In the ring, the referee's flat voice spread throughout the audience.

"I didn't expect the two to be a draw!" the students below sighed. Originally, I thought I could see a dragon fight, but in the end, the loser was hit hard, and the winner was defeated.

Gamat and Tebolo got up from the ground, their faces calm, neither disappointed nor unwilling. After the two looked at each other slightly, they shook the corners of their clothes, and then left the stage and rested.

"Sure enough, it's still Earl Han Feng's unique vision!" Viscount Lei touched his beard and exclaimed.

"However, a draw is the best ending for the two!" Count Rantim smiled and said: "If one side wins and the other side loses, then it will definitely have an impact on the next game!

"Indeed!" said Redim laughed.

"Hun Tuo vs. Bai Jiefeng!" the referee's heavy and loud voice sounded in the other ring.

"Huh, isn't that Hun Tuo the very nice commoner boy from yesterday?" said a nobleman.

"The one where the commoner defeated the noble?"

"It's his turn again! ”

In the spacious ring, the two figures are far opposite, Hun Tuo, who is wearing a simple and simple black robe, and Bai Jiefeng, who is wearing white gorgeous clothes, one black and one white, are particularly eye-catching.

"Do you think Hun Tuo can still win this time?" looked at the two opposing people in the field, and a civilian cadet asked Reddy.

The matter of Huntuo's victory over the aristocratic students has spread in the civilian circles, and many commoners worship Hun Tuo very much, so that the civilians who are usually oppressed breathe a sigh of relief, naturally, a group of students hope that Hun Tuo can continue to win. And Hun Tuo won the aristocratic students, so relative to the face of the young master and son in the aristocratic circle to a certain extent, now, the duel between the commoner Hun Tuo and the aristocratic Bai Jiefeng has to be said to be almost a battle between the two classes.

Hun Tuo was indifferent to the whispers that sounded around, or rather, there was only Bai Jiefeng as an opponent in front of him.

Bai Jiefeng looked at Hun Tuo coldly, a burst of white light lit up in his hand, and a bright white spear flashed out, and a violent sound of breaking the air sounded with a gentle wave, and traces appeared on the ground from time to time.

"What, it's despicable to use weapons!"

The students below protested.

"How can this be!"

"Ahem, the rules of the game stipulate that knights can choose to use weapons or not to use weapons, which is the same as the principle that magicians use magic staff and do not use magic staffs, but of course, equipment that is already of a grade cannot be used!"

The referee who presided over the game explained to the students in a very humane way.

"What's the matter, come on! Hun Tuo must defeat him!"

A group of students shouted angrily.

Bai Jiefeng's eyes were cold, like a poisonous snake in the dark, and he looked at the referee.

The referee stood up: "This game, start!"

The words fell. Bai Jiefeng took the initiative to attack.

The pale yellow fighting spirit wrapped around the limbs, and the whole person burst in, falling from the sky, and the bright white gun barrel was dotted with a little cold light in the white light. The sharp spear stabbed out like lightning, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, frantically trying to pounce on it. But it was dodged by Huntuo's sensitive dodge, and suddenly, the earth collapsed, and the tip of the spear pierced to the place where Hun Tuo was just now, and a circle of small ripples of fighting qi erupted in the contact point of the tip of the gun, and a small hole was pierced on the ground, and small cracks were all over the small hole.

The body is staggered, Hun Tuo's face is calm, his five fingers are closed or open, sometimes fists, sometimes big palms, fist prints, palm prints, electric light and flint, and he struck at Bai Jiefeng fiercely. A series of fist shadows, palm shadows staggered. The strong wind seemed to blast the air.

"Kow!

Hun Tuo's arm was covered with a layer of pale golden light, and a layer of golden fighting qi was covered in it. In the intersection of fists and palms, Bai Jiefeng twisted his body, waving the spear in his hand, and the body of the spear was blocked in the palm of his fist. The heavy and powerful, even the most powerful fists were resisted, and there was a metal-like crashing sound.

Outside the venue, a group of students looked at the flickering figures in the field with stunned faces, in their eyes, Hun Tuo actually relied on a pair of hands, or fists or palms, to press the white wind to beat, from time to time collided with the metal white gun, making a crisp sound.

"How is this possible!"

"Is Huntuo still human, why is his body so strong!"

In the high platform, a group of nobles looked at Hun Tuo with their eyes.

The Flame Marquis, who had been silent, spoke: "This physique is almost the top among the first-class knights!"

Marquis Tulip frowned: "Yes, and this seems to be better than yesterday." ”

"But how can a commoner be so strong?" puzzled one nobleman.

Under normal circumstances, the aristocracy almost monopolizes all kinds of exercises, martial arts, etc., even in the academy, they will not teach too advanced exercises. Therefore, it is very difficult for a civilian to get ahead, and the exercises they practice are only average, and they are only better than the residual exercises practiced by those mercenaries outside, so if a civilian student cannot stand out in this big competition and be favored by the big forces, then he will almost stop at the first-level knight for life, and at most he will be lucky to break through to become a second-level knight, and it is undoubtedly very difficult to become a third-level knight.

"Maybe this kid is really talented!" said a nobleman.

In the past, there were also students who had good talent, cultivated very well, and laid a very solid foundation.

In the field, Bai Jiefeng, who couldn't attack for a long time and was still pressed and beaten, couldn't help but be annoyed and angry. Especially the students around him looked at him with strange eyes from time to time, burning with jealousy, and roaring angrily. Huge momentum rises. The brilliant spear suddenly skyrocketed, originally delicate and delicate, extremely flexible, like a long snake in the forest, the spear changed its style, opened and closed, strong, strong hit Hun Tuo, and a strong sound of breaking the air sounded.

The wind and waves were raging, and there seemed to be wind and waves in the whole field

Bai Jiefeng's eyes were angry, and a hideous look flashed in his eyes. The spear in his hand was like a riotous snake, dancing wildly and scurrying around. Guns were swung out. But it was flashed by Hun Tuo flexibly, and the big palm was even more tightly attached to Bai Jiefeng's figure, and the short-distance contact restricted Bai Jiefeng's spear dance. The spear, which was almost ten feet long, could not be deployed at close range, and was fiercely pressed and beaten by Huntuo, who opened and closed widely, slapped his big palm, and made a crisp collision sound from time to time, and from time to time hit this nimble, long snake.

"Damn!"