What’s the point of cultivating immortality if you don’t have money?

In the semi-finals.

The massive bleeding on Xiong Wenwu's side was clearly the most eye-catching.

Many spectators looked over because of the blood all over the ground, and then they were surprised to find that the students from Songyang High School had actually defeated the strongest player from Red Pagoda High School.

Hu Yuntao rushed over and sent Xiong Wenwu for treatment.

When he heard that Xiong Wenwu's massive bleeding was actually due to hemorrhoids, Hu Yuntao subconsciously tightened his buttocks.

"What should I do? Rely on surgery? Go to the hospital for hemorrhoid surgery every once in a while when it recurs?"

Thinking of the surgery costs he would have to pay again and again, Hu Yuntao felt a pang of heartache: "Damn it! Why do I also have external hemorrhoids! Why don't I have internal hemorrhoids! If they were internal hemorrhoids, they could be protected by body refining techniques, and I wouldn't have to spend money on surgery."

The competition coach next to him patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Silly child, what do you usually do when you find your head being attacked as a flaw?"

"Of course, I practice Iron Head Skill!" Hu Yuntao's eyes moved: "You mean?"

"That's right." The competition coach's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he looked at Hu Yuntao and Xiong Wenwu on the operating table, and said coldly: "After returning to school, prepare to start hard training. Principal Long is very dissatisfied with your performance this time."

The emergency doctor listened to the conversation between the two and couldn't help but think: "The head is a vital point, can't you wear a helmet?"

...

On the other side of the emergency area.

Hearing the doctor's quotation, Bai Zhenzhen's face sank, and after asking several times, she suddenly said: "These scratches on my body, don't consider scars, beauty or anything like that, just use the fastest and simplest method to treat them, that way I can get insurance coverage, right."

The emergency doctor said helplessly: "Okay, okay, then it will be 98,000 with insurance, but these injuries on your body will definitely leave scars..."

As he spoke, the emergency doctor activated his magic power, and his hands brought up a series of afterimages. He had already begun to clean, reattach the arm, suture, stop the bleeding,... apply various medicines... and finally injected a healing magic power into Bai Zhenzhen's body to accelerate the healing of the wound.

Although the fee was not cheap, the doctor's skills were indeed good.

More than half an hour later, Bai Zhenzhen felt that her injuries had improved a lot.

However, scars were left on her arms, thighs, calves, and waist.

After being sent back to the resting area, Bai Zhenzhen waved her arm and smiled: "The technique is not bad, I feel like using 80% or 90% of my strength is not a problem."

As for the scars on her body, Bai Zhenzhen naturally didn't care.

Cosmetic surgery, scar removal, and other operations were things that only rich people would do, and had nothing to do with her.

Lei Jun on the side looked at Bai Zhenzhen with a complicated expression and said, "Are you still planning to continue participating?"

Bai Zhenzhen smiled and said, "Of course, as long as I beat Le Mulan in the next match, I can meet Yu Zi in the final, right? Then we will get first and second place, and you will also have face, Lao Lei."

Lei Jun sighed: "But your insurance is almost used up. I have seen Le Mulan's fighting style. Her sword energy is sharp and has a wide attack range. If you fight her... the medical bill can easily rise to hundreds of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands."

Bai Zhenzhen was slightly silent when she heard this.

Lei Jun said: "You have already entered the top four, which is a very good achievement to put on your resume. Why risk continuing the competition?"

What he didn't say in his heart was... after all, you can't get into the top ten universities, and winning the martial arts competition is not that important to you.

Lei Jun continued to persuade: "Your fighting style is already prone to injury. If you still have hundreds of thousands of dollars on hand and don't have to worry about treatment after the competition, then I will never advise you."

"But are you sure you want to take on tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt for this martial arts competition?"

Looking at Bai Zhenzhen, who was still silent, Lei Jun persuaded helplessly: "A Zhen, we are different from those rich people. When competing, we must also consider the cost performance."

At this moment, a figure limped over in pain. It was Zhang Yu, who had just completed his treatment.

Seeing Zhang Yu's appearance with injuries all over his body, Lei Jun felt helpless in his heart: "It seems that Zhang Yu will not be able to participate in the competition next."

However, Zhang Yu moved his hands and feet and said, "Don't worry, Lao Lei, I paid attention when I was fighting and didn't hurt any vital points. They are all just superficial injuries."

"Plus, I just practiced a body-strengthening martial art yesterday. The injury just looks serious. The insurance only cost 30,000..."

Lei Jun didn't believe it at first, but after checking Zhang Yu, he looked at him in surprise: "You're good, kid. You really didn't suffer any injuries?"

"I'll get you some food and drinks. You guys hurry up and rest."

Not long after Lei Jun left, Zhang Yu looked at his phone and said to Bai Zhenzhen, who was silent on the side, "A Zhen, I heard what you said just now. You also know that my platform limit has been maxed out. I can't get more, but I can borrow some from my sister."

"But it's not easy for my sister either. I asked, and she can borrow up to 200,000 from her. Do you think that's enough for you to fight the next match?"

Bai Zhenzhen: "I'll borrow from my godmother and pay it back myself. You don't have to borrow it for me."

"But I've carefully watched that Le Mulan. She's a bit difficult to deal with and it's too easy to get injured. If you want to win against her... you probably won't be able to get out without 400,000."

Bai Zhenzhen sighed and said, "Yu Zi, wouldn't it be great if we were rich."

Zhang Yu, who had lived two lives, couldn't help but be speechless when he heard this.

He had never been born into a rich family in either of his lives. What could he say?

...

A moment later, as all the top eight battles ended and the contestants received proper treatment and were out of danger.

The semi-final list was also announced to the audience, namely Zhang Yu, Song Hailong, Le Mulan and Bai Zhenzhen.

The next semi-final battles would be Zhang Yu VS Song Hailong and Le Mulan VS Bai Zhenzhen.

Finally, the winners of the two battles would determine the competition champion.

And it seemed that because the semi-finals were more closely watched, the two battles would not be held at the same time, but one after another.

After the referee drew lots to determine the order of the matches, the first match was Le Mulan VS Bai Zhenzhen, and the second match was Zhang Yu VS Song Hailong.

...

On the stage.

Le Mulan looked at Bai Zhenzhen in front of her, and couldn't help but frown slightly when her eyes swept over the ugly scars on her hands and feet.

She asked suspiciously: "Why are there scars on your body?"

Bai Zhenzhen shrugged: "I don't have money to treat them."

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Le Mulan was shocked. Although she knew that poor people were very poor, she was still shocked by the feeling that even the scars on her body could not be repaired because she had no money.

"Is this what poverty looks like? It's terrible."

Faced with an opponent who didn't even have enough money for treatment, she instantly lost a lot of fighting spirit and even felt a trace of pity.

Although the other party could seize Xiong Wenwu's flaws to defeat the strong, Le Mulan didn't care.

Because when facing all the opponents in the first year of high school, Le Mulan had enough confidence... she had no flaws.

With 3, 2, 1, start!

Le Mulan tapped her fingertips, and sharp sword energies had already been slashed out from the air, directly flying towards Bai Zhenzhen's position.

It was Le Mulan's Star Dou Swordsmanship, which she had cultivated to level 5.

The level 5 Star Dou Swordsmanship could already injure enemies across a distance of 5 meters.

Seeing the sword energy spanning five meters at this moment, Bai Zhenzhen's expression changed, and she quickly activated her Body Piercing Sword Energy to block it.

But Bai Zhenzhen quickly discovered that Le Mulan's Star Dou Swordsmanship was not only sharp, but each sword energy was like a formation, with complex connections, and always attacked her from various angles.

And if Bai Zhenzhen wanted to break through the obstruction of these sword energies, then every step she took would feel the opponent's offensive becoming more and more dense.

She felt like she was in a large formation, and with Le Mulan's continuous sword energy, the space she could move in was constantly compressed, and the situation became more and more dangerous.

She tried to enter stealth mode, but she quickly exposed her figure along with blocking sword energy and the collision of sword energy.

The opponent's sword energy was too fast and dense, and with her speed and explosive power, she couldn't purely rely on movement to dodge.

As for waiting for the opponent's magic power to run out? Bai Zhenzhen could see that the magic power in the opponent's body was extremely turbulent, and there was no sign of weakening at all. If she wanted to exhaust the opponent's magic power, Bai Zhenzhen's own magic power would probably be gone first.

Bai Zhenzhen sighed in her heart: "Alas... it's still too disadvantageous to use stealth directly on the stage. It's only the most unexpected when used in the first battle. It's not so useful after the opponent is prepared."

Looking at Bai Zhenzhen's awkward appearance, Le Mulan was not surprised by this.

"My Star Dou Swordsmanship is a formation in itself. The sword energy is strict and methodical, and the moves have no flaws."

"Unless there is a tyrannical body-protecting technique that forcibly collides over, it is impossible for masters of the same level to approach me."

In Le Mulan's view, Bai Zhenzhen was not considered to be at the same level.

"There are flaws," Bai Zhenzhen thought to herself, "But my own data is not strong enough. If I force it, I will be seriously injured even if I win, right?"

"This sword may cost three or four hundred thousand..."

Should she risk hundreds of thousands for a victory?

Bai Zhenzhen felt hesitant.

She had the courage to penetrate Xiong Wenwu's storm-like offensive and slash at the opponent's physical flaws.

But when she had to bet hundreds of thousands for a victory, she felt hesitant.

And it was this hesitation that made her understand that this sword would be difficult to succeed, because she no longer had the determination to move forward.

"Alas..."

So a few seconds later, seeing that she was about to be completely surrounded by sword energy, Bai Zhenzhen chose to admit defeat.

When she walked off the stage, a trace of relief flashed in her eyes: "After all, my strength is not enough, and I'm too poor."

"Forget it, let's tell Yu Zi about this flaw and let my good son teach this woman a lesson for me. He shouldn't have to spend so much money."

With Le Mulan's victory, the semi-finals also came to the second match - Zhang Yu VS Song Hailong.