I'm just a Buddhist player

The simulated duel arena of the Combat Department is the only place in the highest academy in the imperial capital where students can duel, and there are real instructors in charge.The school's teaching philosophy is based on unity. Except for the simulation mode of the special doomsday survival class, simulated duel behavior between students is not encouraged.

Dueling is different from sparring, the former carries extreme blood-stained emotions, while the latter is the way to make progress together.

Students generally rarely enter the duel simulation arena, not only because once they enter, they will be added to their school records, but more importantly, the pain reduction degree of the duel simulation arena reaches 100%!

The real experience of death will bring immeasurable psychological shadows to people.In the future, even if I accidentally meet the person who caused my death, I can't help but feel resentment or timidity.

Of course, these are not a problem for a person who has actually died.

"Banhua, come on!" Xu Miaomiao held Yi Lanqing's shoulders tightly, with a painful and resolute expression, "You are the first boy I become a brother, and I know that you don't hit women. No matter what, I will definitely say goodbye to Meng Yani Launch a challenge, for you, but also for our group!"

Bai Mengsu already had tears in his eyes, and stepped forward to hug Yi Lanqing, so sad that he couldn't speak.

"Student, it's your turn to play." The instructor looked at the not-so-strong boy in front of him, with regret in his eyes.

The students from the Department of Literature and the top students from the Combat Department had a duel. Before the competition even started, it seemed that there was already a certain number.

What does the literature department study all day long?

Language, theory, philosophy, religion.

What does the Combat Department learn all day long?

Weapons, fighting, stamina, stamina.

It is obvious who wins and who loses.

It was supposed to be a lunch break, but a large number of students flooded into the arena. Yi Lanqing saw his classmates. The girls all had red eyes, sitting firmly among the students of the combat department, facing the direction where they were. call.

"Ban Hua will win!"

"You don't need to thank me." Meng Yani was on the other side, shaking the optical brain on her wrist, she couldn't hide her proud expression, "Let everyone witness together, lest you go back on your word."

The corners of Yi Lanqing's lips curled slightly, and he followed the instructor to sit on the holographic data transmission chair, and let the instructor stick some induction magnetic plates on his body.

There is a huge screen in the middle, and the boy with a contemptuous face on the opposite side shakes his fist at Yi Lanqing from a distance.

Dogs that bark more fiercely are weaker. This has been true since ancient times.

The two instructors looked at each other and raised their hands to signal that they were ready.

Yi Lanqing closed her eyes, her consciousness sank, there was a vast darkness in front of her eyes, and the strong sense of weightlessness made her very uncomfortable.

"Name: Chu Qingge, major: Department of Chinese Language and Literature, student number: 5751. Please check whether the identity information is correct."

"Correct." Yi Lanqing's left hand trembled slightly.This was the feeling of falling off a cliff when I died in my previous life.

The darkness in front of my eyes dissipated, and blue light suddenly lit up all around, as if I was in a huge passage, and I was just an insignificant point in the blue torrent.

"Transfer complete."

Accompanied by the sound of the machine, Yi Lanqing's feet fell hard, and the strong dizziness made people unable to stand.

On the big screen, a boy from the Department of Literature held his forehead and frowned.The combat department students landed steadily and began to warm up.

Due to the possibility of going to the space station in the future, the students of the Combat Department have long been accustomed to the weightless environment, and the vestibular function training has made the students of the Combat Department less dizzy and uncomfortable.

"You are from the Department of Literature, I allow you to choose the model first." The boy looked up arrogantly, "Otherwise, you might not be able to hold on for a minute under my command."

Yi Lanqing was not pretentious, and directly chose the "cold weapon" module.

Laser guns can't be used by themselves, and pure hand-to-hand combat has no advantage in strength. Cold weapons are definitely the best choice.

A row of virtual weapon racks are displayed behind the two, including spears, spears, whips, knives, swords, hooks, and even small guns.

Yi Lanqing chose the sword without hesitation. Although he had learned a lot in his previous life, he was best at using the sword.

The king of a hundred soldiers is the most honorable and honorable, respected by humans and gods!

When the boy saw Yi Lanqing's choice, he sneered and took out a knife from the weapon rack.

"If you're smarter, choose a bow and arrow, maybe you can still hurt me." The boy waved his hand, and the weapon rack disappeared out of thin air. "You are a weakling who chooses a sword? Do you know how to use it?"

According to common sense, the boy's doubts are not false at all. In this era, there are very few people who play cold weapons, and even fewer people really know how to use them. Students of the Department of Literature, it can be said that they should know nothing about cold weapons.

Unless you have the strength and connections in your family, you can afford to hire professionals to teach, but the price will be quite high.

Yi Lanqing held the hilt of the sword, feeling a sense of intimacy welling up from the bottom of her heart.Get rid of those fancy guns, or the sword in hand, which can bring a sense of security.

"Hold your sword well." The boy gave a sneering grin, holding the knife in one hand, and charged straight at Yi Lanqing, slashing straight down.

The quiet dripping water in the auditorium can be heard, and hundreds of pairs of eyes are staring straight at the big screen.

Impulsive, rough.Yi Lanqing silently made a conclusion, and easily dodged sideways.

Missing the first blow, the boy raised the knife and slashed again, Yi Lanqing flashed past as if walking leisurely, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

The sword skills are vulgar, I practiced better than you when I was seven years old.

After more than a dozen blows with the saber fell in vain, the boy gritted his teeth, stared wide-eyed, let out a roar, and swung the saber straight at Yi Lanqing's neck.

I saw Yi Lanqing leaning back, hitting the ground with his sword, turning over in the air, standing firmly three steps away from the boy, with a faint smile in the corner of his eyes, and holding a beautiful sword flower.

"You..." The boy had exhausted a lot of energy, and seeing Yi Lanqing's ease, he felt bad.

"It's up to me." Yi Lanqing pointed his toes, his figure was as light as a flying swallow, and when he approached the boy, his wrist twirled lightly, the sword light flashed coldly, and the sword light turned into an arc in mid-air, and the sound of the singing seemed to be broken everything.

Everyone watching the screen couldn't help holding their breath, they didn't dare to blink their eyes, and their hands and feet couldn't help shaking.

The boy was in a hurry, and his rhythm was completely disrupted. Seeing the blade whizzing towards him, he could only barely use the knife.

The sword carried the strength of Yi Lanqing's body, the boy couldn't hold the knife tightly in fear, and the knife in his hand was thrown aside by Yi Lanqing with the sword.

The boy wanted to pick up the knife, but he felt a chill on his neck, and a tingling pain gushed out.

"No, don't kill me..." The boy trembled violently, his eyes were full of fear, Yi Lanqing held a sword in one hand, and turned a blind eye to the blood flowing from the boy's neck, but his face was gentle.

"Trash!" Meng Yani couldn't help roaring outside the arena, her image of a lady was gone.

On the big screen, the boy retreated step by step, and Yi Lanqing said leisurely, "You lost."

"No, I can't lose." The boy gritted his teeth, "If I lose, I will lose my eligibility to continue my studies, and the Meng family will stop funding me. I can't lose!"

The last sentence of the boy almost roared, and he threw himself at Yi Lanqing regardless of the sword on his neck.

The sword light flashed, and blood spurted out onto the dueling ring. The boy clutched his neck, and blood kept gushing out from between his fingers.The boy's eyes widened in disbelief, and he slowly knelt down on the ground, leaning forward, and fell down completely.

A little blood was splashed on Yi Lanqing's face, and the bright red against the jade white skin was eye-catching and stunning.

Yi Lanqing tore off a corner of his clothes, wiped the blade of the sword expressionlessly, and his eyelashes were long and drooping, covering the emotion in his eyes.

"The one who won this duel is Yi Lanqing, a student from the Department of Chinese Language and Literature!"

With the announcement of the management system, the girls from the Department of Chinese Language and Literature in the auditorium cheered and gave hugs to the students next to them.

Xu Miaomiao was so shocked that she couldn't react for a long time, and Bai Mengsu was so frightened that she sat down on the ground.

"What a god!" Xu Miaomiao looked straight at Yi Lanqing who was quietly sitting on the information transmission chair with her eyes closed, and she had no words to describe her mood at the moment.

"Banhua is too good!" Bai Mengsu helped Xu Miaomiao stand up, his legs were so weak, "Is this human? He didn't secretly go to the Combat Department to study for a few years, did he?"

"I can already foresee that the school's exchange area is about to explode." Xu Miaomiao's eyes lit up, "Think about how they wrote the title? "Boys from the Department of Literature easily beat top students from the Combat Department"? Or "Top students from the Combat Department" It turned out to be a weak chicken"?"

The boy from the Combat Department regained his consciousness, and as soon as he stood up trembling, he was slapped hard by Meng Yani, "You idiot! Even a boy from the Department of Literature can't beat you! Spit out all the credit points that our Meng family gave you !"

"He, he is not at the level of the literature department at all..." The fear in the boy's eyes has not dissipated, "I, the professor of cold weapons in our school may not have his level, this, this can't be blamed on me..."

"Get lost! Our Meng family can't support a waste like you!" Meng Yani was so angry that her face was distorted to the extreme.

"Meng's." Xu Miaomiao rolled up her sleeves and walked over with a smirk on her face, "Come on, accept my old lady's challenge!"

"No, no..." Meng Yani backed away in fright.

"If you lose, you will quit the literature department, so you are now a member of the combat department." Xu Miaomiao's eyes were fierce, "After the duel between the combat department and the literature department, one person from the literature department can ask for a duel with the combat department. Students of the Combat Department cannot refuse the challenge. You must not forget, right?"

Xu Miaomiao looked down at Meng Yani ferociously, "Guess, what will I do to your face? I won't let you die easily, I will slowly ravage you, break your fingers, break you The bones of the body..."

"You..." Meng Yani covered her chest, rolled her eyes suddenly, and fell straight down.

Xu Miaomiao was stunned, "I'll go, I just said, dizzy? Really?"

Bai Mengsu tugged at Xu Miaomiao, "Miaomiao, look, Banhua has woken up!"