"That's good...... If a student can't win, do you need a teacher? I'm still a little confident in fighting. ”

"Since it's an academy, it's natural for students to do it. We're always ready to save people. The old woman snorted coldly and added, "Those little beasts came here with the intention of killing their hands. ”

Jiao Ming's eyebrows jumped, and there was always a sense of disobedience in these teenagers of high school age. But when I think about it, I can't find a reason to refute it.

But soon, the old woman's face turned cold, and Jiao Ming was too lazy to use qi magic to eavesdrop on the old principal's side, and asked bluntly.

"The opponent doesn't want to go heads-up as usual, they want to play a five-on-five game. ”

Jiao Ming didn't feel anything at first, but soon realized that something was wrong. In the case of a huge disparity in strength, even if there is danger in the two-person heads-up, the off-site teacher can easily admit defeat and have enough time to intervene to protect the students. However, in a five-on-five game, not only will the overall strength gap become fivefold, but the battle situation will also be more complicated, and it will be difficult to take care of it thoroughly. Coupled with the other party's murderous intentions, the slightest disappointment of the teacher outside the field is a human life.

"Is there a precedent for this?"

"Rare. ”

"If you don't win, you can't win the sky, can't you admit defeat?"

"Take a breath!" the old woman glared at Jiao Ming, very dissatisfied with this attitude of 'weakness and cowardice'.

Jiao Ming didn't want to deal with the old "woman" who was half in the ground, but after hesitating for a moment, he still raised objections. Of course, there is a part of the students who add glory to the academy, but it is too much at the cost of 'life'. That's the degree of the military. ”

"You don't know anything about the state of the academy, just look at it. ”

The old woman's expression was still ugly, and although she didn't know how much she listened, she didn't debate much, and only oppressed people with her identity. Jiao Ming sighed lightly, thinking that he was an 'outsider' after all, so he also put out his nonsense thoughts. After a while, it is good to concentrate on saving a few more people, and you can be regarded as having a clear conscience.

In this way, the old principal not far away finished talking and agreed to five people against five people, but he also cut from five teams to three teams. In fact, the old principal also offered a price code that would determine the outcome of the game, but the other party mobilized the crowd to step on his face, and this kind of 'jujube leak' was the same condition as never refused.

Jiao Ming listened to a few words of translation and mistakenly thought it was a best-of-three game, and couldn't help but be overjoyed. In the two competition groups of the lower and upper grades, if you take into account the difference in the strength of the students, or say 'you must lose', you only need to lose four games. When you think about it this way, it's really rewarding to get an extra day and a half of study time.

After listening to Dieda's further explanation, Jiao Ming realized that this competition system was actually a 'ring' system similar to an arcade fighting game, where the winner defended the fight until one team was silent. That is to say, the two groups have at least six games in total, and most of them are Jedi comebacks, which require ten games. In this way, the day-and-a-half salary is also slightly earned.

But think about it. The other party put on such a scene, and it is not easy to brag about the simple win-of-three games, one against three and a few kills and a few injuries while his own side has not lost any "hair", which has the value of propaganda and is stepping on the face.

The conditions were negotiated, there were no superfluous ceremonies and nonsense, and the two sides lined up their teams to fight. The first one was the lower grades, and the ten contestants looked like they were in the first and second years of junior high school.

As the saying goes, 'children from poor families are in charge early', even if the five students on their side didn't realize that they might die, they understood the difference in strength. This game is nothing more than going up and being beaten, one by one does not have much fighting spirit, and the eyeballs are dripping and "messy". The old woman shook her head secretly, but Jiao Ming nodded slowly.

The bell rang softly, and the five-on-five competition officially began. The battle was as everyone expected, completely one-sided. And to Jiao Ming's surprise, the children on the opposite side, who were only thirteen years old, really had the consciousness of killing, and the short sword stabbed into the neck without ambiguity. If it weren't for Jiao Ming's timely entry and healing of the trachea, it would not be as simple as coughing and choking blood, but already a human life.

But then trouble came. Because Jiao Ming rushed into the venue before the old principal shouted out to admit defeat, the other party was very dissatisfied. Jiao Ming didn't think so, this game has already 'admitted defeat', and the next game will directly punish the "sex" as a loss, and the junior group will win two out of three games. Isn't that right?

As if he had a heart, from the translation, the old principal also played a similar condition, and the other party was half angry. But the other party shouted and could only continue to fight.

"Be careful when you go back on the field, they may make a move on you. The old woman whispered to Jiao Ming and Ge Shu.

"Thanks, understood. Jiao Ming nodded. Ge Shu was stunned, asked two questions before he understood, and cursed in a low voice that the other party was a bad person.

The old woman and Jiao Ming rolled their eyes, but they didn't care much.

The second game was a senior competition, which was still five against five. The five players on their side seem to have realized that the situation is not good, and they go on the court to defend with all their might, and play very negatively. Jiao Ming thought that he would be able to hold on for a moment and admit defeat if he was seriously injured, but the opponent's earth-based six rings suddenly revealed the ability of a water-based magic warrior. Relying on a suit of armor, he rushed into his own formation against a magical attack, and with a flick of his wrist, he slashed out a fan-like light with a condensed broadsword.

Jiao Ming's heart was bad, and when the student rushed into his own team, he wanted to teleport in space, but was blocked by the qi mage watching the battle on the opposite side. When he stepped on the old principal's voice to admit defeat and ran into the field, it was already too late. In the chaotic sound of the audience, looking at the head on the ground that was cut in half like a watermelon, his whole body trembled with anger, shock and disbelief.

It seems that it is deliberately not giving a chance to rescue, this knife is powerful and heavy, but it is very accurate. One of the deceased's eyes, half of his nose, and half of his skull parted from his body and flew away from Mish. The white "colored" brain mixed with a trace of blood fell halfway, like crushed tofu dripping with a large amount of chili oil.

Obviously, this kind of 'open scoop' death method cannot be saved even if it is above the nine rings of the water system.

When Jiao Ming escorted the other four undecided students back to his side, he found that the old woman's face was very strange. stared at the young man on the other side, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Are you alright? Jiao Ming asked in a hoarse voice.

"It's fine. The old woman shook her head, replied simply, and then casually beckoned someone to collect the corpse. Obviously, he had expected the death of the man and didn't care about it, and the reason for the change in his expression was not here at all.

Jiao Ming dispelled the remaining illusions, turned his head to look at the young man who was still standing in the middle of the field, and shook his head helplessly. Then look at the audience on both sides, you are like a group of hens that have been broken into the hen by wolves, and they are talking to each other, and their expressions are full of fear. But the other party raised his arms and cheered, as if it was just the school sports meeting, and the athletes in the class won the first place.

There is no doubt that murder, at least in the ring, is not only a crime, but a glory in this city of divine grace.

"Sure enough, it's all a bunch of crazy people!" Confirming this again in his heart, Jiao Ming squatted on the edge of the field, looking at the small blood stains and the traces of the corpse being dragged out dozens of meters away, in a daze.

In the second match of the lower divisions, according to the format, the winning team remains the same. And even if there is the fatigue of fighting first, it is easy to win. However, after all, the battle was only a middle and low ring, and the intensity was limited, and after the old principal admitted defeat, Jiao Ming and Ge Shu easily protected several seriously injured people.

The lower grades were picked out by the two, and the upper grades seemed to be even more difficult to escape this fate. Jiao Ming watched the development of the fourth battle, but he only had one association, that is, the scene of "urine" on the snowdrift in winter. Of course, if you are gentle, you can also say 'devastating'.

It was only about two minutes before there was a dangerous situation, and in just five minutes, one person was seriously injured and desperately protected by his companions. Jiao Ming turned his head to look at the old principal who was standing still, and secretly decided. But there is a "life" in danger, and he has to risk rushing in without waiting for that admit.

And such a situation soon appeared. Jiao Ming communicated with the magic medium of qi, and slightly made some feints to distort space, taking advantage of the flaws of the other party's obstruction to teleport into the field, his fist lit up slightly and collided with the condensation broadsword. The faces of the two four-ring students behind him were pale, and although they erected the condensate in time, they were not confident at all whether they could block it. It's okay to block it, but if you can't stop it, it's two lives.

The matter has come to this point, and naturally it can't be fought. The old school shouted out to admit defeat.

And Jiao Ming, who was looking at this ruthless teenager, saw the figure in the teacher team opposite, and secretly said 'coming', turned his head to look, and his field of vision continued to enlarge, obviously coming straight to the door.

Not daring to slack off, Jiao Ming slid sideways and stepped out of the way, posing in a crocodile collar fighting style, while vaguely moving the surrounding space as a warning and judging the strength level of the person: Eight Rings.

The two sides put on a posture and looked at each other. The visitor chattered a few words. Although Jiao Ming didn't understand, he only guessed the content from the playful and cruel expression, Jiao Ming smiled contemptuously and said a sentence that he could only know. "May the light of the sacred tree shine upon you and me. ”

The comer was stunned, but he also understood Jiao Ming's expression. was so provoked, his face turned red, he stopped talking nonsense, and punched.

Jiao Ming saw the move, and he was overstretched and dangerous, but he also stabilized his position. In his heart, he secretly compared with Chunyu and others, and came to a conclusion. This person's fighting style is on the rough side, and he fights hard. Only with the fighting skills of the crocodile collar, although he will not be defeated before his physical strength is exhausted, he will not turn the tables when he consumes it.

Using some qi magic, or simply fighting and retreating to his side? Just a moment of hesitation, Jiao Ming felt a violent spatial fluctuation on his side, at least a qi magician of the eighth ring intervened remotely.

If there is a silver "colored" ring, it is easy to deal with the eight rings, but at this time, something will really happen. Jiao Ming was helpless, and immediately resorted to the method of distraction, that is, to release the personality of a madman.

... The situation is urgent, don't beep. The body is under your control, and I deal with the spatial rift...

... Yes?...

"Yo he, it's two eight rings again, and this much-anticipated big scene, when will you kid be so able to get into trouble?" The madman personality recognized the situation at the cost of two punches, and immediately began to fight back with a unique mad dog style. And the mutated fighting style caught the opponent off guard, and the madman had time to play tricks.

... Concentrate on fighting, don't talk nonsense...

In the wrestling of the spatial crack, Jiao Ming also fell into the disadvantage, and glanced at the old "woman" at the edge of the field, but the expected help did not appear. Only Gelshu ran over. But given its level, I'm afraid it won't help at all.

"I'm just beeping, what can you do with me, you have the ability to continue to lock me up!"

... At least in my heart...

"I won't, I'm going to say it so that everyone can hear it......" The madman said so, but after being suppressed again by the eight-ring water system magic warrior who had returned to his senses, he had no time to chat. It wasn't until Gelshu joined the warband that it was easier. "Not only do I have to say, but I also have to sing, and whoever stops me is going to turn against whom...... Well, what's going on with this shit? Is it really here to help? Hey, stupid beep, you drive more, what's the matter with this getting in the way?"

Just as Jiao Ming predicted and the madman's personality spit out, Ge Shukong has an eight-ring water system, but he is not a qualified eight-ring water system magic warrior.

... Remove!...

"Which side?" the madman asked sharply.

... East...

"Which side is East?"

... Three toys over there...

Jiao Ming suddenly regretted that he hadn't let the madman personality come out recently to familiarize himself with the new environment.

"Yo, this is the City of Divine Grace for a long time. Let me think about it......" The madman's personality retreated as he striking, and then uttered a straight expletive, to the effect that he would never go to heaven because of his filth.

The status of this scolding in a specific cultural circle is probably more than Zhong Guoguo's scolding. Ge Shu was stunned for a moment, his expression changed, and then he was smothered in the face by a punch, and fell to the ground on the spot.

"Lao Tzu hates pig teammates the most!" the madman laughed and raised his foot to kick.

Jiao Ming never expected that the madman personality would come to this hand, and he would be half a beat slower to regain control of his body, but fortunately he didn't let this kick out, but just rolled over the momentum, picked up Gelshudang's back to block two spatial cracks and a punch, and crawled back to his own camp with a roll.

"That's good...... If a student can't win, do you need a teacher? I'm still a little confident in fighting. ”

"Since it's an academy, it's natural for students to do it. We're always ready to save people. The old woman snorted coldly and added, "Those little beasts came here with the intention of killing their hands. ”

Jiao Ming's eyebrows jumped, and there was always a sense of disobedience in these teenagers of high school age. But when I think about it, I can't find a reason to refute it.

But soon, the old woman's face turned cold, and Jiao Ming was too lazy to use qi magic to eavesdrop on the old principal's side, and asked bluntly.

"The opponent doesn't want to go heads-up as usual, they want to play a five-on-five game. ”

Jiao Ming didn't feel anything at first, but soon realized that something was wrong. In the case of a huge disparity in strength, even if there is danger in the two-person heads-up, the off-site teacher can easily admit defeat and have enough time to intervene to protect the students. However, in a five-on-five game, not only will the overall strength gap become fivefold, but the battle situation will also be more complicated, and it will be difficult to take care of it thoroughly. Coupled with the other party's murderous intentions, the slightest disappointment of the teacher outside the field is a human life.

"Is there a precedent for this?"

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