Chapter 12 What if no one challenges me?
Originally, Lin Yuan also wanted to use Wang Qian to test his strength.
I didn't expect this guy to be so weak.
Then next.
It's time to end the fight.
Lin Yuan's expression became serious, and his eyes were sharp.
Fists are clenched and legs are tense.
"Punch the punch."
The legs suddenly exerted force, and the whole person disappeared directly in place.
"Bang."
Wang Qian only felt a flower in front of him.
Immediately followed by a strong force from his chest, the whole person was directly blasted out.
Wait for him to react.
Already lying under the ring.
In his feelings, Lin Yuan's dermabrasion level was even inferior to him.
But Lin Yuan's punch gave him a feeling that it was difficult to resist.
"Could it be that his brute bull fist stepped into Xiaocheng?"
Wang Qian stood up.
When he looked at Lin Yuan on the stage again, he was only surprised.
The lecturer in the ring was slightly stunned.
Lin Yuan's punch just now, even if he only used the strength of the outer training within the triple level, it was difficult to resist.
The speed of that sudden explosion was far beyond the level of external training.
The referee lecturer thoughtfully: "It's so fast, and his bull fist, even I look at it with a bit of subtlety, is it ......?"
As a martial arts instructor who retired from the battlefield, although his strength is far less than at the beginning, his vision is still there.
After years of teaching, the low-level martial art of Brute Bull Boxing has at least reached the point of Xiaocheng.
What he can't see through is probably only a deeper level of Dacheng.
"Could it be that this Lin Yuan is a rare martial arts wizard? No, no, I have to observe again, and I can't make a hasty decision. β
The decision was made in his heart, and the referee lecturer also came back to his senses.
Standing in the middle, he announced loudly: "The winner, the twenty-third class Lin Yuan, will take over as the No. 3 ring champion and demerit one point." β
With the announcement of the referee.
Only then did everyone in the audience react.
"Wang Qian actually lost?"
"Who is this Lin Yuan, why have you never heard of it?"
"I didn't expect it to be so strong or in the twenty-third class, such a strength will be rushed by a few lecturers even if you go to the first and second classes."
"That punch just now was so fast, I didn't even see it clearly, this Lin Yuan's speed is so fast."
"His brute bull fist level is also very high, if I am on the stage, I may not even be able to block the first move."
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Onlookers from the audience.
They are all students with some strength.
Naturally, he would not make brain-dead statements like playing fake matches, after all, if he annoyed Lin Yuan or Wang Qian, he might really be beaten.
Wang Gan's defeat.
It calmed down a lot of people.
But there are still many newcomers, seeing that it is a strange face, with the idea of picking up leaks and earning a point, they came to the stage to challenge Lin Yuan.
The result was naturally a defeat in one move, which contributed points to Lin Yuan.
By degrees.
Everyone also knows that there is an extra dark horse player here, so naturally he will not come up to give away his head.
Seeing the other rings fighting in full swing.
His own ring was deserted, and Lin Yuan was a little anxious.
He also plans to use the academy competition to earn some qi and blood pills for himself, and if no one challenges him, he will definitely not be able to go up the ranking.
Follow the rules of the ring.
If you eat a full streak of extra points, you can get at least thirteen points, and you can accumulate again in another ring, which is equivalent to giving away thirty points for nothing.
Regardless of the other players' wins.
With five points from his current four wins, it is not enough to finish in a very high position.
Lin Yuan regretted it a little.
"Perhaps, I should pretend to be weak first, so that others think that I am just a fluke, so that there will be students who want to pick up the leaks to challenge, and then the points will not be handy."
Looking back at the previous battle, Lin Yuan couldn't help but feel a burst of remorse.
Come to think of it.
Lin Yuan had no idea of waiting.
Anyway, the students around here all know his strength, and it is impossible to come up and challenge.
"Lecturer, I apply to end the guard here."
The lecturer hesitated, hesitated.
agreed to Lin Yuan's application.
Leaving the crowd and walking around the neighborhood, Lin Yuan quietly walked towards the exact opposite position of the previous ring.
A ring in the far corner.
The fight in the ring was in full swing, and everyone under the ring watched attentively.
No one noticed.
There was one more Lin Yuan in the crowd.
Compared with Lin Yuan's few moves to end the battle, the battle here is more enjoyable.
External training still belongs to the stage of tempering the body, and the fight is very enjoyable.
See what's going on.
There will be people cheering in the ring, and the atmosphere is very harmonious.
Soon.
The two on the stage decided the winner.
"The winner, Zhao Gang of Class 8, will take over as the leader of the No. 11 ring, and one point will be recorded."
As the referee's voice rang out.
Zhao Gang, who was still standing on the stage, had a smile on his face.
He enjoyed the feeling of being in the limelight.
"I'm going to challenge."
Taking advantage of the gap in everyone's cheers, Lin Yuan hurriedly jumped into the ring.
After registering the information, the lecturer frowned slightly, but did not say anything.
He said in a deep voice: "Lin Yuan of Class 23 to Zhao Gang of Class 8, the two students must remember that this is just a competition, pay attention to the point, don't hurt the friendship of the same family." β
It's still the same clichΓ© as the previous Ring No. 3.
"Yes."
The two replied in unison.
Hearing the lecturer report for the twenty-third class, a trace of doubt flashed in Zhao Gang's eyes.
After Lin Yuan came to power, he was not busy fighting.
Instead, he waved to the crowd.
"Hello everyone, I'm Lin Yuan from Class 23, it turns out that this is the feeling in the ring, it's really good."
Then he turned his head to look at Zhao Gang.
"It's my first time in the ring, and I'm a little nervous, so I hope my classmates can show mercy."
The doubt in Zhao Gang's eyes turned into surprise.
"It's easy to say, it's easy to say."
After the two clasped their fists and saluted, they each prepared to attack.
Lin Yuan seems to have come to power for the first time.
Some are overwhelmed.
I changed several movements, and they all felt a little unnatural.
This made Zhao Gang on the other side even happier.
"Classmate, I'm coming."
Zhao Gang punched and attacked, and did not forget to remind him kindly.
"Ahh
Looking at the attacking fist, Lin Yuan's face turned pale, and he avoided the danger.
"Classmate, so fast punching."
Zhao Gang responded with a shy smile.
Then the attack became sharper and sharper.
Shyness to shyness.
Concessions are out of the question.
Really.
Under Zhao Gang's step-by-step pressure, Lin Yuan could only deal with it in a hurry, and was almost hit by Zhao Gang several times and went out directly.
Soon.
Lin Yuan was forced to the edge of the ring.
It can be shot down at any time.
Just when everyone envied Zhao Gangbai for picking up a little points.
Zhao Gang seemed to be too excited, and his punch was too strong, and his body lost balance.
And Lin Yuan 'just happened' to throw a punch.
"Bang."
Zhao Gang, who was unstable, was beaten by this punch and fell off the stage.
The referee lecturer frowned slightly, hesitated, stepped forward and said loudly: "The winner, Lin Yuan of the twenty-third class, will take over as the leader of the No. 11 ring, and one point will be deducted." β
"Damn, I was careless just now, and if I do it again, I will definitely be able to take him down easily."
Zhao Gang, who 'accidentally' fell into the ring, thumped his chest with a regretful expression on his face.
"Concession and concession."
Looking at the people under the ring who were eager to try, Lin Yuan showed a satisfied smile.