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Chapter 262 Feng Churong's Defeat

The more than 300 people were defeated in one fell swoop just now, because they were too weak and underestimated the enemy.

He is different from a group of freshmen.

Wen Renshu and Feng Churong made a successful appointment.

There was applause from the stands.

The students did not expect that after watching an unprecedented one-to-many battle, they would be able to observe another battle immediately after.

The big brother from the spiritual training class is fighting with the senior sister from the martial arts class. I hope this battle won't end with one move.

Feng Churong decided to launch an attack of [-]% strength first.

Back then, he used the delaying technique in an attempt to defeat Wen Ren Wu Yue, but obviously quickness, accuracy and ruthlessness were more suitable for Wen Renshu.

Everyone obviously didn't expect Feng Churong to use such a big move as soon as he came up. Just when everyone was worried whether Wen Renshu would be able to withstand this wave of attacks, Wen Renshu urged hundreds of swords and broke through with sword energy. With Feng Churong's attack, the sharp sword energy flew straight towards Feng Churong.

Feng Churong resisted with all her strength, but was still knocked down by the sword aura. The courtyard uniform on her body was cut several times by the sword aura, and each cut was bloody.

Feng Churong felt that those split holes seemed to be silently laughing at his fiasco. He raised his head in embarrassment, and there were hundreds of swords standing in front of him and above his head.

The sword closest to him was already close to his forehead.

Just now, if he raised his head a little bit more, his forehead would be bleeding.

Thin cold sweat broke out from his forehead.

"I, I admit defeat." Feng Churong said tremblingly.

He felt that if he didn't admit defeat, those swords would immediately pierce his entire body.

As soon as Feng Churong conceded defeat, the rules of heaven and earth disappeared, Wen Renshu withdrew his sword, and the arena returned to calm.

The students in the stands recovered from the shock, and it turned out that this is the way of swordsmen of martial arts practitioners.

Swish, swish, hundreds of swords were fired at once, it was too shocking.

This Senior Sister Wenren actually defeated Senior Brother Feng who had a spiritual energy of nine and a half ranks with one move.

So what kind of cultivation is Senior Sister Wenren?

It seems that the kendo of martial arts practitioners is extremely lethal.

Not to mention that there was only one standing on the stage just now, if there are a few more like Senior Brother Feng, they will all be hurt by these sword qi, right?

Feng Churong stepped off the stage resentfully, and left in despair.

"Do you know? Eight years ago when I was a freshman, Wen Renshu's elder brother Wen Ren Wuyue was the leader of our college.

He who never competes with others, he fought against Feng Churong that day because Feng Churong called his sister Wen Renshu a waste. "The speaker is an old student who is about to graduate.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the people around him listened.They also wanted to know why Feng Churong targeted Wen Renshu.

"In that battle, Feng Churong was no better than Wenren Wuyue when he used the holy magic weapon.

What's even more ironic is that today, eight years later, Wen Renshu, who was scolded by Feng Churong as a waste, stood in this arena and defeated Feng Churong with one move. "There was sigh in the man's words.

Many people have never thought that there is such a relationship between the two.

Wen Renshu got off the stage and returned to the team of Martial Arts Academy.

Just when the students were about to leave, Leng Ya stood on the stage, and he motioned for everyone to sit down first.

"Through this incident, the deputy dean realized that some of our students didn't want to work hard to improve their cultivation, but were interested in questioning their abilities." Leng Ya glanced at the students in the stands.

Those freshmen who have returned to their classes bow their heads again and again. They have lived for more than ten years, and there is no time when they are more humiliated than today.

(End of this chapter)