"No. 8 fighting platform, the next fighter, Wang Lei of the third (17th) class of high school and Wang Zhen of the third (4th) class of high school."

The referee on the eighth ring shouted loudly.

On the No. 8 fighting platform, Wang Zhen, who is in the third (4th) class of high school, is already standing on it.

Hearing this voice, Wang Lei's eyes lit up and he walked over quickly.

Soon, Wang Lei and Wang Zhen stood relatively closely.

"You look happy?" Wang Zhen said coldly.

Previously, he fought with Li Zhen, and was broken by Li Zhen with an arm and a broken leg, it can be said that he was seriously injured, and the school's recovery potion could not allow him to recover in a short time, but he was unwilling to let him give up the line of this fighting competition.

This fighting competition represents the results of the college entrance examination, although he has been promoted to martial arts, and he does not have to worry about going to some good universities...... But if his grades, especially in martial arts, were too poor, it would be difficult for him to go to those better colleges.

He could only insist on continuing to fight, and at the same time let them send better healing medicine to his family, but unfortunately, although he used better healing medicine, he still couldn't make his injury completely recover, in the end the time was too short, he still had to continue to participate in martial arts competitions, those better healing medicine, just made his injury better.

Wang Lei's expression, he has seen too much in this fighting competition, those opponents.

This kind of expression made him very annoyed and disgusted.

"Aren't you happy too?" Wang Lei smiled faintly and said, his tone was not polite at all.

Yes, he was assigned to an injured martial arts student this time, and this Wang Zhen's original strength was only at the early stage of the first level, and he was very happy.

However, isn't this Wang really assigned to him, isn't he happy?

Now, out of the twenty-two contestants, only two students are not martial artists, and he is one of them, is this Wang really unhappy?

The other party is not polite, and he doesn't need to be polite, isn't the martial artist amazing?

On the other hand, hearing Wang Lei's words, Wang Zhenzhen was even more ashamed and angry.

Glad? Yes, when he heard that his opponent was Wang Lei just now, he was indeed relieved in his heart.

In fact, just now, he had been hesitating to quit the competition, he was only in the early stage of the first level, one arm and one leg were seriously injured, and his strength was reduced by at least half, so it can be said that he is the weakest one among the martial arts students.

Even if his opponent is a first-level early martial artist, the probability of him losing is very high.

If he loses, his score will be reduced by half.

But let him quit the game? There are also two students who are not martial arts who are insisting, if he chooses to withdraw from the competition, where will he put the face of his dignified martial arts students?

He held on to it to continue to compete.

Therefore, when he heard that his opponent just now was one of the two students who were not martial artists, he breathed a sigh of relief and felt a hint of joy.

However, when these words came out of Wang Lei's mouth, especially after he said the same thing to Wang Lei coldly just now, he felt even more ashamed and angry when he heard it again.

"In that case, let's get started!" Wang Zhen said with a gloomy face.

The words fell, but Wang Zhen did not move.

He has a serious injury in one of his legs, which makes it difficult to move, so it is better to mainly defend.

That's something he's learned from many previous fights.

Once, he endured his injuries and forcibly rushed over to make a move, but suffered a lot of losses.

"What, are you just talking and not practicing?" Seeing this scene, Wang Lei sneered.

"You're looking for death!" Wang Zhen said angrily.

Subconsciously, Wang Zhen took a step and wanted to attack Wang Lei.

If his leg hadn't hurt, he would.

It was only one step that Wang Zhen realized that now it was not as usual, and one of his legs had been injured.

"This is the time!" Just as Wang Zhen took one step, Wang Lei's eyes lit up, his body moved, and he quickly impulsed towards this Wang Zhen.

The direction chosen by Wang Lei is also skillful, Wang Zhen has an injury in one leg, and it is inconvenient to turn around in one direction, and the leg he took at this moment aggravated the situation, and this is the direction he chose!

"Oops!" Seeing this scene, Wang Zhen's face changed greatly.

He didn't expect Wang Lei to react so quickly.

It's just that at this moment, it's too late for him to regret it.

Whew――

At this moment, Wang Lei had already walked around to him and smashed at him with a punch.

"Bang-"

One leg was injured, and it was difficult for Wang Zhen to turn in this direction, so he could only resist in a hurry.

"Defeat me!"

However, after the punch was resisted by Wang Zhen, Wang Lei shouted and swept towards the upper part of Wang Zhen's injured leg with a kick.

At this time, Wang Zhen's leg is extremely difficult to move.

"Bang-"

The next moment, Wang Lei kicked Wang Zhen's leg hard, and Wang Zhen's body fell to the side.

"Bang-"

Wang Lei leaned towards Wang Zhen's body, leaned over quickly, and slapped his palm on Wang Zhen's body, and Wang Zhen's body immediately hit the rubber fence next to the ring.

"Poof!"

Wang Zhen, who hit the rubber railing, spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

"You've lost." Wang Lei stood in place, did not move again, looked at Wang Zhen who fell to the ground, and said with a light smile.

Although he is not the realm of a martial artist, but his strength is not low, although Wang Zhen is the realm of a martial artist, but in the end he is still flesh and blood, the realm of a first-level early martial artist, Wang Zhen is still unable to operate the internal force in his body freely, he just kicked Wang Zhen's leg, and slapped a palm on Wang Zhen's body, he clearly felt that Wang Zhen did not run much internal force in time to resist.

Coupled with Wang Zhen's leg, which had been injured a lot before, he was sure that Wang Zhen did not have the strength to continue fighting.

It only took three moves to defeat Wang Zhen, and Wang Lei was very proud.

"This Wang Lei is worthy of being a student with a strong sense of battle and reaching the early stage of direct judgment, and his scheming is not simple." Seeing this scene, Lin Yifan, who had just walked to a fighting ring, sighed in his heart.

If that Wang really calmed down, it was possible to defeat Wang Lei, but unfortunately he didn't calm down, which was related to Wang Lei's deliberate anger.

However, Lin Yifan did not despise Wang Lei, it is normal to provoke such a method in battle, Wang Lei can be successful, that is Wang Lei's ability.

"This student is good, it's not a martial arts realm, and he can defeat a martial arts student." Also paying attention to this fight was the crowd on the rostrum, a school senior nodding and saying.

"If that martial arts student isn't injured, this student won't necessarily be able to defeat the other party." A school executive shook his head and said.

"Even so, this student defeated the other party in three moves, which is very remarkable." A big man in the business world, smiled slightly, and said.

"This student has a strong sense of battle, and has reached the early stage of direct judgment, and he is also a good seedling......" Fang Shihu's eyes flickered slightly, and he said in appreciation.

"The early days of direct judgment? Could it be that this student also has a talent for prediction? A school executive was surprised.

"It shouldn't be, in the early stage of his direct judgment, it should be brought by a strong sense of battle." Fang Shihu shook his head and said.

The Huya troops sent him to observe the examination, which also means that his eyesight is extraordinary, and in addition, he himself is a third-level mid-stage martial artist, and he judged that Wang Lei's direct judgment ability is only brought by a strong combat consciousness, not by his talent for prediction.

"I throw in the towel......"

Wang Zhen lost his mind slightly, and then said bitterly.

If you have already lost, and if you don't admit defeat, you are looking ugly.

"No. 8 fighting platform, Wang Lei of the third (17th) class of high school wins."

The referee on the No. 8 ring shouted loudly.

"I'm opting out of the competition." Wang Lei raised his head, looked at the referee, and said.

Before, he was a little arrogant, and in the fight just now, although he defeated Wang Zhen very smoothly, it also made him realize once again that martial arts students are not simple.

Wang Zhen's previous hasty block made him feel the strong reflexes and power of the first-level early martial artist again.

He was sure that if Wang Zhen was not injured, his blow would definitely not be able to help Wang Zhen, and Wang Zhen would even seize the opportunity to fight back.

He has already won a martial arts student, there is no need to be greedy.

His current score is almost, you need to know that greed is not enough to swallow elephants.

"Well, you go down!" The referee nodded and said.