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Chapter 86 Yang Qian... Defeated!
As the vanguard of West Point University, Fat Niu Nasi has a very strong strength. Zhao Baoshuan's attack was restrained by her fat body, so that the continuous violent attack should not cause much damage.

However, the comparison of strength cannot be concealed. After all, she is not Zhao Baoshuan's opponent. If it is a life-and-death fight, Zhao Baoshuan can kill her with a single blow.

So, she was defeated after all.

"Who will play in the second round?"

Zhao Baoshuan was still triumphant in the ring, but Si Qing, a small group, looked at each other with a hint of excitement in their eyes.

Each of them wants to be on stage.

"Boss Si Qing is excluded first. In the next three battles with West Point University, one of the four of us must not be able to fight!"

Yang Qian said with a smile: "Why don't we leave the strongest one later?"

"I agree!"

"I agree too!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Liu Shengpiaoxue and Yang Feifei nodded repeatedly in agreement, Yang Zhenjun smiled wryly upon seeing this.

If counting the grades in the culture class, he is not Liu Sheng Piaoxue's opponent. If it is simply a comparison of force, he is better.

It's a pity that the Global Academy Martial Arts Tournament is purely based on force.

Therefore, in the battle with West Point University, he has no chance.

"Hahaha, it's such a happy deal. The next round will be me, next will be Feifei, and the last one will be Piaoxue!"

Yang Qian snorted triumphantly: "As for big man Yang, you'd better sit here with Si Qing obediently and fight for us."

"Can I refuse?" Yang Zhenjun shrugged.

"cannot!"

The three girls said in unison.

Yang Zhenjun smiled wryly.

"I'm going!"

Yang Qian confessed, jumped up, and in a blink of an eye, she was already on the ring. Seeing her on the stage, Zhao Baoshuan chuckled and said, "Sister Qian, come on, don't miss Jingzhou carelessly, I will laugh you to death then!" of!"

"Cut! Crow's mouth, guaranteed to be prettier than yours!"

Yang Qian rolled his eyes at him, and immediately looked at the West Point University camp, looking forward to her opponent, but she didn't let her last long. Ten seconds later, a young man with brown skin and curly hair walked onto the ring.

"Hello there!"

His upper body was naked, revealing his brown skin. He clasped his hands together slightly, performed a special ceremony, and bowed.

"Indian?"

Seeing this person's appearance and movements, everyone nodded slightly. This person was obviously an Indian. As an ancient country with a glorious civilization like China, after the catastrophe broke out, the Indians' profound cultural heritage was also revealed.

Their ancient yoga techniques were developed, and biological warriors emerged in endlessly. It is the country with the highest probability of producing biological warriors in the world except China.

Moreover, the number of masters is also very large. Among the thousands of people recruited by the four major colleges every year, the Indian and Huaxia countries have the largest number of people.

Therefore, when she saw that her opponent was from India, Yang Qian suddenly became vigilant, and most of her previous arrogance dissipated.

"Go ahead!"

After the two saluted, they fought together in an instant. They didn't use swords, but fought with fists and kicks.

For a time, the killing was inextricably linked.

Yang Qian's strength was obviously superior, with howling fists and open and closed moves, the Indian players dared not greet him at all, but he also had a unique way to resolve it.

His hands are as slippery as loaches, and his waist is like a willow twig. Every time Yang Qian attacks, he can use his soft hands to remove all the strength.

As a result, Yang Qian attacked and killed twenty or thirty moves in a row, but she didn't cause the slightest damage to the Indian player.

"Fuck! What's the situation?"

Seeing this scene, the audience on the field were a little shocked: "What's the matter with Zijinlong Academy? Is it because the players in this year are not good enough, or the opponent is too strong. Why does every battle drag on for so long?"

Compared to the top three academies who defeated their opponents cleanly, Zijinlong Academy's players were quite procrastinated.

First, Zhao Baoshuan failed to defeat the opponent in an instant, and now it was Yang Qian who directly fell into a bitter fight with the opponent: the mad attack was ineffective.

"It shouldn't be. Among the first-level contestants, six of the top ten in the college entrance examination this year were admitted to Zijinlong Academy. Logically speaking, the freshman of Zijinlong Academy this year is the strongest, but why... ..."

"Could it be that the opponent is too strong?"

"This...maybe!"

"Boss Si Qing, sister Qian seems to be in trouble!"

On the viewing platform, Zhao Baoshuan frowned tightly as he looked at Yang Qian, who was futile to attack violently.

Yang Zhenjun, Liu Shengpiaoxue and Yang Feifei were also anxious and broke into a cold sweat for Yang Qian.

"If I'm not wrong, her opponent should be a yoga master!"

Si Qing said indifferently: "Look at his body, his flexibility is very good, just like a loach, he can often avoid Yang Qian's attack in an incredible way, even if Yang Qian attacks him, it's like attacking on a gummy As above, it won't do much damage."

"What now?"

Zhao Baoshuan said anxiously: "If this continues, Sister Qian's physical strength will be exhausted!"

The two sides in the battle, the attacking side always consumes more energy, and Yang Qian is a woman after all, and her endurance is not as good as a man's.

Can Yang Qian attack twenty or thirty strokes, fifty or sixty strokes, seven or eighty strokes?

The answer is, no!

The following facts prove all this.

"Damn it!"

After consecutive rounds of violent attacks failed to defeat the enemy, Yang Qian gradually became anxious, especially the sharp weakening of her physical strength, which made her even more anxious.

"This is a battle on behalf of the college, and it's a battle with West Point University. I can't lose, I can't lose!"

The ineffective attack, physical exhaustion, and psychological pressure made Yang Qian's brain gradually unable to stay awake, and her attacks became more violent, completely irrational.

"Oops! Sister Qian is going to lose!"

Seeing that Yang Qian was sweating profusely, yet she attacked like crazy, Zhao Baoshuan and the others were anxious like ants on a hot pot, running around in circles.

"Boss Si Qing, quickly help Sister Qian!"

Yang Zhenjun said anxiously.

"I can't do it either!"

Si Qing shook his head and said, "Actually, from the very beginning, I knew she might lose!"

"why?"

Several people were startled, and some asked in disbelief.

"Because her opponent is not ordinary!"

Si Qing said quietly: "I sensed a vague and strange fluctuation from this Indian Ah San, and I don't know what this fluctuation is.

But I can feel that Ah San's physical strength has been at its peak since he came to power, and he has never weakened.I think, this may have something to do with that kind of volatility! "

"How could this be?"

"This girl is going to lose!"

In the teacher's box, a group of teachers and the dean watched the battle on the ring, and Li Peacock from the Phoenix Academy shook his head regretfully: "This young man has very deep knowledge in ancient yoga, unless his physical fitness is his four times, otherwise it will be difficult to defeat him!"

"Yes, the ancient yoga technique is extraordinary!"

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