I don't know if the average strength of the seventh battalion is really strong this time, or if it is too lucky. At the end of the fifth round, the Seventh Battalion contestant who played in the fifth round narrowly beat the only remaining player in the sixth battalion.

And Duan Dayong fought hard with the last remaining player in the fifth battalion, and finally won.

At the end of the five rounds, there were only three players left, Liu Meng from the seventh battalion and the player who won the fifth round, and Duan Dayong from the eighth battalion.

This also means that in order to win the final victory, Duan Dayong must defeat two players from the 7th Battalion in a row, which is too favorable for the 7th Battalion.

"Damn, the monk has to fight two games in a row, who made the bird rules, isn't this a wheel war? It's so unfair! Before the sixth round of the match began, Qiu Zhao was heard shouting in the viewing area.

"And Liu Meng of the seventh battalion is likely to play in the last round, which means that even if Monk Duan wins in the sixth round, he will have to face Liu Meng, who has rested for two rounds and adjusted his state to the best and has the strongest combat power." Qiu Zhao had just finished shouting, and another voice sounded on the side, but it was Gao Yong, who had just been eliminated and returned to the viewing area.

"Huh? You also call him a monk, this relationship seems to be getting closer a little fast! Hearing Gao Yong call Duan Dayong a monk, Qiu Zhao was obviously a little surprised.

"Why, you can't scream me? How can I say that Monk Duan and I are already colleagues who have fought together! Gao Yong glanced at Qiu Zhao, revealing a look of disdain.

When Gao Yong said this, Qiu Zhao's words froze, and he wanted to refute but couldn't find any reason for a while. I thought to myself, this is really a no-fight and no acquaintance, two days ago, the two of them were blowing their beards and staring, how could they become comrades in the blink of an eye?

"Since they are in the same battalion, they are naturally comrades." Wang Lang smiled slightly, and couldn't help but think of the bloody years in the Qin army in the past.

Before he finished speaking, he heard someone behind him laugh loudly: "Well said, I now feel that being in the same barracks is no longer so strange." ”

The three of them looked back at the same time when they heard the sound, but it was Xiao Jie, who lived in the same camp.

As soon as Xiao Jie's words came out, Qiu Zhao and Gao Yong couldn't help but smile, and at the same time they felt a sense of closeness that they had never felt before, and the monotonous and depressing trial life suddenly had a little vitality.

Just when a few people felt comfortable, the broken voice of Xu Chengye, the instructor of the seventh battalion, rang out out at an inopportune time: "Yo, I didn't expect that you people from the eighth battalion could stay until the end, it's a big surprise!" Lao Lu, you have a long face now. ”

I saw Xu Chengye boasting about the eighth battalion in his mouth, but his eyes were full of triumph, as if he was saying that your eighth battalion could survive to the sixth round, but it was just luck.

"It's you with a long face, Xu Chengye!" Lu Lijun looked unceremonious, and said with a mocking tone in his mouth.

"Hehe, where is it, it's just that we have a lot of good seedlings in the seventh battalion, and it is reasonable to win the game, so it can't be said that there is no long face, it will come naturally!" Speaking of this, Xu Chengye was even more proud.

Suddenly, Lu Lijun turned his head to Xu Chengye and lowered his voice and said, "Yo, Lao Xu, you and my brothers can just talk about it, if it is heard by the people in the first three battalions, it will be laughed off." ”

"Lu Lijun, what do you mean?" Xu Chengye, who was originally proud, was immediately pulled down by Lu Lijun when he said this.

"It's not interesting, it's just that if you have good seedlings, it's better to keep a low profile, so as not to spread it out and make people laugh." Lu Lijun said with a smile.

"How did I make people laugh?" Xu Chengye was already slightly angry, and asked Lu Lijun.

However, Lu Lijun ignored him and just looked back at the arena.

Lu Lijun's unclear half-sentence made Xu Chengye have a seizure, so he could only say angrily with a blue face: "Hmph, don't just talk about it, wait for the real chapter to be seen under your hands." It's just that Xu Chengye's ridicule still hasn't been ignored by Lu Lijun.

After a short two-minute break, the sixth round of the tournament began quickly.

As expected, the seventh battalion was still the player who won the fifth round, this person was smaller, but he had a spirit in his eyes and capable movements, and he was a difficult opponent to deal with at first glance.

Duan Dayong was still silent, and his cold face showed a calm character.

The two entered the arena separately, and in this battle, was the seventh battalion won in one fell swoop, thus winning the final victory, or was the eighth battalion counterattacking and winning to obtain further promotion qualifications? All the soldiers of the last five battalions watched with their eyes.

While everyone was holding their breath, the player in the seventh camp moved first.

As soon as he saw his feet forced, the person flew up, and with a bend of his arm, he came up with a bent elbow strike, hitting Duan Dayong's chest.

Duan Dayong was not in a hurry or impatient, he let out a low shout, made a sound with his strength, put his hands together, made a cross block, and then lifted it up, and bounced the opponent back to the same place.

Seeing that the blow did not work, the opponent immediately leaned down and crouched, swept across the ground with his right foot, and made a move to sweep the tangtang.

Seeing this, Duan Dayong's whole body rose into the air, his arms were spread, and he swept towards the top of the opponent's head with one move Dapeng spread his wings, and at the same time crossed his legs and attacked the opponent's top door.

The opponent knows that Duan Dayong's move is amazing, the crossed legs can be kicked and topped, if he blocks with both hands, Duan Dayong can change from cross-legged bent legs to straight kicks. If he wants to kick straight with his legs with both hands, Duan Dayong can continue to cross his knees against his head.

At this moment, the opponent lay down on the ground, and when he came, he rolled on the spot, and rolled out before Duan Dayong attacked.

With a "tom", Duan Dayong's burly body fell to the ground, setting off a strong wind, and the other party had already rolled five or six heels and landed in the distance.

Although the eighteen rolls on this place are a little ugly, they are extremely practical, and although the opponent is covered in dust, he has dodged Duan Dayong's powerful blow.

With the development of the offensive between the two sides, Duan Dayong's opponent was slightly weaker in terms of combat power, strength, and speed.

It's just that Duan Dayong's opponent is quite cunning, and he tries not to fight hard with Duan Dayong, and at the critical moment, he always rolls on the spot with one move, and then dodges away.

"Damn, this kid is a rat, he's hiding everywhere on the field, can he still fight well?" Qiu Zhao, who was watching the battle, saw that Duan Dayong couldn't take down his opponent for a while, so he began to curse and scold.

"He's draining the monk's physical energy to create more certainty for them to win the final game of the seventh battalion." Xiao Jie, who was sitting on the side, pointed out the real purpose of the player.

"Don't worry, this person has already consumed too much in the previous round of battles, and he can't last a few rounds." Wang Lang said calmly.

As Wang Lang expected, after a few more moves on the field, the player in the seventh battalion began to slow down, the breathing in his mouth gradually became heavy, his head was sweating profusely, and the signs of lack of physical strength were very obvious.

On the other hand, although Duan Dayong consumed a lot, he still walked calmly and shot fiercely, and he couldn't see a trace of physical failure.

Finally, after a stick of incense, the player in the seventh battalion was exhausted by Duan Dayong to find an opportunity, and a shoulder collision pushed the man out of the field and won the victory.

Although Duan Dayong won the sixth round, the situation is not optimistic. Just before Duan Dayong sat down in the waiting area to catch his breath, the two-minute break came in the blink of an eye, only to see the host of the major rank announce the official start of the final decisive round.

"Damn, this rule is so unfair, you see that the monk doesn't even have time to breathe." Seeing that the decisive round had begun, Qiu Zhaoming, who was in the viewing area, was uneven.

"Now that the rules have been set, it's useless to say more, I hope Monk Duan still has enough physical reserves." Xiao Jie said worriedly.

At this time, Duan Dayong and Liu Meng stood face to face, both sides stared at each other, only to hear Liu Meng say loudly: "Duan Dayong, although we have the fate reported on the same day, I will not show mercy in the decisive round." ”

"That's the best, I want to see where my limits are?" Duan Dayong took a deep breath and adjusted the breath in his lower body.

"In that case, don't blame me for not giving you time to breathe." After speaking, Liu Meng suddenly made a move and grabbed Duan Dayong's chest.

Seeing that Liu Meng's hand was strong and fierce, Duan Dayong leaned back, and at the same time, he made a mistake and dodged away.

However, although both of them moved extremely fast, they did not launch an attack.

Similar to the sixth round, just now Duan Dayong attacked, and his opponent dodged, but now it is Liu Meng who attacks, and Duan Dayong chooses to dodge.

The reason why Duan Dayong did not choose to attack was that on the one hand, Liu Meng was indeed a little higher than him in terms of combat power, so that on the other hand, in the case of continuous fighting, his physical strength would be consumed more than Xiao Jie and others guessed.

However, Liu Meng did not give him this opportunity, relying on two rounds of rest in a row to recover his physical strength to the best opportunity, and the shot was a set of combination punches.

That stormy attack didn't give Duan Dayong a chance to breathe at all, forcing Duan Dayong to retreat again and again, only having the power to parry.

Seeing that Duan Dayong was resisting and retreating, he had already come to the edge of the field, as long as Liu Meng threw another punch, Duan Dayong would be knocked out of the field and forced to admit defeat.

At this moment, he only heard Duan Dayong shouting, and took the initiative to attack Liu Meng for the first time in the decisive round.

Seeing this, Liu Meng was not worried and happy, he was afraid that Duan Dayong would dodge and refuse to take it hard, at this time, Duan Dayong and his hard fight were exactly what he wanted, and Duan Dayong had been forced to the edge of the field, and a hard fight with him would definitely be shocked out of the field by the force of the rebound.

So Liu Meng also punched a straight punch, and collided with Duan Dayong's punch with a "whew".

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