The sixth day of the tournament is also the last day of the tournament.

Early in the morning, when Wang Po came to the gymnasium, he had been told by Instructor Lei that he had a competition this morning and a competition in the afternoon.

Originally only half of the seats in the stadium were filled, today, the entire stadium is full, and even in the corridors there are spectators standing to watch.

There were more middle-aged officers and older officers in the audience, and the momentum of those officers was all big men who had been in high positions for a long time.

"My colleague, Dai Xiaorui, a well-known supporter of military programs, came to the scene and asked us to welcome Miss Dai's arrival. The voice of the base's female supporter rang out over the stereo.

"Dai Xiaorui is here! My goddess, where is it?"

"Goddess Dai is here!"

The gymnasium immediately caused a commotion.

The audience turned their heads to find Dai Xiaorui's figure.

In the center of the third row of the gymnasium, the quiet Dai Xiaorui sat with three female sergeants in military uniforms.

Dai Xiaorui got up and gave a military salute to the audience behind her.

Those male viewers were intoxicated, and Dai Xiaorui, who was dressed in a military uniform, had a special taste.

Dai Xiaorui was born in the art troupe, used to be a drama actor, and later changed careers to enter the military channel as a host, and later worked as a host on major TV channels in the Shang and Zhou regions.

She is the host of the roots, and her background in the art troupe makes her the host who broadcasts the statement before 1 a.m. every day.

The hostess of the base has never been seen, she just began to introduce some of the heavyweights who are here on the radio.

Wang Po is not a person from the military affairs system, he doesn't know a heavyweight except Dai Xiaorui, but he can see from the shocked faces of those sergeants that the names spoken by the hostess must be the names of big people.

Perhaps because Wang Po's popularity is very high, the first competition on the last day of the big competition was a competition between Wang Po and Zhang Wenqiang.

The gymnasium was full, and today's competition was a grand event for people in the military, affairs, and sports departments, and Wang Po couldn't help but look solemn.

Zhang Wenqiang, a capable sergeant, walked to the test field and saluted the spectators in all directions.

With a knife-cut face, a straight body, and even meticulous walking, this is Zhang Wenqiang, a strong man trained by the military base, and he is the mold of a standard military man.

When they see Zhang Wenqiang, the people can see the appearance of a soldier, and Zhang Wenqiang is a standard soldier.

Zhang Wenqiang wears boxing gloves in both hands, he is good at boxing, he is also the champion of the boxing competition in the 1912 military and the ground for three consecutive years, and he is also the vice president of the boxing exchange meeting in the army.

Zhang Wenqiang's eyes were level at Wang Po, who was walking towards the test venue.

Wang Po put the piano case on the side of the test room, walked to the opposite side of Zhang Wenqiang empty-handed, and stood upright.

Zhang Wenqiang gave a military salute to Wang Po.

Wang Po was embarrassed, and he had no choice but to give a Young Pioneer salute.

"Haha! Wang Po is so funny!" the students all laughed.

Even the sergeants, the officers, smiled.

The fans in the live broadcast room also laughed back and forth.

Zhang Wenqiang looked at Wang Po, showed his boxing gloves, and said, "My boxing gloves are my weapons." You can use your Guan Gong knife. ”

"You don't need Guan Gong Knife, is it okay?" Wang Po can't take the piano case to the changing room to take out Guan Gong Knife now, if he takes out Guan Gong Knife from the void on the spot, it will be strange if he is not pulled into the laboratory to slice and study.

Zhang Wenqiang's expression was solemn: "No, you don't need to Guan Gongdao, others think that you didn't do your best to compete." I don't want to win against you, and be talked about. ”

Wang Po grimaced, he pondered for a while, put his hand into his trouser pocket, and took out the shroud.

In an instant, a gloomy aura swept through the gymnasium.

"The air conditioner is turned on too much, it's so cold!" Some audience members shuddered, thinking that the air conditioner was turned on too much, and they didn't pay much attention to it.

Zhang Wenqiang felt as if he was standing in the ice and snow, trembling with cold, and staring at the shroud wrapped around Wang Po's hand with a hint of horror.

Call!

A gust of wind blew.

Wang Po wrapped the shroud.

Zhang Wenqiang looked at Wang Po with a firm gaze, his fists exuded a monstrous fist intent, and his fist gloves were wrapped in a ball of true qi.

In the eyes of the audience, Zhang Wenqiang seemed to have turned into a tiger.

Rumble!

Zhang Wenqiang punched, and the punch actually hit a sonic boom, which shows how terrifying the punch is.

Wang Po's bland punch slammed into Zhang Wenqiang's fist.

Yes!

Zhang Wenqiang screamed in his heart, he found that his fist strength and the true qi released were swallowed up by the cold qi that rushed out of the shroud on Wang Po's fist, and what was even more terrifying was that the cold qi that rushed out of the shroud entered his meridians along his fist, devouring the true qi in his dantian and the blood qi in his whole body.

One punch!

Did you lose to your opponent with one punch?

Zhang Wenqiang had a bitter face, and his heart was even more bitter, he was a martial artist who had high hopes for the military, he was the first person in the 1912 military, and he was so ashamed to lose in the hands of a high school student.

The audience in the audience was surprised, Wang Po and Zhang Wenqiang punched each other, and both of them stood there without moving, what the hell is the situation.

Syllable!

Zhang Wenqiang, who was exhausted of blood, only felt that his body was weak and fell directly to the ground.

"What's the situation?"

"Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on at the scene?"

Everyone was stunned.13

The medical staff immediately ran to the test site with a stretcher.

Zhang Wenqiang said weakly: "Blood...."

"Blood transfusion?" asked one doctor.

Zhang Wenqiang almost cried.

Wang Po, who was stunned, knew that Zhang Wenqiang was running out of blood qi, and immediately said, "Give him a blood qi pill." ”

In the scene just now, Wang Po didn't expect that the shroud actually sucked up the true qi and blood in Zhang Wenqiang's body, and almost killed Zhang Wenqiang, Wang Po swore that he would try not to take out such an evil thing as the shroud in the future, if it weren't for Zhang Wenqiang's strong physique, if he died on the spot in the test field, he wouldn't be able to get out of it.

A high-profile competition is over like this, and it's over with one punch?

There are three big question marks in everyone's mind.

The leaders of the military and local bases were even more full of cold sweat, and there were so many big names in the army, and the first competition ended so hastily, for fear of making those big guys unhappy.

"Hurry up, have the second game, and let Juqiang and Xi Wei play. "The leaders of the military and local bases immediately came to the rescue.

Wang Po left the test room.

The competition between the top 10 of the big competition, ranked tenth, and Xi Wei, who ranked second, began.

Finally, there was a competition that satisfied the audience, which lasted for half an hour, and the two martial artists fought very interestingly, which made the audience at the scene and the audience in the live broadcast room very satisfied.