entire right shoulder.

There were bursts of applause from the audience.

At this moment, Yang Ting completely forgot that Yang Jing was also his son, and he didn't feel any distress at all, only the joy of teaching Yang Jing a lesson.

Compared to him, Shen Ru and Yang Yi wanted to look up to the sky and laugh out loud, and they no longer concealed it. The gloating gloating on their faces could not help cheering Yang Duan up in a low voice.

The injury on Yang Jing's arm changed from numbness at the beginning to severe pain, and now it has turned into intermittent light pain. He is glad that he used Qi Refining and Transforming God in advance. Under the powerful recovery power of this spell, Yang Jing's wound was slowly recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, the bleeding stopped in a blink of an eye, and then the flesh on both sides seemed to be slowly closing.

This scene was only seen by Yang Duan who was closest to him. Yang Duan's bright smile froze on his face, and he frowned at that moment. He was extremely astonished and retreated instinctively, instead of taking advantage of the victory to pursue.

When the audience saw this, they didn't know why, some sighed and some hissed.

Shen Ru's complexion was a little ugly, and she could only sigh to the people around her, "Duan'er is just too soft-hearted."

Thanks to Yang Duan's suspicious temperament, Yang Jing had time to breathe, he quickly backed away, and the two of them opened up again. When Yang Jing stood still, the wound on his arm had healed, and a pink scar protruded slightly from the skin , only the torn clothes and the blood stains on them proved that there had been injuries there before.

Yang Jing let out a strange laugh, and the two returned to their original state.