burst god

Chapter 701 The beginning of the collapse
"That little guy is very laid back."

At the Hurricane Academy's preparation seat, Ji Qiong, a student of the third department of the Comprehensive Combat Academy, snorted coldly, and his face was covered with a layer of gloom.

"It's a pity that I'm an observer, so I didn't arrange a duel, otherwise Junior Brother Lu would have had two moves with the opponent." Bu Chengyue, who had completed the duel yesterday, said lightly.

"It's a pity indeed." Lu Ze nodded.

Bu Chengyue raised his brows, obviously he didn't expect Lu Ze to respond to him. Just when he was about to speak, Lu Ze spoke again leisurely.

"Students can also fight against each other, but they only need to occupy a quota."

Leng Gaoyi, who was leaning on the side with folded arms, suddenly smiled, "But no one will give you the quota. Listen to the seniors and watch the battle."

Lu Ze didn't say anything, just smiled, but he was facing the opponent's lineup.

Luo Xiasheng had a lollipop in his mouth, relishing it, and didn't respond to Lu Ze's smile.

He likes watching circuses, but that doesn't mean he has to respond to the clowns in the circus.

Lu Ze's reaction was not special as he expected.

……

"After a night's rest, it can be seen that the mental state of the students on both sides is very full. This makes me look forward to today's competition even more!"

"I hope that the players from both sides can contribute another wonderful match today."

"Next is the ninth match - fighting match, Hurricane Academy [Ji Qiong] vs. Sauron Academy [Mark Davidson]!
Ji Qiong, who just taunted Luo Xiasheng, heard his name, moved his neck and stood up from the spot.

"Ji Qiong, be careful." Song Shanming, who finally managed to attend after a whole night of treatment, was solemn.

"I'm not you." Ji Qiong said coldly.

"You!" Song Shanming's face flushed red. Yesterday, under the watchful eyes of hundreds of lecturers in the college, he completely lost to a petite girl. This is his lifelong shame.

"Hmph, watch carefully how I won."

Ji Qiong is proud, and his pride made him have few friends in the past three years.

In his world, there are only victories and the strong. Song Shanming's clumsy and stupid superpowers might as well not be displayed. Hurricane Academy's superpower debut was hanged and beaten by a girl.

If it weren't for the gaudy information war in the last battle yesterday, the morale of the follow-up would have collapsed because of Song Shanming.

He Ji Qiong didn't want to compare himself with anyone in the team, and there was only one purpose in playing today——

win!
Hurricane Academy wins need to be built on and expanded upon.

He counts, and it is his duty to do so.

"Please wear protective gear."

"Students on both sides can choose to use weapons for training, or fight with fists and kicks. Please do not use lethal moves. The referee has the right to stop them when necessary."

After the narrator finished speaking, he announced the start directly.

Ji Qiong casually held the top of a long stick on the weapon rack, and slowly pulled it out as he walked forward.

The wrist rotated, and a sharp stick flower emerged.

"It's very light, don't worry about hurting you." Ji Qiong looked at Mark Davidson and said casually.

This voice was broadcast live to both audiences at the same time, which immediately caused an uproar on the side of Sauron Academy.

On the distant moon, the young students and the audience couldn't sit still, and began to send their most sincere greetings in the elegant language of the upper class.

Mark Davidson is a boy with short silver braids. He has a handsome face and a figure like a male model. After hearing Ji Qiong's words, he opened his eyes curiously.

The audience outside the live broadcast gradually quieted down, and they could see that Mark wanted to speak.

"If it's true, that's great." Mark smiled brightly.

This time, it was the turn of the Hurricane Academy audience to be in an uproar.

This guy named Mark is really crazy.

In the preparation area, Henry Zhang, who was warming up by pressing his legs, frowned slightly, "The other party's attitude is more relaxed than yesterday."

As soon as he finished talking to himself, there was a slight cry from the scene.

Because Mark pulled out a pair of nunchucks at random, just when people thought he was going to use the nunchucks, Mark twisted it lightly.

Snapped!
The titanium alloy chain unexpectedly burst into a ball of sparks and broke from it.

Mark looked at the 30 cm long stick in front of him with satisfaction, and weighed it.

"bring it on!"

Ji Qiong's aura that originally had the upper hand was instantly punctured at this moment.

"I'm here to satisfy you." Ji Qiong shook his hands, the shadow of the long stick was divided into three, and the whole body was turbulent.

He is a Dacheng practitioner of "Sky Basalt Stick"!
Ji Qiong, who holds a long stick, is a terrifying existence that can sweep all the way alone in his off-campus training.

Starting style - the purple air is coming from the east!
The long stick was bent, and suddenly lifted up, the air in front of him collapsed into fog in an instant.

The first form - a stick of incense in the sky!

When the stick was lifted, the air above the head visible to the naked eye was transpired and distorted, and the long stick was filled with blazing heat.

Mark held the 30cm short stick, like a traffic police commander, and watched the long stick come at him without moving.

Just when everyone was in fear, Mark's arm flashed suddenly, and the short stick disappeared instantly.

hum-

A shock wave suddenly swayed.

"what!"

When the shock wave dissipated and the audience saw the scene clearly, some people couldn't help but stand up.

Mark actually blocked Ji Qiong's long stick with a 30 cm short stick, which was like a green dragon coming out of the water!
"It's nothing more than that." Mark said casually, retracting and flicking his wrist.

The long stick was swung away violently.

On the edge of the field, Henry Zhang looked solemnly, and suddenly said: "The opponent's dynamic vision completely suppressed Ji Qiong, Ji Qiong has already lost."

Looking at the field again, the relaxed look on Ji Qiong's face disappeared, and he began to attack at his own pace.

However, as Henry Zhang said, Mark with the auxiliary chip opened up the dynamic vision.

No matter how Ji Qiong's "Sky Basalt Stick" changes, it can be accurately intercepted by Mark with the short stick.

Ji Qiong's inevitability at the beginning has completely disappeared, and sweat began to form on his forehead. First, he continued to attack with routines without believing in evil, and then began to change his moves. In the end, even audiences with average martial arts skills could see that he was breaking out. up.

However, when Ji Qiong turned around and tapped the stick on the ground, a black shadow descended from the sky, stepped on the tip of the stick, and held the stick firmly.

"In 246 seconds, you hit a total of 1933 clubs. It was a wonderful performance."

Mark looked at Ji Qiong with a smile, and said a scalp-numbingly precise number.

"But I've seen enough."

After the words fell, Mark's five fingers interlaced, his index finger and middle finger flicked slightly, and the short stick in his hand shot out instantly, piercing like a bullet.

Ji Qiong dodged sideways, and was about to refute, but suddenly felt a huge crisis coming.

"Can you avoid it?" Mark laughed softly, the figure appeared directly beside Ji Qiong, catching up with the shot stick.

There was a gentle movement of taking off the short stick, turning around, and slamming it!
boom!
Ji Qiong's left shoulder slumped, and he fell instantly.

At this moment, Mark completely revealed his ferocity.

"I will only return you 193 sticks."

(End of this chapter)