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Chapter 22 This tick is not a good thing

There are many people on the third floor, at least 500 people.

And these 500 people are still decreasing.

Because someone threw the martial artist he just threw down to the second floor.

There are a total of more than 1000 people in this combat competition, including 16 people on the fourth floor.

In other words, the rest of the people are on these three floors, and credits will be deducted for at least one of the three floors.

Li Hao shook his head, turned to look at the fourth floor.

The remaining 15 people are basically in a state of blood deficiency and bruises all over their bodies.

Only Fang Ping was full of energy and blood, and he was very energetic.

But he took the initiative to stop fighting.

The others also knew that there would be no good results if the fight continued, so they all stopped.

The scene suddenly became quiet, and Qin Mu and Liu Can returned to Li Hao's side.

Everyone else also found a place to rest.

After a short break, they chatted with each other.

The atmosphere between each other is quite harmonious.

Suddenly, Fang Ping asked Li Hao.

"How many people have you eliminated?"

Zhao Lei, Yang Xiaoman and others also listened attentively.

Li Hao was stunned for a moment, thought for a while and said, "About forty or fifty warriors."

"Sigh~~"

Zhao Lei and the others gasped. This number far exceeded their imagination.

There are at most [-] people on the fourth floor, and he beat down one-tenth of them alone.

Li Hao asked back: "How many have you eliminated?"

Fang Ping also thought for a while and said: "It seems to be similar to yours, but most of the ones I eliminated are quasi-warriors."

Zhao Lei interjected dryly: "I've only fought over 20, and more than half of them are quasi-warriors."

Yang Xiaoman: "... I am also over 20."

Liu Can put down his swords, and said proudly: "Hahaha, I also hit more than 40, but almost all of them are quasi-warrior."

This self-satisfied and self-deprecating attitude made everyone laugh, and the atmosphere became harmonious.

After a few of them broke their records, they suddenly discovered that they eliminated only more than 200 people in total, and the rest were eliminated by others.

Qin Mu suddenly tugged on Li Hao's clothes, leaned into his ear and said, "Actually, I've beaten more than 80 quasi-warriors."

Li Hao: "."

Thinking about it, even he couldn't withstand Qin Mu's punches a few times, and the speed was so fast, even he would be stunned if he continued with a set of punches. It was like playing a PK game. CD version.

This kind of combo is for quasi warriors, not to mention normal quasi warriors, even Fang Ping, who was in the period of 149 card limit quasi warriors, has no way to resist.

Can only obediently be blown up.

Amidst the chat, time flew by.

Two 10 minutes later.

The freshmen walked out slowly from the door of the training building.

Of course, not all of them are leisurely, some are lame
The old students who were about to watch a good show looked at the limping freshmen and were a little dazed.

A sociable old student hurriedly pulled a freshman and asked, "Student, what's wrong with you?"

Unexpectedly, when the new student heard the old student's question, his face turned red and dark on the spot, and he limped away with a cold snort.

This kind of old man can't figure out his mind.

After questioning a few more freshmen, a freshman with a blushing face told about the battle on the fourth floor.

What kind of woman was rebellious, and she knocked out more than a dozen would-be warriors with one punch.

What kind of man beat dozens of warriors and threw them down one by one.

After listening, the old student was shocked, and immediately patted the new student on the shoulder, and said in a clichéd tone.

"Brother, it's not your fault. Every year there will be a few monsters, but this year there are more."

When the freshman heard this, he burst into tears on the spot.

"Brother, I am wronged, I was kicked off the third floor and the fourth floor within 2 minutes.

The old student hugged the new student lovingly, showing maternal love.

The other old students are all stupid, didn't they come to see the monkey?How can there be a picture of a bunch of monkeys competing with prehistoric great apes?
How do you feel like they were being played like monkeys?
Two minutes later, the medical team that entered ahead of schedule carried out a group of seriously injured people.

Some were simply in a coma, and some had both legs broken and were unable to walk.

In the distance, Qin Fengqing was stunned on the spot, and after a long time, he said awkwardly: "I just said, there must be a monster like me in this freshman."

Zhou Yan rolled her eyes, she felt a little blushing sitting beside Qin Fengqing now.

Li Hao and the others also walked out the door, seeing the two elders hugging each other, they couldn't help but feel chills, and left as if fleeing.

Huang Jing appeared in the square of the training building with twelve instructors.

He jumped up and stayed in the sky.

"The rewards for this freshman combat competition will be distributed to your credit cards within three days.

Those from the Weapons Academy go to Playground No. [-], and those from the Tactics Academy go to No. [-]."

After speaking briefly, Huang Jing wanted to leave immediately when he heard Li Hao's voice.

"Principal Huang Jing, may I ask if you accept disciples, I think I can do it!"

Li Hao recommended himself.

Seeing this, Huang Jing thought about it seriously for a while.

Although he is the dean of the weapon academy, he would not accept apprentices in reason.

But Li Hao's performance just now is obvious to all.

Fighting dozens of warriors by himself, you must know that he himself is only a quasi-martial artist.

With such a genius, he is also a little itchy.

Would you like to take a look?
"Hmm, cough, then you will be my apprentice of Huang Jing from today, come to my office tomorrow."

Li Hao was very happy and thanked him immediately.

"Okay, master."

Anyway, he is also a disciple of the master, and this privilege will not belong to Quack in the future.

Liu Can was also envious, and shouted: "Principal Huang, can I also be a disciple! Getting started is fine!"

Huang Jing glanced at Liu Can and shook his head.

"No, I don't play with knives and guns."

"Ok."

Although Liu Can regretted it, he didn't feel too disappointed.

Although Master Master is a good gimmick, it doesn't work if it doesn't match.

In addition to his outstanding vitality, he also has an iron wooden spear and two knives.

After Huang Jing left.

Tang Feng put out a sign and inserted it into the ground.

It is written above.

Martial artist, male or female, with more than 180 calories. (16 people on the fourth floor can enter without request)
Luo Yichuan also made a request in a humble manner.

180 calories of qi and blood, priority is given to those who have completed upper limb bone tempering.

Their pre-prepared requirements didn't help much, because there were only 16 people on the fourth floor, and almost every one of them could meet the requirements.

Luo Yichuan glanced in surprise, and when he saw that 16 people on the fourth floor behind Tang Feng could enter without a test, he became angry on the spot.

Good guy, Tang Feng, you old thief really don't want your face because of the students.

So, an angry Luo Yichuan silently wrote these words on the sign with his fingers.

16 people on the fourth floor can enter without a test.

He glanced again, and suddenly found that Tang Feng had already taken the initiative to find the freshman named Qin Mu.

Fuck, it's too early
(End of this chapter)