To be reasonable, Mr. Wang's proposal not only did not favor his own martial arts class at all, but also took care of the general department.

In the ring match, the side with more elves must have a bit of an advantage.

And the difference in the number of people between the two sides is nearly double, which is not a little bit bigger.

Although the opponent restrains all the members of their own side, and the combat power of simple addition, subtraction, multiplication and division seems to be five or five, but the elf battle is definitely not counted like this.

In general, Mr. Wang's proposal is more or less a bit of charity.

Mr. Tang hesitated for a long time and wanted to refuse, but he couldn't find a better competition system, so he agreed.

So the two sides entered the strategic time and discussed their respective battle sequences.

Generally, the atmosphere in the small class is a bit gloomy, and they all know that their side has taken a big advantage in terms of the competition system.

That's it, and more importantly, even so, they don't have the confidence to win.

The young man was thin-skinned, and if he really didn't win, the faces of everyone present would not be able to hang it.

Not to mention that there are many of my classmates opposite.

For a while, no one dared to take the initiative to ask for help and take the lead.

Xia Chen thought it was okay, with his face as thick as a strong shield sword monster shield, it didn't matter if he was really blown up.

Originally, the cultivation time was a lot worse than the other side, and the skills were not as good as others.

The path of being a trainer has just begun, Xia Chen has an extremely clear plan for his future life, and being beaten several times in the novice village does not affect his mentality at all.

Before anyone could stand up, he raised his hand, "Teacher Tang, why don't I fight first?" ”

But Mr. Tang flatly refused, "No, you have to stay behind." ”

Feeling a little heavier, he added, "Your Ibusheng is about agility rather than strength or fitness, let the others go first." ”

This reason is a bit far-fetched, there are nearly twenty elves on the other side, how much energy will be consumed?

In fact, Mr. Tang just wants to put his "trump card" in the back, in case the front really collapses, see if he can save some face by relying on Xia Chen......

"Gao Muyang, how about you and Dudu go first?"

Gao Muyang's Dudu is the second master in the general department's small class, and he said indifferently: "Yes." ”

The starting line was finalized, and the back ones were much easier to arrange, and after a while, the order of more than 30 people was decided.

…………

"Come out, toot!"

"Wrist strength, get ready to fight!"

More than 50 people from the two classes were ready to fight, no kung fu nonsense, and the first battle began as soon as the personnel on both sides stood still.

"Toot, a flash of lightning!"

Gao Muyang is still the same electric light for ten thousand years to start, Dudu is also very familiar with this set of tactics, two long legs kicked, and the body was launched like an arrow off the string.

Xia Chen shook his head when he looked at it below, although he said, "One trick is fresh, eat all over the world", but he can't beat any opponent who is old-fashioned.

Wrist strength is full of muscles, all waiting for you to get close to him, Gao Muyang's command...

Let me question it first.

Sure enough, the opponent smiled slightly. I haven't gotten you to fight hand-to-hand, so you've sent it to the door yourself.

And this kind of good thing?

He didn't hesitate to say, "Wrist strength, wait for him to get close and kick down!" ”

Xia Chen's heart was more worried, the opponent did not squander the opportunity, and chose the best way to play.

While the power of a kick in the game depends only on the weight of the opponent, it is clear that in the real world that follows classical mechanics, the power of a knock is also affected by speed.

What's more, Dudu's long legs... It's too good to kick.

The level of command and cultivation on both sides is not of the same magnitude at all...

…………

In this kind of low-level battle, if you make a mistake, it will be difficult to have a chance to turn the tables around.

The moment Dudu was knocked down by the wrist force, the first battle was over.

Dudu, who fell to the ground, was dizzy with both heads, and had little power to fight back against the next melee attack of the wrist force.

After a heartless and painful beating, the wrist strength finally finished with a [empty-handed split].

Doodoo fell to the ground, unscathed in his wrist.

This ending made the general department of the small class silent for half of the time.

What they feared most still happened, and in the first game, the difference in strength between the two sides was clearly displayed.

But there are also many people who are lucky, and they only have one fight, which doesn't seem to explain anything.

Dudu's long legs seem to be a little restrained by kicking down...

If you change to another elf, maybe you can beat this wrist power?

The second player who has high hopes is another master in the general department's small class, the little Kirbymon.

Rough-skinned and thick-skinned little Kirbymon, your wrist strength is not so easy to deal with, right?

Two minutes later, looking at the little Kirbymon lying on the ground and incapacitated, everyone in the ordinary small class fell silent.

The high-attack, high-speed Dudu was almost killed instantly, and the rough-skinned and thick-skinned little Kirby was also beaten as a sandbag.

Today's face... Seems to be lost?

…………

The atmosphere of the two halves is almost extremely contrasting, it can be called half fire, ordinary ocean.

The general department is undoubtedly a cold and silent party.

Although it is a friendly exchange competition in the school, there is not so much gunpowder competition.

But everyone is a classmate who bows their heads and doesn't look up, and they are beaten so powerlessly, even if others don't say it, it will be like a thorn in their hearts, stinging their self-esteem.

The third short-haired girl who was going to play was even more worried in her heart, her little lucky egg was beaten by Dudu and Little Kirby, and Dudu and Little Kirby were beaten by wrist force.

Seem... There is no hope of victory.

She hesitated and didn't dare to step forward, and she had already retreated in her heart.

"What moves does your little lucky egg know?" While she was struggling, a voice came from the ears of the short-haired girl.

The voice is clear and the tone is calm, which is in stark contrast to the surrounding low pressure, and inexplicably makes me feel a sense of stability.

turned his head to see that the person who asked was Xia Chen.

He was frowning at the wrist strength in the field, his side face was handsome, and the curvature between his lips and nose was so superior that people wanted to record this beautiful moment with a camera.

The retreat in the heart of the short-haired girl instantly turned into a deer, and she replied in a weak voice: "Slapping, coquettishness, angel kisses, and... Inherited mud bombs. ”

"Mud bombs?" Xia Chen's eyes lit up, and he asked, "Is your little blessed egg characteristic a heavenly grace?" ”

"Should... Right? ”

Xia Chen was speechless, what should it be, don't you know what the characteristics of your elves are?

However, time was pressing, and he didn't have time to confirm it anymore, so he pulled the short-haired girl and whispered a few words to her.

"Got it?" Xia Chen looked at the girl with a flushed face and confirmed.

"Uh-huh!" The short-haired girl nodded excitedly, waved her hand at Xia Chen, and then turned around and stepped on the battlefield.

Xia Chen looked at the girl's back and breathed a sigh of relief.

Although I really don't care about winning or losing, after all, I am a classmate who wants to get along for a year, so I can help or help...

(Tuesday daily to catch up ~)