In addition to the basic attributes, the internal constituent factors of a cultivator's combat power are the training level and the cultivation method.

External factors are equipment, potions, alien beast resources, etc., which vary from person to person.

There are also special factors that are easy to change, such as the nature of the mind and the state.

The disciples in the True Martial Arts Academy can't use weapons and equipment in the duel, after all, one miss is easy to kill.

Weapons are only allowed in the "Genius Tournament".

Because the contestants are generally already in the True Martial Triple Realm, their physique is strong enough, and it is not so easy to hang up. As long as it is not critically injured, such as being blown up in the head all of a sudden, the medical staff at the scene can save it.

Among the transcendents, there is a "healing" ability, as long as the injured person is not out of breath on the spot, they can basically be rescued, so most of the restrictions can be lifted.

But the True Martial Arts Academy is different, they are all novices, their bodies are not so strong, and it is not easy to stop them.

Also, there are no healing powers.

"Let's go!"

"Please advise!" Fang Hao and Lu Qianjun hugged each other's fists and hedged against each other.

Cultivator duel, the first round is generally "against the bull top".

That is, put your hands together, try each other's strength first, and know what to expect.

But this time for Niu Ding, Fang Hao knew it in his heart, but Lu Qianjun secretly smiled bitterly.

I can't push it at all!

Obviously, he has awakened a B-level [Physical Enhancement], and he has also absorbed the essence blood crystals of a high-level alien beast, and his basic strength is a ton to say the least.

But he pushed hard, but Fang Hao didn't move.

"It deserves to be a three-S level." Fang Hao chuckled, and the two sides pushed each other, took a few steps back, and stood still.

"It feels like you're mocking me." Lu Qianjun staggered his feet, raised his arms slightly, pressed down, clenched his fists, and put on an attacking posture.

"Or have you put yourself in a higher position than me?"

Fang Hao just stood and said with a smile: "It's the first time I've fought against a third-S-level genius, and I didn't know how powerful this level was before that. ”

"I've seen it!" Lu Qianjun stopped talking nonsense, rushed quickly, and a cannon fist blasted towards Fang Hao's chest.

Cannon boxing is derived from the traditional boxing technique of eight cannon fists, which is fierce and explosive.

Fang Hao raised his palm, and the two exchanged hands.

Lu Qianjun knew that his strength was not as good as Fang Hao's, and his actual combat ability might not be stronger, so if he wanted to win, he could only fight quickly and defeat Fang Hao quickly before he could adapt to his fist path.

If you drag it out, the probability of losing will become more and more great.

"Bang Bang Bang"

Lu Qianjun's moves are coherent, continuous, and the attacks are non-stop, but his breath is calm.

Fang Hao just saw the moves, there were not too many moves and routines, it was simple and direct but effective.

Wen Zilong and the mentors outside the venue were amazed.

"It's worthy of actual combat S, it's too smooth and beautiful!"

"Fang Hao uses the boxing skills inherited by the army, and someone in his family has joined the army?"

"No, I should be looking for a private trainer."

"It's a wonderful fight, and my hands are a little itchy when I see it."

"Haha, traditional boxing versus army boxing, two different styles, this battle is interesting!"

"Gao Yu, let the one in your class also get off the field in a while, and see her path?"

Gao Yu's face was embarrassed, and he glanced at the slim Shi Zhixue next to him.

This young lady is a mentor of mine?

However, Shi Zhixue may also have seen a little itchy hands, so she took the initiative to nod and said, "Okay, I'll be out in a while." ”

After all, she is a martial artist, Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second, she also has the heart of a strong man, and she wants to compare one to one or two.

Fang Hao and Lu Qianjun's fists and feet exchanged, and the tutors who watched it became excited, and the students were naturally even more excited.

"Pull out the mountain and cover the world! The power of a thousand jun determines the world! ”

"Lu Qianjun, Lu Qianjun, Qianjun's power determines the world!!"

The students of Class 3 shouted hoarsely, causing more people to shout.

I can't help it, and the students in Class 1 can't help it.

Low profile?

Can this be low-key?

Dry up!

Wang Cheng immediately raised his arms and shouted: "Let you attack, let you defend, one punch will make you cry and call your mother!" ”

Zhong Weiwei and other students from Class 1 immediately followed, shouting slogans.

"Let you attack, let you defend, one punch will make you cry dad and call mother!"

Soon the audience was divided into two factions, shouting for Lu Qianjun on the one hand, and crazy for Fang Hao on the other.

The audience of six or seven hundred students was divided into two groups and shouted together, and the momentum was still very strong.

Dean Wen Zilong and the tutors watched this scene and couldn't stop smiling.

With a decent start and a decent progress, the first two goals have been achieved.

Now that's the decent one.

The first battle of the new grade was very good! Wen Zilong stroked his mustache and narrowed his eyes with a smile.

The freshmen are also very good, very united and friendly!

Fang Hao, who was in the field, gradually adapted to Lu Qianjun's artillery attack, and the frequency of the attack gradually increased.

It's like a slogan shouted by Class 1.

If he wanted to, he could knock Lu Qianjun down with one punch.

Lu Qianjun's strength is about 100 points, and he has 160 points.

This is not only a difference of 60 points of strength, but also a difference in physique.

The difference in physical fitness will not only bring about a gap in strength, but also a gap in reaction power and speed.

1.6 times the punching speed, Lu Qianjun can't avoid it!

After taking his punch, of course Lu Qianjun would be by a punch.

But there is no injustice or hatred, there is no need to do such a desperate thing.

The two fought for a few more minutes, and after hundreds of moves, they still didn't win.

But Dean Wen Zilong and the mentors all saw that Lu Qianjun had fallen into a decline, and he would lose if he continued to fight.

The decent is over.

"Beep-"

Wen Zilong blew a whistle and walked into the arena, separating Fang Hao and Lu Qianjun.

"Very good, the actual combat ability of both of you is obvious to all, and you are worthy of the S-level."

"Since you can't tell the winner, how about a tie?"

The dean came forward in person, and of course Fang Hao and Lu Qianjun had no opinion.

"Okay, it's a tie." Fang Hao smiled and hugged Lu Qianjun on the other side.

Lu Qianjun hurriedly replied, "Okay." ”

He naturally knew what his situation was.

From the beginning he knew it would be difficult for him to win, and the longer it dragged on, the less likely it was to win.

Now that he can end in a draw and save face, he can't ask for it.

There are some things that can only be known in the heart, but not in words, let alone known to others.

Otherwise, others will mention "you are not as good as him" from time to time, and this breath in my heart will be easily discharged.

"Then ......" Wen Zilong was about to announce the end of the duel with a smile, but his smile froze, and he turned his head to look at Shi Zhixue who walked in.

Decent!

decent!

Who said just now that they wanted to let Shi Zhixue go?

You are Lao Tzu, your year-end bonus is gone!

It was like someone dripping water on the back of the neck, and the audience, who were originally restless and noisy and ready to leave, quieted down in an instant.

Those who had already left immediately returned to their original positions.

The eyes of the audience quickly focused on Shi Zhixue's face and body, who was wearing a white practice uniform, but her skin was as white as snow.

Shi Zhixue stretched out her hands behind her head, tied and tied the loose ponytail.

She looked at Fang Hao, put down her left hand, palm up, and looked cold.

"Please advise."