Jiang'an University, Faculty of Letters, Public Classroom.

Song Ming took a pen and wrote and drew on scratch paper, muttering something from time to time.

"According to the system, the value range of each attribute is between 1 and 100. ”

"Taking the attribute of strength as an example, the strength of a normal adult male should be around 50 points. ”

"Qin Hao is a sports professional, and he is half a taekwondo expert, and his offensive attributes are 60 points higher. ”

"My current physical defense is 48 points, and after turning on the anti-armor, it goes up 15 points, so it becomes 63 points. ”

"It doesn't seem to be particularly stable. Song Ming scratched his hair: "I don't know what the 30% damage effect of the anti-armor counterattack is." ”

"If you ignore all physical defenses, it can be understood that if the opponent hits me ten times with the same force, the opponent will be damaged by three punches. ”

"In theory, it's already very good, but what the actual situation is, you have to find someone to test it first. ”

"Brother Ming, where are you Wang Ba chanting scriptures?" The fat man on the side had strange eyes.

He didn't know what kind of wind Song Ming was smoking today, so he didn't play a good game, so he had to pull himself to the big classroom where he couldn't even see a ghost.

"You know a hammer, I'm analyzing the situation. ”

"Why don't you analyze it, how about I go and suppress this matter?" The fat man didn't think Song Ming had any chance of winning: "Qin Hao, this guy has a little friendship with me, he will give me face." ”

"How do you know if it works if you don't try?"

If it were as usual, Song Mingxing might have bowed his head, but now he is a systematic person, if he still encounters trouble, then don't mess around.

Seeing that Song Ming still didn't give up, the fat man continued to persuade: "Brother Ming, let me tell you this, our school has a taekwondo club, you know, right? Qin Hao is the vice president." ”

"It's not that he's a guy, but it's still accurate to deal with Internet addicted teenagers like us. ”

"He's good at physical fighting, we're suitable for mental combat, it's not a channel at all, can't do it?"

"Here, punch me. Song Ming pointed to his chest, and said coldly.

"Are you okay, Brother Ming?" the fat man was confused: "Did you burn out your brain when you were hospitalized?"

"Don't talk nonsense, if you are told to hit you, you will fight. Song Ming straightened up and looked serious: "Hit with ten percent of your strength." ”

"Then I'm really fighting. ”

The fat man hadn't known Song Ming for a day or two, and when he saw that he suddenly became so serious, he had to do it.

Standing up, he moved his arm twice, and the fat man punched his round fist at Song Ming's chest.

Bang!

After a muffled sound, Song Ming's body just shook, but it was a fat man, covering his hands and screaming.

"Ah--- it's killing me---" The fat man covered his hands and shook them around: "Brother Ming, you are so yin, you actually have a steel plate in your clothes!"

“......”

Song Ming was shocked, the fat man's painful wailing did not look like he was pretending, it seemed that the anti-armor counterattack effect was even better than expected.

Although the fat man's combat effectiveness is average, he has always had rough skin and thick meat, and now he is in pain like this, if it were Qin Hao, he should not be able to stand it well.

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Three days later, Song Ming came to the sports institute as promised.

Qin Hao, who had been waiting for a long time, led Song Ming to a closed basketball hall, and when he entered, a large number of people were already standing in the hall.

"Big guy, look, our warriors are coming!" I don't know who shouted, and the scene instantly boiled.

"Even our brother Qin Hao dares to challenge, buddy, show or you show!

"Brother Qin Hao, remember to press the time later, we still have something to be busy! Is three minutes enough? Not enough to add another minute to you!"

The whole stadium booed, as if Song Ming's beating was already a sure thing.

"Alright, let's be quiet!"

A middle-aged man in a practice uniform stood up and controlled the scene: "Everyone, I am the judge of this competition, before the competition starts, I will briefly read out the rules of the competition. ”

"First, during the competition, it is not allowed to attack the opponent's vital parts, and the offender will be judged to lose. ”

"Second, if either side loses combat effectiveness or verbally admits defeat, the other side shall be deemed to win, and both sides shall be asked to point to the end. ”

"Now, the crowd of onlookers should disperse, and the players on both sides are ready to take their seats!"

The referee made a gesture to enter, and after a while, only Song Ming and Qin Hao were left in the middle of the field.

"Game on!"

As soon as the referee gave the order, Qin Hao quickly put on the standard starting hand pose of taekwondo, and the small broken steps on his feet also took steps, and he soon entered the fighting state.

On the other hand, in the Song and Ming dynasties, the pestle was like a wooden stake in place, motionless.

"Why, you were too scared to move before you started?" Qin Hao twisted his neck and sneered, "Wasn't you very capable before?"

"That's a lot of nonsense. Song Ming took the lead and smashed forward with a straight fist.

With his current mental strength, it is only enough for the thorn anti-armor to last for half an hour, and he must fight quickly.

"You really don't know how many pounds and taels you have!"

After all, he was a layman, and Song Ming's loose punch was ridiculous in Qin Hao's eyes, and there was not even any threat at all.

Deftly flashed to the side, Qin Hao slapped Song Ming's back fiercely, kicking him all over.

"Does this kid want to laugh at me? The dish is so outrageous, he actually dares to argue with Brother Qin Hao---

"Brother Qin Hao, stop teasing people, blame the pitiful, let him die happily!"

Song Ming's deflated meal caused laughter from the audience, but Qin Hao couldn't laugh at all at the moment.

Instead of keeping his hand on the previous kick, he did his best, after all, a knockout is a man's romance.

As a result, instead of being knocked down, Song Ming was in hot pain on the back of his foot.

"Is this kid made of iron plates?" Qin Hao unconsciously had such a thought in his heart.

"I heard that people who practice taekwondo are very good at leg skills, and you are also a black belt master, is that level?" Song Ming shook his head in disappointment: "It's not that I'm laughing at you, the old man who kicks three wheels downstairs has stronger legs and feet than you." ”

"You're looking for death!"

Qin Hao's eyes widened angrily, and a hook punch swept straight at Song Ming's face.

Song Ming subconsciously raised his hand to block, but Qin Hao changed his move temporarily, staring at Song Ming's abdomen that lacked defense, and slammed into it with a top knee.

Bang---

Song Ming's body bent into a shrimp, and Qin Hao seized this excellent opportunity to attack, and a set of combination techniques beckoned up like a storm.

Elbows, hooks, uppercuts, side kicks......

Qin Hao used almost all the moves he could use, and he now had only one thought in his heart: Song Ming!

With the last whirlwind kick falling, Song Ming's body fell heavily to the ground, and he was about to lose his combat effectiveness.

"What if you're an iron plate? Lao Tzu can still break you!"

Qin Hao gestured a disdainful middle finger towards Song Ming, who was lying on the ground, and the pain coming from all over his body was not worth mentioning in the face of victory.

Just when Qin Hao thought that he had a chance to win, Song Ming got up again in front of everyone.

"I've given you a chance like this, why are you useless?" Song Ming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said with hatred: "The fat man told me that you have been learning taekwondo since you were seven years old, and you have learned this after more than ten years, I can't scold you for being stupid, right?"