When the five wins were achieved, Wen Qinghan left the ring, and then the court was quiet again.

However, Wen Qinghan sat next to a person in the stands after retiring, and then looked at Lin Ziyue and Zhang Jing from time to time, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

"Tutor, are the remaining academies in your class still fighting? If we don't fight, we're ready to disperse. Such a voice came from among the senior students of Cangjie Academy.

The instructor was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the remaining students in the stands.

I thought that Zhang Jing, who made a big disturbance at school a few days ago, might challenge the top two, but after beating Wen Qinghan, it seemed that she had lost interest, and as for the others, they all stood still.

Seeing that no one responded to his gaze, the tutor shook his head: "I'm afraid that's it, the ranking of Class A should be updated with the current result." ”

Hearing this, the seniors got up one after another and prepared to leave.

When the senior got up, Lin Ziyue wanted to follow the crowd, but was pulled by Zhang Jing, and there were only fifty-one people sitting in the stands except for the tutor of class A.

He flashed to the field and looked in the direction of Zhang Jing and Lin Ziyue, his eyes like torches: "The one next to you looks very raw, why don't I remember that there is this person in our class?"

Although he didn't say who he was asking, Zhang Jing knew that he was asking himself.

"Asimov, what do you mean?" Zhang Jing sat up and looked at him in the arena, a little displeased.

Asimov, who is also the head of Class A, is not a nosy person on weekdays, and his relationship with Wen Qinghan is not close, Zhang Jing is a little puzzled why he would help him out at this time.

The tutor of class A actually discovered Lin Ziyue a long time ago, but Lin Ziyue did not affect the progress of the ranking battle, but just sat on the sidelines and watched, so he didn't care about him.

"Since I'm sitting here, I think I'm also an anomaly, watching other people perform hard for so long, shouldn't I calculate the money for watching the play? Asimov didn't pay attention to Zhang Jing, just stared at Lin Ziyue motionlessly.

A few people in the senior class, who had already left their seats, quietly sat back, after all, they had a secret bracelet, even they couldn't detect Lin Ziyue's ability, but their intuition told them that it was not ordinary people who could sit next to Zhang Jing safely and be so intimate.

Since the video of Zhang Jing and Lin Ziyue's battle against Lin Ziyue a month ago was popular in the forum of Cangjie Academy, Zhang Jing has become a celebrity in the academy.

On the one hand, because of the strength she showed in the video, the talent of the three elemental affinities, which also includes the advanced element and the divine element, which is a rare genius in the moon and star, and she has broken through to the D level in the first stage of cultivation, and her strength under the comprehensive should not be weaker than that of people after Class C of the second grade.

Moreover, Zhang Jing has a beautiful appearance, a good posture, and good deeds revealed her identity as Zhang Dong's daughter, and the name of the underworld princess has been quietly put on her body.

Zhang Jing wanted to say something, but was stopped by Lin Ziyue.

Taking off the uniform of Cangjie Academy to show off his strength, Lin Ziyue stood up and walked to the ring in the center of the hall on foot: "What do you want to calculate?"

Lin Ziyue is not a person who likes to cause trouble, and his previous words to stimulate Wen Qinghan can only be regarded as a little bad taste for him, but if he doesn't go out now, he is worried that Zhang Jing will have another conflict with the person in front of him.

"That's it, although I don't have much opinion, but as the class president, I still have to give an explanation to the other students, you have watched the play for a morning, accompany me to play, there is no problem, right?" Asimov's eyes showed a look of excitement, he had naturally watched Zhang Jing's battle video in the school forum, and the figure of the person fighting against her was eight or nine points similar to Lin Ziyue in front of him.

The tutor wanted to open his mouth to stop it, after all, looking at Lin Ziyue's appearance, he should be the same age as these students, although he couldn't explore his cultivation, but Asimov had broken through the D-level for more than a month, and his cultivation speed among the freshmen was already a leader, he was worried that the gap between the two in the battle was too big, and Lin Ziyue was injured by mistake, which affected Asimov's future greatly.

Unexpectedly, Lin Ziyue responded after hearing this, and then he had no intention of signing the contract, so he put his hand in front of him, ready to accept it.

A hint of discoloration flashed in Asimov's eyes, Lin Ziyue's behavior revealed that he was not a student of any of the Martian Ability Academies, after all, any Martian Ability, before fighting someone, the first reaction was to sign a contract, could it be from the Moon Star? Asimov thought in his heart, but he did not hesitate at all, but the fighting spirit was even more victorious.

Seeing Lin Ziyue's confident look, Zhang Jing had to shake her head, although she had been bullying Lin Ziyue since she was a child, she knew that Lin Ziyue was the same as herself, a person who never admitted defeat, otherwise she would not have traveled thousands of miles to Dixing after losing the election.

As for his strength, Zhang Jing is not too worried, although Asimov is the squad leader and the head of Class A, his ability cultivation and her are actually between the best.

After setting up the posture, Lin Ziyue subconsciously entered the second field of vision, and then he was stunned, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously showed a smile: "I fight with him here with my father, will it be a little bit of an advantage for him..."

But in Asimov's opinion, the smile on the corner of Lin Ziyue's mouth was a little mocking, and his face was gloomy: "Sure enough, as Wen Qinghan said, he is a conceited and stupid person..."

Thinking about it, Asimov was the first to move!

His body was like the wind, and his feet came to Lin Ziyue's eyes next, closing his legs, straightening his body, and punching, and his movements were as standard and stable as the mechanical version.

Since Asimov didn't use his ability, Lin Ziyue naturally wouldn't break the tacit understanding.

Seeing a punch coming, Lin Ziyue did not dodge or dodge, waved his left hand to block it, and then took Asimov's middle door straight away.

Asimov took advantage of the situation to turn around and defuse Lin Ziyue's attack with an elbow blow, and then took another step to close the distance and fight him closely.

The fists and feet were exchanged, and Lin Zi was getting more and more comfortable fighting, and the essence in his eyes became more and more victorious.

This is the experience accumulated from fighting against Bai Shaoqin and Hai Xin countless times in the academy, and Lin Ziyue knows what angle to use to meet the impact and then take advantage of the situation to attack in such a close combat.

Asimov's physique is very strong, although he is not as good as Xu Zhi, but at least he is at the same level as himself and Bai Shaoqin.

It seems that the battle between the Martian supernaturals is still to see who has the stronger body and who is faster, and his own attack hit Asimov almost to the flesh, and he didn't see him make any moves or unload, all of which made the body hard.

Asimov, on the other hand, frowned, although he had hit the man in front of him with every blow, but the touch of his fists and feet told him that the blow inflicted on him was actually far less powerful than his own.

"We can't go on like this. Asimov said in his heart, it is himself who suffers if he continues to fight like this, in his eyes, the more Lin Zi is a good fighter who specializes in martial arts, and he is inferior to one line in hand-to-hand combat, then he will find a way back in ability.

The two of them fought each other, and then each flew away and opened up the distance.

"Why, that kid who doesn't know where he came from doesn't seem to be weak. In the stands, the remaining seniors talked in low voices, although they didn't know what Lin Ziyue's slight adjustment of his body was when he was attacked in hand-to-hand combat with Asimov, but from the results of the two fights, it seems that Asimov suffered a secret loss in hand-to-hand combat.

"It should be a hard stubble, you look at the hidden bracelet on his left hand, the one who needs to hide the abnormal energy, could it be a newcomer in the inner courtyard or the middle courtyard?"

"It's hard to say, but it's very likely, we'll see if we can cast the ability. ”

"Hmm..."

Back in the field, Asimov and Lin Ziyue distanced themselves, his body surged, his hands clasped in front of him, forming a handprint, and a solid line of fire shot out from his palm, attacking Lin Ziyue.

Lin Ziyue tapped the ground with his toes, and a stone slab more than two meters high and one foot thick suddenly rose in front of him, blocking all the fire lines.

Everyone was stunned, the slate technique is the most common of E-level abilities, but usually the slate in the hand of the ability is only one meter high, three or five centimeters thick, but the scale of the slate in front of Lin Ziyue can almost be regarded as a C-level ability rock barrier.

Not only others, but even Lin Ziyue himself didn't expect that the earth elements filled in the second vision also attracted a lot of elemental molecules near them when they gathered under his control, which also caused the alien energy that actually made up the slate technique to be a lot more than normal, but this was too much...

Asimov faced the slab head-on, not seeing its thickness, and although he heard the sound of gasps coming from the stands, he was not affected.

After blocking the line of fire, the slate crumbled and fell to the ground, but it was absorbed by the ground after a while, taking advantage of the gap when the slate blocked his vision, Asimov secretly accumulated, and in the blind corner of Lin Ziyue's vision, a whirlwind with some electric light was quietly condensing.

The ice picks with electric arcs, the fireballs that seemed to explode in flight, flew out from between Asimov's hands, drawing two arcs, one left and one right, and flew towards Lin Ziyue.

Seeing the two elemental balls, one blue and one red, flying towards him, Lin Ziyue was not panicked, his hands crossed in front of him, and his left and right palms also flashed with two-color abilities.

The scorching flames melted the ice picks, and the arcs on them were quietly dissolved by a trace of wood hidden in the flames, while the water sprayed from the other palm was also mixed with small stones to break through the fireball, and also shattered the ice flakes used to detonate the fireball.

The two silent defusing offensives made Asimov's expression solemn, and in the face of Lin Zi's more and more watertight defense, he was a little confused about where to start.

And now on the bright side, Lin Ziyue has exposed three kinds of earth, water, fire, and three elemental affinity attributes, although he has two advanced attributes of ice and thunder, but in fact, he is not superior.