Goldfinger Auction

"Come on, I'll stop, I won't hurt you." Han Yong put on a fighting stance.

He didn't want to take the initiative to attack, because he felt that as soon as he attacked, the competition would be over, and Sun Suo would be very embarrassed.

Anyway, let Sun Suo strike a few sticks first.

Sun Suo slowly raised the soft stick, hesitated for a moment, still holding the stick with one hand and standing still.

Shen Daoming has tried his best to teach him unreservedly these days. Han Yong is Shen Daoming's brother-in-law, and Sun Suo has to give Shen Daoming this face no matter what.

"You hit! Hit me!" Han Yong rolled his eyes with a look of helplessness.

Sun Suo put on a pose, but still did not attack.

"Oh, what a waste of time... Look! I'm going to make a move!" Han Yong used three layers of skill to stab Sun Suo's breastplate with a soft stick.

He didn't even make a false move, because he believed that Sun Suo couldn't dodge this extremely fast stick, and he would definitely be stabbed and sit on the ground.

With the protection of the breastplate, it won't hurt, but it will be more embarrassing.

It's just... In Sun Suo's eyes, Han Yong's stabbing is like slow motion.

He ducked sideways a little.

"what?"

Han Yong pulled his stick and stepped back, looking surprised.

The distance just now, his stab, most of the students in the class couldn't escape, right? Sun Suo actually did it?

Dyson, the head teacher, also frowned.

When Han Yong stabbed the stick just now, Dyson seemed to have seen Sun Suo sitting on the ground in the ring, and as a result...

The students started to talk in a low voice. Obviously, Han Yong's miss made them a little surprised.

With other students on stage, maybe they won't be so surprised.

You know, he is Han Yong!

And the opponent is Sun Suo!

Among all the people, only Shen Daoming knew very well what was going on.

At this moment, he only had a wry smile on his face.

"You're stronger than I thought, and it's worthy of my heart to practice with you." Han Yong thought for a while, and said a few words to Sun Suo.

In his mind, this is still just a practice, not a game.

Only the school's martial arts games are the real martial arts arena.

"Thank you for the compliment." Sun Suo looked attentive.

"I'm going to make a stick again..." Han Yong reminded Sun Suo, and then suddenly smashed the stick at Sun Suo...

This time it was a false move, and the smash was fake. He would wait for Sun Suo to dodge and turn it into a stab, and try again to make Sun Suo fall.

Sun Suo...Stand on the spot and didn't move.

Han Yong didn't have time to change his move, and he still changed from smashing to stabbing, but he stabbed directly into the air, but he couldn't hold back his strength when he rushed forward with the stick, and he stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

"Slow down and be careful to fall." Sun Suo stretched out his hand to support Han Yong, who was rushing over.

"You..." Han Yong pushed Sun Suo away, took a few steps back and stopped.

Shen Daoming saw a bunch of question marks on Han Yong's face. At this time, Han Yong was just a meme.

Yao Xue's eyes widened, as if she couldn't believe what she saw.

"Sun Suo! Come on! Sun Suo! Victory!" Shan Yao's eyes lit up, as if he had seen the new continent, he quickly shouted loudly.

"I only used three levels of skill just now. It seems that I underestimated you! Now I am serious! You have to be careful!" Han Yong still didn't realize the problem, but felt that he was too underestimated and not enough attention. concentrated.

After the voice fell, Han Yong launched an attack again!

Sun Suo escaped again.

Han Yong attacked continuously!

Sun Suo was like a loach, no matter how Han Yong waved the stick in his hand, he couldn't hit Sun Suo's body.

Not to mention hit, not even Sun Suo's clothes.

Han Yong's stick was getting stronger and stronger, and he didn't care whether it would hurt Sun Suo or not, and smashed Sun Suo in the face with another stick.

Sun Suo tilted his head and turned sideways to dodge the powerful stick.

At this time, Han Yong had already opened his door, and Sun Suo had a hundred ways to defeat Han Yong.

But he didn't.

The more Han Yong failed to hit, the more manic he became, turning around with the soft stick in his hand was a sweep.

Sun Suo slightly retracted his waist, like a spring man, just right so that Han Yong's soft stick couldn't touch him.

The students' discussion grew louder and louder.

The head teacher Dyson's expression became more and more solemn.

Yao Xue widened her eyes and opened her mouth...open enough to fit an egg, or something else.

Han Yong attacked with dozens of sticks in a row. Every time he felt that he might hit Sun Suo, but it was only half a centimeter away, so he couldn't touch Sun Suo's body.

Finally, Han Yong exhausted his strength and stood on the ring panting.

Her eyes were no longer dazed, but dazed.

who I am? where am i? What am I doing?

On the opposite side, Sun Suo was so calm that he didn't even sweat a drop.

"Admit defeat." Shen Daoming sighed and whispered to Han Yong.

He knew that Sun Suo had never shot because of him. Once Sun Suo makes a move, Han Yong's ugliness is not limited to the present.

"I admit defeat?" Han Yong finally came to his senses.

This is really a class tryout! If he concedes, wouldn't he be put in the loser's bracket?

Even if he made it to the loser's bracket, he would still be able to get out of the siege and get a place in the school's martial arts competition. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

but…

Who was boasting about Haikou before, saying that he dropped out of school after losing to Sun Suo?

"You're not ugly when you lose to him, even me..."

Before Shen Daoming finished speaking, Han Yong swung his stick and rushed out.

However, just as he was about to lift the stick to fight again, Sun Suo took a step forward, and the soft stick in his hand suddenly stabbed at Han Yong's face!

The head teacher Dyson was shocked, and even screamed, it was too late to rescue him!

He could see the strength and speed of Sun Suo's blow. Even with a soft stick, this strength and speed could penetrate the helmet and seriously injure Han Yong!

Shen Daoming was also shocked in his heart, but he didn't move in the ring.

He believed that Sun Suo would never lose his trust in him.

Sure enough.

Sun Suo's soft stick stopped less than half a centimeter in front of Han Yong's forehead.

Click till now!

Han Yong, who was rushing forward, was forced to stop.

Seeing the stick head in front of his forehead, his back was covered in cold sweat.

The moment just now was too dangerous, it was like walking through the gates of hell!

Both sides of the contest were frozen in the ring like a photo.

The scene was dead silent.

A few seconds later, Sun Suo pulled the stick and turned around.

Han Yong took a few steps back, his footsteps were extremely staggering... The dozens of sticks just now had reached his physical limit. After being hit by the soft stick, he suddenly relaxed and his body was overwhelmed, even though he worked hard to support him. Soft stick, but still slumped to the ground unconsciously.

He finally understood that when the competition started, Shen Daoming said, 'Have you read WeChat? Don't take it too hard', I didn't say it to him at all, but to Sun Suo.

Because before the game, his mobile phone had never received a WeChat message from Shen Daoming.