Doubt.

Indissoluble.

Even, Bridge, at this moment, was already a little stunned.

Stunned, this is a big taboo between battles.

But, Bridge, he doesn't care anymore.

If he can't react to such an attack, then what's the matter if he is stunned?

How can the opponent take advantage of this to attack?

......

Time is fleeting.

Bridge's attack is already approaching.

At this time, Beauval was still motionless, but at the corner of his mouth, a strange smile was raised.

"I'm actually looked down upon?"

"On the battlefield, being stunned is a big taboo."

"So, that Bridge, it's not good!"

I said secretly in my heart.

With that, Beauval slowly stepped back.

The next moment, Bridge attacked, attacked.

However, his blow could not hurt Beauval.

This blow, he missed.

Bridge, however, was not surprised at all, and even had a slight hint of joy on his face.

"I ...... How did I get this far? ”

"I was able to retract my strength and slow down in the attack, so it seems that my strength has made a big breakthrough."

At this moment, Bridge's he didn't notice at all, and his blow didn't actually change anything.

There are changes, just Beauval.

Only, Beauval, took a few steps back to the rear.

That's why Bridge, the shot missed.

In this world, there are coincidences everywhere.

This time, it was a coincidence that caused Bridge, and the audience on the field, to be misunderstood.

......

It's just that Beauval didn't expect that this misunderstanding would make the audience under the arena more excited and excited.

"Bridge! Bridge! Bridge! ”

"Bridge! Bridge! Bridge! ”

Cry, break through the sky.

The cries, throughout the arena, were deafening.

Faced with this scene, Bridge's face flushed, and while he was excited, he didn't forget to wave his hand again.

Gesture to the spectators in the arena.

Sure enough, in this world, only strength is the only one.

This feeling made Bridge deeply trapped and unable to extricate himself.

The spiritual enjoyment is comparable to drugs.

No, it should be said, more lethal than drugs.

......

The whole person is directly cool to the soles of the feet.

Suddenly, Bridge shifted his gaze back to Beauval, who was on the field.

He, with a proud face, clenched his fists, feeling as if it was much stronger, and spoke.

"Ten moves!"

"Although, your strength is too weak."

"I will, after ten moves, defeat you, so that you will not lose face."

"We're the same academy, and I won't embarrass you too much."

Bridge's words.

made the audience, off the field, climax again.

It's just that his words surprised Boval, who was also still on the field.

Originally, Beauval believed that a person could not be so blindly confident.

However, Beauval found himself wrong.

The world is so big, there are no wonders, what are the blind and confident people, it is estimated that there will be even more strange people.

"Ten moves?"

"I didn't do anything, I really thought I was a soft persimmon!"

"That's it! That's it! ”

"In that case, since you are pretending to be like this, don't blame me for slapping you in the face."

Thinking of this, Beauval looked at Bridge, a faint smile on his face.

The next moment, Beauval stretched out a hand and raised three fingers.

"Three moves!"

"I'll give you three moves!"

"You give me face, I can't fall your face, after three moves, I will defeat you again."

......

On the field, Beauval stopped and stood against the wind.

The somewhat tattered student robe fluttered slowly in the breeze.

Suddenly, on Beauval's body, a high-ranking aura slowly diffused like this.

Countless people, affected by it, shut their mouths.

Beauval.

Bridge.

Originally, everyone thought that Beauvar would win between the two.

But, now it seems, the outcome is not so easy to predict.

Bridge, as an outstanding cadet in the Army Academy, has extremely strong strength and a very strong physique.

Beauval, though no one knows what it is capable of.

However, just this hand on the field made countless people feel unclear.

This feeling is inherent.

The real strength still depends on the performance on the field, and there are many foreign and foreign powerhouses in this world.

Who knows, Beauval, if he's one of those people!

......

"Three moves?"

On the field, Bridges felt as if something was wrong with her ears.

His opponent, the man named Beauval, actually said that he wanted to make three moves?

Underestimated?

Let him make three moves, this sentence is simply a joke in the eyes of Bridge.

In the General Academy of the Army, his strength can be regarded as top-notch.

He, Bridge, needs someone else to make it?

No, he doesn't need to.

However, since his opponent, Beauval is so blindly confident.

Bridge, bound to let his opponent, know what it means to converge.

Know what it means to have people in this world.

Think of it this way.

Bridge, clenching his fists again, his eyes revealing a strong fighting intent.

This time, Bridge's got serious.

Let him make three moves?

Hehe, he Bridge, decided to let his opponent Beauval-lose with just one move.

Charging up and rushing forward, Bridges threw a punch.

This punch was extremely powerful, and the fist rubbed against the air, causing a sharp sound to sound.

In this way, Bridge, still did not use all his strength.

This is only his fifth-layer strength.

He knew that his five-layer strength was enough to break through mountains and stones, and he had terrifying power.

If the opponent's strength is insufficient, he can even smash the flesh with one punch.

It's just that the strength of this punch is really effective against Beauvar?

......

"Is that all there is to it?"

"Bridge, you don't look like you're doing that well!"

On the field, Beauvar glanced at Bridge, feeling the oncoming punch.

He raised his thin right hand and leaned forward slightly.

Bridge, the punchbag-sized fist, suddenly lost all his strength.

One step, it is difficult to move forward.

Only then did Bridge, finally frowning slightly.

At first, he just thought that Beauval only had some strength.

Now it seems that the attempt is far beyond his imagination.

Beauval, actually blocking his strength on the fifth floor, is amazing, really amazing.

He, Bridge, was a cadet at the pinnacle of the Army Academy.

Strength, naturally, is needless to say.

The power of the fifth layer is blocked, and the opponent is already proud enough.

......

The punch was unsuccessful, and Bridge didn't care in the slightest.

He took a few steps back.

His eyes became more and more serious, and his expression no longer had any contempt.

"You're very good, and you have the qualifications to let me do my best."

"However, you have to be prepared, if I use all my strength, that strength will definitely not be easily blocked."

。 m.