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Chapter 209 Instant Kill

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    At the beginning of the competition, there was no drawing of lots for the individual competition, and the two schools arranged to send out their own personnel.

    Mu Mu looked at the people, said a few words to Cao Fenglin, and said, "Moxiu, you go first!"

    The two of them thought very simply, Mo Xiu was the undoubted face of Yan University.

    Both the audience and the media want to see Mo Xiu play.

    Since you want to see it, let Mo Xiu go first.

    At this time, Nanping University also selected its players, and both sides took the stage together.

    When the person opposite saw Mo Xiu coming up, he almost cursed his mother out of breath. Isn¡¯t this bad luck?  I originally thought that Moxiu would appear in the finale, but I didn't expect that he would be the first.

    "Game start!"

    The referee announced the start.

    Mo Xiu should keep Cao Fenglin¡¯s words in mind: show an attitude and don¡¯t give in.

    Immediately use the Divine Weapon of the Sword Saint to summon a giant sword behind the opponent.

    This sword directly cut through the clothes on the opponent's back.

    This man had just prepared himself mentally and encouraged himself: "Mader, what are you afraid of? Isn't it just losing? Even if I lose, I will try my best, come on!!!"

    "Yanda wins, next game!"

    "Um?"

    This man had just gotten into his fighting stance. When he heard the referee's words, he stood up straight and froze on the spot.

    what happened?  Why is it over before the fight has even begun?

    This person said: "Referee, you are a bit confused. I really can't beat him, but you have to give me a chance!"

    The referee didn't want to pay attention to him, pointed behind him and said: "Look back for yourself!"

    It didn¡¯t matter if I turned around this time, I was so scared that I sat on the ground.

    A giant sword was facing him behind him, less than five centimeters away. It seemed that it had been there for a long time.

    The man looked at the clothes on his back with lingering fear, and saw that they were torn.

    "Oh my god, I lost, I lost!"

    After saying that, he walked off the stage in embarrassment.

    This game was broadcast live, and the audience was stunned when they saw this scene. This was there even a second in the game?

    Isn¡¯t it too fast?  Is that all?

    The worst thing is the media. They came to watch this game with a mission.

    "I took photos of Mo Xiu during the battle and made them into news covers, but how to take them?"

    Mo Xiu didn¡¯t even move. The game was over within a second of just starting.

    These reporters looked at each other and there was a flash of light.

    There is no other choice but to bite the bullet and take a photo of Mo Xiu standing there.

    When Mo Xiu walked off the stage, Mu Mu and Cao Fenglin were both confused.

    "Teacher Cao, how are you, Team Leader Mu? How is your attitude?"

    Cao Fenglin said helplessly: "I asked you to show your attitude, but I didn't ask you to end the game so quickly?"

    Mo Xiu spread his hands and went back to his seat to sit down no matter what Cao Fenglin said.

    Mu Mu said: "Xiao Hong, you are next!"

    Xiao Hong and her opponent came to the stage.

    The referee said: "The game begins!"

    "Boom!"

    "Yanda wins, next game!"

    Xiao Hong directly blasted his opponent out of bounds with a pyrotechnic blast, which also only took one second.

    After being kicked out, he turned around and left the stage before the referee finished announcing.

    ??Going on stage, bursting with flames, and coming off stage, all in one go, it is indeed Xiao Hong.

    "Qiao Yang, come on!"

    After Qiao Yang came on stage, he greeted his opponent in a friendly manner.

    After the game started, Qiao Yang used soft and hard forms to resolve the battle with two moves.

    The referee was numb and said mechanically: "Yanda wins, next game."

    The teacher leading the team on the opposite side was turned green with anger. He was indeed not strong enough, but he still had to give him some face and give him a few symbolic blows, right?  This goes up every second, and I really can¡¯t stand it.

    Cao Fenglin felt a little embarrassed when he looked at the fierce eyes across from him.

    There is an unwritten rule. When the difference in strength is too large, the stronger side will put some slack and let a few moves end the game. This is the third game, and each fight ends with one move.

    ¡°One is to make the opponent lose face, and the other is to show that Yan Da has no grace.

    At this time, Liu Peixiong was ready to go on stage, but was stopped by Cao Fenglin before taking the stage.

    Cao Fenglin said in Liu Peixiong's ear: "Let it goFor water, just use one skill.  "

    Liu Peixiong nodded and said, "Don't worry, Teacher Cao!"

    Cao Fenglin patted Liu Peixiong on the back, feeling very proud.

    After Liu Peixiong came on stage, the referee immediately announced the start of the game.

    After starting, Liu Peixiong did not move. He stood still and said, "Brother, attack first!"

    As soon as the opponent heard this, he immediately attacked, just when he was about to punch Liu Peixiong in the face.

    Liu Peixiong disappeared, appeared behind the man, and kicked the man off the stage.

    Cao Fenglin was dumbfounded. What was he doing?  What about the promised release of water?  Release the water for two seconds and wait for the other side to come over?  ?  ?

    The referee said: "Well Yan Da wins. The individual battle ends in the morning and the team battle will begin in the afternoon. If there are special circumstances, you can apply for a delay for the team battle."

    He paused and said, "Do you want to apply?"

    No one from either school spoke.

    "No one applied. At one o'clock in the afternoon, the team competition will be held at this venue."

    This delayed application is prepared for those who participate in both individual and team competitions.

    There is an individual competition in the morning and a team competition in the afternoon. It is possible that one person used a skill with a long cooldown time in the morning and it has not been cooled down in the team competition in the afternoon. This will affect the performance of the team competition, so the game has set up a delay application.

    Cao Fenglin looked at the shit-eating expression of the teacher opposite him and did not dare to look at it. He could only lower his head and return to the backstage.

    As soon as he returned to the lounge, Cao Fenglin went to settle the score with Liu Peixiong.

    "Liu Peixiong, didn't I ask you to let go?"

    Liu Peixiong said: "I let it go. I just used one skill, but I just couldn't hold it back in the end."

    Cao Fenglin gritted his teeth angrily and said, "You can't hold back your strength? When you competed with Xiao Hong, didn't you control your strength very well?"

    Liu Peixiong stopped talking and looked at Mo Xiu and others.

    Cao Fenglin said: "Speak!"

    "He slapped me in the face!"

    "Um?"

    "That person just wanted to slap me in the face, how could I spare him? Even a kick to him would be light."

    Mo Xiu and Qiao Yang snickered on the sidelines, this Liu Peixiong is really interesting.

    Cao Fenglin said: "Didn't he miss it?"

    "I don't care if he gets hit or not!"

    Cao Fenglin was speechless and had no choice.

    Mu Mu came to the rescue and said, "Oh, Feng Lin, things are already like this. If you don't give in, just don't give in. What are we, Yan Da, afraid of?"

    Cao Fenglin also calmed down at this time and said, "I'm not afraid that others will say that we at Yan University have no grace."

    At this time, Mo Xiu said: "This is a competition, what kind of style is required? Those unwritten rules, why are they not written down? They just can't be put on the stage. It just so happens that we give the competition a correct style."

    Without saying anything, Cao Fenglin thought for a while.  There is some truth.

    Mo Xiu continued: "There will be a post-game interview, right? When the interview comes, I will say that we must correct the atmosphere, treat every game as a real life-and-death battle, and learn lessons from hot weapons wars!"

    Liu Peixiong nodded and said, "I agree with what Mo Xiu said, it's very insightful."

    Everyone agreed. Only Cao Fenglin knew what his opinion was. Mo Xiu was a person who knew how to adapt. Now he said this just to find a reason to crown himself!  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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