"Well, then be careful yourself. Wang Teng hesitated for a moment, but still said so.

He wanted to persuade Han Zhu, but he couldn't beat and admit defeat, but after thinking about it, he didn't say anything in the end.

There are some things that only he can decide, and he can't interfere with anything.

A man's battle never needs to be interfered with.

Moments later, Ring 12 ended the race.

Han Zhu slowly stood up, holding a vajra long stick, and didn't say anything to Wang Teng, and walked straight to the No. 12 ring.

On the other end, Zhao Yuanwu had a faint smile on his face, as if he didn't take this game seriously in his eyes at all, and he was extremely confident.

Also came to the ring.

"Play, let's go!"

The referee gave the order.

Han Zhu didn't hesitate, the long stick waved, the earth force condensed on it, and the shadow of the stick shrouded Zhao Yuanwu.

Zhao Yunwu looked quite calm, holding a war knife, and on the fire force condensation knife, he swung Han Zhu's stick strike.

He's a fire-type martial artist!

The long stick collided with the sword, bursting out of sparks.

Rumble!

The huge force on the long stick made Zhao Yuanwu's heart tighten, and he found that he had underestimated Han Zhu a little.

The force was like a boulder falling, and it was extremely heavy.

Every blow collided with him, causing the war knife in his hand to vibrate, and the force was transmitted to his hand, and the tiger's mouth hurt, as if it was about to be shattered.

"Get out!"

Zhao Yuanwu's face was grim, his figure flashed, he avoided Han Zhu's attack, and slashed out, and the crimson sword carried a terrifying power and slashed towards Han Zhu.

Han Zhu's eyes were solemn, and a rich yellow light instantly shone on the long stick, and he let out a deep sigh in his mouth and blocked upward.

Clang!

The blade slammed into the long stick, making a violent tremble.

Han Zhu's face changed drastically, and the huge impact made him fall backwards incessantly.

Kick, Kick!

The footsteps stepped on the ground, leaving shallow pits in the hard ring......

Blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.

Obviously, this blow had already caused Han Zhu to suffer internal injuries.

Zhao Yuanwu took advantage of the victory to pursue, and slashed over, Han Zhu hurriedly resisted, constantly retreating, and his face was faintly pale.

In just moments, he was pushed to the edge of the ring.

At this time, under this attack, his internal organs were more and more seriously injured, and the situation was very bad.

"With such a little strength, I still want to avenge others. Although Zhao Yuanwu recognized Han Zhu's strength, he was not forgiving at all, sneered, and mocked.

At the same time, the offensive became more and more intense.

Han Zhu gritted his teeth, a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes, he no longer resisted, and several times the sword qi came to his body, and he also waved the long stick regardless of it, replacing defense with offense, and fought with Zhao Yuanwu.

The two fought from the edge of the ring to the center of the ring.

After dozens of rounds of fighting, Han Zhu was still at a disadvantage even if he tried his best.

Rumble!

In a violent collision, the Force exploded, and Han Zhu flew out upside down and fell to the ground with a bang.

He slammed the long stick into the ground, stopping his backward form, but he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person staggered.

But then his feet sank, cracked the ground, and eventually ...... Stop!

And on his chest, a knife mark was extremely conspicuous.

A large amount of blood spurted out, the flesh was blurred, and the injuries were extremely serious.

Han Zhu also wanted to get up and fight again, but he found that his whole body was weak and weak, his eyes were black for a while, and he held the long stick in his hand to prevent himself from falling, and then his head hung down, and he suddenly lost consciousness.

Zhao Yuanwu strode forward, as if he wanted to attack again.

Under the ring, Wang Teng's face changed, and he wanted to rush to the ring to stop him.

At this moment, the referee blocked in front of Zhao Yuanwu, and said expressionlessly: "He has lost consciousness, you win!"

"Hmph!" Zhao Yuanwu squinted his eyes and glanced at the other party, and finally snorted coldly, so he had to give up.

......

"Whew!"

In the audience, many people noticed the battle here, and at this moment, as the battle ended, many people finally breathed out with bated breath.

Wonderful!

Intense!

This match was an eye-opener for many

The battle between Han Zhu and Zhao Yuanwu opened and closed, giving people a feeling of "this is the battle between men", which was very hot, and people couldn't help but pinch a cold sweat for both sides.

And even if Han Zhu was defeated, no one thought he was weak.

Instead, they acquiesced to Han Zhu's strong strength from the bottom of their hearts, which surpassed most of the contestants they had watched before.

"Colonel Huang Hai deserves to be a famous school, and the strength of this contestant named Han Zhu is not weak at all!"

"Of course, the Yellow Navy Academy is the number one military talent education school in China. ”

"It's a pity that I still lost to Zhao Yuanwu!"

"Hmph, I really hope someone can clean up Zhao Yuanwu's arrogant guy. ”

......

In the rest area of the Xia Du Military Academy, Luo Cheng looked at the half-kneeling figure in the ring, shook his head, and felt a little regretful.

"With the defeat of the Yellow Sea, I'm afraid we won't be able to compete with us anymore. A contestant from the Xia Du Military Academy said.

"If Han Zhu can return to the final in the repechage, maybe there will be a chance to fight. "Another humane.

"Don't let your morale go down. Luo Cheng wrapped his arms around and said lightly.

An opponent who has lost his morale is not a good opponent.

......

On the second floor of the audience, Peng Yuanshan was expressionless, and the other five deans also looked a little dignified and slowly stood up.

"I'll go down and have a look. Tong Hu said with a bad face.

"Let's go together. Su Jing and the four of them walked down with him.

"Lao Peng, even the strongest Han Zhu in your school has been defeated, and I'm afraid that this ranking will be in suspense. Yan Kang, dean of the Martial Arts College of Golden Scale University, said with a hint of schadenfreude.

"Victory and defeat are a common thing in soldiers, if you lose, you will lose, and the next martial arts competition will be fought for again, and we in the Yellow Sea cannot afford to lose. Peng Yuanshan said lightly: "Not to mention the resurrection match, with Han Zhu's strength, it is not difficult to come back." ”

"Makes sense. Yan Kang smiled and didn't say anything more, they were not enemies, and the battle of tongues would stop at the point.

In the ring.

The medical staff wanted to carry Han Zhu down for treatment, but encountered extremely embarrassing things.

They can't move Han Zhu!

Han Zhu's hands were tightly gripping the long stick, and the long stick was inserted into the ground of the ring, and he couldn't pull it out at all.

The referee stepped forward to help, wanting to break Han Zhu's hands and pull out the long stick.

As a result, he couldn't break it, and the long stick couldn't be pulled out at all.

"This ......" The referee is also a 5-star warrior, and he used all his strength at the moment, but it had no effect, and his face immediately turned a little red.

"What's going on?" the audience watched in amazement and discussed.

"It seems that in order not to fall, Han Zhu's strength in holding the long stick is probably extremely huge, and the last blow is even inserting the long stick into the ring very deeply, and even the referee can't do anything. The narrator said in surprise.

"I'll come!" At this time, Wang Teng walked over.

"Can you?" said the referee, incredulously.

"Try it. Wang Teng stepped forward, motioned for the referee to step back, and then slowly broke Han Zhu's hand.

The referee's eyes widened as he watched......