There was a muffled sound.

A few more spikes suddenly appeared on Wang Yu's shoulder, and with the strength of the peak, the sandbag only lasted for a second before dissipating in mid-air.

But Wang Yu's face suddenly turned a little pale.

Obviously, the anti-damage effect has an equally great impact on him.

But the momentum continues.

It's just that the speed has slowed down a lot.

But according to this situation, the final result can only be that Zhao Zicheng is seriously injured and Wang Yu wins.

After watching the two-day competition, everyone had already predicted the result in advance.

But Zhao Zicheng, who had never acted, suddenly moved.

Just a slight step back with his left leg.

The right leg was still in a cast, and it remained in place.

The body turned slightly in an arc.

The spike that would have been stuck in his shoulder had now slashed across his chest, creating a hideous wound.

But...

Wang Yu's momentum has also been completely stopped.

Zhao Zicheng got up with a slightly pale face, threw the cane in his hand, took out a dagger from his waist, didn't care about the injury on his chest at all, staggered around, raised his leg with a plaster cast and steel plate, and kicked it at the bend of Wang Yu's knee with his back to him.

There was a muffled sound.

Wang Yu knelt on the ground, and Zhao Zicheng, who had lost his crutches, was unstable in his center of gravity and also fell.

However, it was just pressed on Wang Yu.

The dagger was pressed against his neck.

On his chest, blood was still dripping on Wang Yu's face.

"You've lost."

Zhao Zicheng said expressionlessly, motionless.

"Ink Academy, win!"

With Xu Yuanqing's voice sounding, Zhao Zicheng's body instantly went limp, fell to the ground crookedly, panting heavily, and did not look at Wang Yu, who was a little silent, but struggled to get up, and looked at the audience: "Master, I have killed more cults than you have ever seen!" ”

"If it weren't for the leg injury, would you still use Boss Yu?"

"This freshman competition, Lao Tzu swept by himself!"

"I'm just trying to win in the easiest way possible, and see what you can do."

"Heh..."

Mocking smiles echoed throughout the venue.

The auditorium was silent.

Including the barrage in the live broadcast room, it was even swiped.

"Wow, I suddenly think he's a little handsome, can I still save him?"

"It's hopeless, carry it away."

"The Ink Academy is still awesome!"

"Heh, it's just opportunistic."

The barrage has been brushed one after another, but it is undeniable that Zhao Zicheng's seemingly desperate blow caused by the effect was sensational.

Especially the serious injury in the chest, the expressionless scene made people realize the decisive side of the Mo Academy.

Even Sun Wen and the others, who were watching the live broadcast in the Mo Academy at this time, were a little dumbfounded.

Look at each other.

"Old Zhao, when is he... So brave? ”

"It's a real hit."

"Tsk, what's going on with the sudden feeling of being a little hot?"

"I'm the same!"

"Wow!"

For a while, everyone was a little embarrassed.

Looking at the young and sick in this room, only helplessness remains.

Until I heard Zhao Zicheng's wail...

"Hey, I rub it, it hurts me to death."

"Nurses!"

"Although I was a little brave, I did hurt!"

"Shhhhh

"I feel like I'm going to bleed so much right away that I'm going to die."

Zhao Zicheng fell to the ground and shouted weakly.

Not far away, two sluggish medical staff hurriedly trotted over, carried Zhao Zicheng, who was constantly wailing, to the stretcher, and trotted away.

Just looked at the posture of this product, and there was no serious injury at all.

As a result, they even ignored the bloody wound on Zhao Zicheng's chest for a while, and only cared about sighing, 'Those who came out of the Mo Academy are really men'.

Wang Yu looked at the direction of Zhao Zicheng's departure in confusion.

He touched the warm blood on his face, and his expression was complicated.

Speaking of which, he had hardly suffered any other injuries other than the one he was shocked.

But compared with Zhao Zicheng, he lost so completely.

In the real life-and-death battle, he may have already been reduced to a cold corpse.

And Zhao Zicheng still has a broken leg.

Leave silently.

This freshman competition has brought too many insights to these Tianjiao who have just entered the academy.

It will also lay a solid foundation for their future growth.

Perhaps, this is one of the reasons why the Freshman Contest has been held in the past.

Only by walking on the thorny road can you see a better scenery.

"Old Yuan, my Mo Academy, the two battles are together, how is it?"

Xu Yuanqing looked at Yuan Qingshan and asked.

Yuan Qingshan thought for a moment and nodded lightly: "Yes, but you have to pick a stronger opponent." ”

"Whatever you want."

"Even if Wu Qianqiu, Han Jue, Li Yihan and others go together, what about it?"

At this moment, Xu Yuanqing was full of arrogance and smiled freely.

Yuan Qingshan lowered his head, entered the number of the rest of his life on his mobile phone, and looked for it on the list.

"Zhu Jin."

"It's also from the Spirit Martial Academy."

"The level of the top twenty, Xiao Xu, self-confidence is a good thing, but if the boat overturns in the gutter, you will be planted in the ink academy."

Xu Yuanqing smiled and shook his head: "It's okay." ”

In just two words, it represents absolute confidence in the rest of your life.

All eyes converged.

Seeing that the next person on the stage was still a person from the Ink Academy, everyone whispered.

After all, through what Zhao Zicheng said before, Yu Sheng seems to be the strongest one.

It just looks a little thin, and it doesn't look like it's particularly capable of fighting.

And when he walks, he bends down slightly, and his momentum is a little weaker, and he doesn't have the kind of spirit that other Tianjiao has to raise his chest and raise his head, and the young man has a unique spirit.

Even when walking, I will subconsciously look for some shadows.

Try to avoid the viewers, the camera's line of sight.

In the end, he slowly walked into the ring, not standing in the center, but standing on the edge of the corner, waiting quietly.

It's easy for people to ignore that when they don't read quotations and say cross talk, they have no sense of existence.

Even when he really said those shameful things, he was expressionless, just as a tool to earn gray gas for himself.

In fact, if you analyze it carefully, the rest of your life can be said to have changed a lot, and it can also be said... It hasn't changed much.

It's like, at the beginning, he knew that if he wanted to live and kill, he would kill him.

After that, robbery and extortion can make money, so go to robbery and extortion.

And now, when you talk about cross talk and read quotations, you can get gray gas, so you can say it.

Just like a few months ago, in an abandoned factory, in front of Wang Wenxuan's hidden camera, reciting lines aloud in exchange for a bounty.

Although there are some differences in form, at the end of the day, it is still the same.

The rest of your life, always the rest of your life.

Perhaps the biggest difference is that he began to try to talk more with Zhao Zicheng, Sun Wen and others, and tried to accept a few more people.