Oops...

Looking at Han Feng, who was rapidly approaching, Zhuang Kan subconsciously wanted to run away.

Because Bai Yin, who was already very powerful in his eyes, when mentioning the son of the pavilion master, even if there was no praise in the wind reviews, he never denigrated his talent in combat.

After all, that is an undeniable objective fact.

Although he said hard before the war that he wanted to send two dark circles to Han Feng, he was actually panicked in his heart, and he never expected to be able to defeat such a genius.

In the face of an invincible opponent, there is no shame in choosing to avoid its edge.

It's just that...

There are girls from the same school watching the game outside the field!!

"I don't believe you can make a move to second me..."

Zhuang Kan's heart was horizontal, he gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, and posed a taekwondo style.

[When his previous 'snow horse' was not big enough to ride, he used to shoot icicles to attack the opponent's demon envoys.] ——Zhuang Kan remembered that Bai Yin mentioned this sentence when he analyzed Han Feng's combat habits.

'Woo-'

Sure enough, with a wave of his hand, Han Feng threw out a slender sharp ice pick out of thin air and attacked him.

[Psychic Skill, Demon Power Sharing, Ice Pick!] 】

And almost at the same moment, Zhuang Kan suddenly raised his right foot and kicked it to the ground, and with the force of the volley, he twisted his waist and made a 'roundhouse kick'.

Perhaps it was the tremendous pressure that stimulated the burst of potential, and as he swung his right leg back, he could feel his body fully stretched, and his attack was better than ever.

Even when I was practicing, I had never performed such a perfect roundhouse kick.

'Bang-'

With a crisp sound of shattering, and the cold, hard touch felt by the instep through the boots, Zhuang Kan's face couldn't help but be happy.

Stopped!

'Whew-'

However, before the smile could last a second, it was shattered by a gust of wind coming from his side.

And Han Feng, who seemed to have known for a long time that there would be a strong wind, threw out the second one at the moment when Zhuang Kan kicked the first ice pick.

Before the wind struck, the trajectory of the icicle looked a little offset.

But after the wind appeared, Zhuang Kan, who was staggering, seemed to have his throat towards the attacking icicle!

At the same time, the cold kite, which had already overturned the stone to the ground, fell on a boulder not far from Zhuang Kan's side.

There, a whirlwind-like mark is slowly dissipating...

[Wind Skill, Wind Trap!] 】

'Hum-'

Just when the tip of the icicle was only a fraction of a centimeter away from Zhuang Kan's throat, the pocket on the left breast of his shirt suddenly erupted with a strong wave of energy.

In an instant, Zhuang Kan's whole body skin was covered with a layer of smooth and hard light jade.

When an ice pick hits it, it not only does not hurt it in the slightest, but it is broken into pieces.

[Earth skills, talisman jade!] 】

[Condense the earth energy into a piece of jade, trigger it when necessary, and instantly cover the body surface with a layer of jade to play a protective role.] 】

'Beep-'

The whistle sounds.

Obviously, the caster and trigger of the 'talisman jade' is not Zhuang Kan's stone brow, but the instructor of the Hongguang Martial Arts Society.

Or more accurately, the tall and mighty humanoid demon standing beside him.

[Black Porcelain General, B+ Rank Earth Demon Spirit]

[Looks like a military general wearing black porcelain armor, except for a nose-like bulge in the middle, the whole face has no organs similar to eyes and mouth, instead of a white glaze that looks like it has been artificially painted.]

The changes in these glaze patterns represent different moods of joy and anger.

If the strength value of the individual is compared, the black porcelain general may not be particularly good, but when he leads the clan to fight, it will stimulate the unique racial ability, which has a bonus effect on cohesion and morale, and then form a strong army that swallows thousands of miles. 】

[Its pre-form is a D+-level 'Yellow Clay Baby' and a C+-level 'Terracotta Warrior'.] 】

[The evolutionary form of the female 'Yellow Clay Baby' is the C+-grade 'Terracotta Figurine' and the B+-grade 'White Porcelain Qing'e'. 】

"Goodong~"

After the jade covered by his body dissipated, Zhuang Kan subconsciously covered his neck and swallowed his saliva with palpitations.

If it weren't for the protection of the instructor, I would have been pierced through my throat just now and died.

This feeling of wandering in the ghost gate is the reason why many people dare not participate in martial arts matches.

But it is also one of the charms that attracts many people to join the martial arts competition!

"The most important arrangement has been set, and your task is considered to be successfully completed, which is very good."

In Zhuang Kan's headset, Bai Yin's encouragement came first.

After Bai Yin, it was the rest of his teammates who comforted him, which sounded a little messy.

"Hmm..."

Zhuang Kan pursed his lips with a pale face and answered.

On Han Feng's side, Jiang Yifan also turned on the headset and said with a cheeky smile: "Although I haven't played yet, my prediction has played at least fifty percent of the game in this game!" ”

Although when the National Day was in the training hall before, the curly hair and Han Feng looked a little festive, but the two seemed to be very familiar before.

Therefore, Jiang Yifan guessed that the other party might use Han Feng's fighting habits to make a fuss, so he suggested that Han Feng would come up with an anti-routine.

So this wave...

It's a pre-judgment of pre-judgment!

"Teacher Li, your martial arts club has such an ace seed, it's really enviable..."

When the Black Porcelain General was making a new 'talisman jade', Hongguang's instructor said sourly.

"What is there to envy?"

Li Sen waved his hand with interest, "When the seeds grow into big trees, you have to run on long legs." ”

For a genius like Han Feng who came from a family of demon envoys, Ling Feng Middle School would only be a transit point for him to stay temporarily, not his final destination.

There are many students like this all over the country.

In the first and second years of high school, they will enter a high school known for their admission rate, so as to lay a solid foundation for cultural courses.

Then in his junior year of high school, he directly transferred to a strong school in the martial arts league, and devoted himself to the training of the martial arts club, competing for the right to appear in the national competition and the championship.

Even if you fail in the final competition, you will often have a good ranking and get a chance to be admitted with a large reduction in scores in the college entrance examination.

Coupled with the passable cultural achievements, it is a sure thing that a prestigious school is booked.

And in the process of participating in the league, it is also possible to gain the favor of some gyms, be extended to an olive branch, and even the future work is in place in one step.

"That's true, but it's better than nothing."

Hongguang's instructor nodded in approval, and personally put the newly condensed 'talisman jade' into Bai Yin's jacket pocket.

After pulling the zipper, he reached out and patted him on the shoulder and encouraged: "Come on, our rainbow trump seed!" ”

"This game must be won."

Bai Yin smiled confidently.

"Meow~"

The civet slave at his feet stretched out on the ground...