Name: Shanjun Zhao

Class: Class F

Previous ranking: NO.12

——

Name: Lin Xiao

Class: Class C

Previous ranking: NO.382

——

Looking at the rankings displayed on the big screen, there was a lot of discussion in the audience.

"382... Is there something wrong with this? ”

"AI shows bUg? 32 or 38 or something...? ”

"Why do you say bUg? Maybe the senior has opened up this year, and he will become a top student with a kick! ”

"What the hell, you think it's a game!?"

"Isn't it very good to be able to martial arts? Became stronger by relying on power and martial arts? ”

……

on the north side terrace.

Jiang Wenlong's pen lid tapped on the file board and looked at the students below with a little curiosity.

"Principal Zhong, I didn't expect... Are there any children who are improving by leaps and bounds this semester? ”

"Hmm..."

The old headmaster frowned and moved his gaze to Ling Sen and Lan Bao.

Ling Sen sipped his hot tea to himself, as if he hadn't noticed his gaze, his expression was very leisurely.

And Lan Leopard... She smiled directly at the old principal, full of provocation, but her mouth had no intention of moving.

A pair of "The old lady knows this, but she deliberately didn't tell you!" ".

"Humph!"

The old principal snorted disdainfully, turned his head, and smiled awkwardly at President Jiang beside him:

"It's good that students are progressing! He's going to show his strength later, let's take a good look and see together! ”

And the legion cadres at the other table were also full of novelty at this time.

Being able to break through from the tail of the crane to the 6A qualifying race, this student's progress is not insignificant, at least the power martial arts has reached the level of entanglement.

Maybe it's a good seedling?

Thinking of this, the three cadres were suddenly shocked, and even the speed of eating melon seeds was accelerated a little.

In the back row, seeing that his students met Lin Xiao again, Li Jingru pursed her mouth.

"How do you feel that this kid and I are born to be in a pinch~?"

"Fate."

Wu Qinghua's eyes were fixed on the ring and said lightly.

"Bluff~! I didn't think that Xiaoqing is also a person who believes in fate..."

Li Jingru clasped her hands around her shoulders and said with a strange smile: "Come on, come on, push his friend to me, and I'll get in touch with the young man!" ”

"Hmm... Send two selfies first, let him feel the teacher's girly beauty! ”

"No, there's no need to ......"

Wu Qinghua turned his head, pushed his glasses, and glanced at his friend inexplicably.

On the left side of the terrace, although the host Zhu Jing's expression was a little weird, he did not forget his responsibilities and worked according to the process.

"Now give the ring to the players, now... It's game on! ”

Everyone's eyes were focused on the main ring, wanting to see how the junior who "counterattacked" showed his strength.

But unexpectedly, it was not 382 students who took the offensive posture this time.

Rather, it's the highest-ranked player......

……

"Drink...!"

Zhao Shanjun, who was carrying the giant hammer, bowed his body, and an invisible power surged from his body, presumably his body had been filled with power.

The man clenched his hands into fists, and the gray veil overflowed from his body, wrapping his limbs in a thin cover.

"Whew..."Zhao Shanjun raised his eyes, looked at his opponent solemnly, and said, "I'm ready!" ”

"Well, you can get on."

Bang——!

The distance between the two sides is fleeting.

Facing the roaring iron fist, Lin Xiao's eyes were calm, and he gently raised his left hand.

Boom ——!

A violent shock wave swept across the ring, and the powerful wind shook up the dust, creating a ring of air on the ring.

The powerful fist wrapped around the power was taken by the palm, and at the intersection of the palm and the fist, a light dark gray gauze shrouded it.

Zhao Shanjun's expression was not the slightest surprise, and he began to launch attacks one after another.

Punches and legs, like endless rainstorms, with the power of thunder, mercilessly hit the opponent.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

Terrifying explosions rang out one after another in the ring.

The shock wave brought by the collision of powers was like a grenade, exploding and roaring in the ring.

Compared with other players who were eliminated to the round-robin tournament, Zhao Shanjun is too much stronger.

He was supposed to play a defensive role, let his opponent show his strength, and then win the game and knock him out.

But at this time, he launched an attack, looking at the strength and frequency, he had no intention of leaving his hand at all.

And the opponent who was bombarded by him was the outrageous "bad student" with a low ranking......

The audience focused on the defending student, who hadn't moved much since then.

In the face of the all-out attack of the 12th in the year, he just raised his hands lightly.

Either blocking, or hard docking, or sideways dodging attacks, there is no sense of urgency in his expression.

Even in addition to defending, he can occasionally fight back, allowing the opponent to show his footwork and flexibility.

This feeling is very similar to the posture of those high-ranked players just now, facing low-ranked players, and even more relaxed.

But the question is... Zhao Shanjun is not a "weakling".

The attack like a stormy wave, the energy reserves with excellent density and strength, the excellent power use skills, the turbulent atmosphere, like the violent explosion of gunpowder.

It's all about the strength of this fighter.

As the attacker, Zhao Shanjun's strength is obviously one or two notches stronger than the player just now.

Not to mention juniors, even those freshmen and sophomores who don't know much about power martial arts can clearly see this.

And the man who defended the side was able to effortlessly take over the offensive of this intensity one by one, and his strength... And to what extent?

Thinking of this, the atmosphere in the auditorium suddenly began to liven up.

"Outrageous, outrageous, there's definitely something wrong with this ranking, right!?"

"Good guy, I thought it was a little white rabbit that was advancing by leaps and bounds, but it turned out that it was a dragon who had just woken up!?"

"! That senior's breezy posture is so handsome, and he looks at Lao Tzu! ”

"No wonder he has to be the defender, sure enough, the player knows the strength of the two sides better than us."

"That Zhao Shanjun is so fierce, I guess I will be seconds with one punch!"

"This strength is in the top five in the year, right? Putting him in line with Zhao Shanjun, is the school AI calculated with the principal's hair? ”

……

On the north terrace, the female teacher Zhu Jing's eyes were already wide in shock.

She looked back at the teachers behind her, her confused expression, as if she was puzzled... How did you rank in your junior year?

In the face of the questions of the juniors, except for a few teachers who were familiar with Lin Xiao, everyone else was also at a loss.

They didn't know this kid was so fierce!

The three legion cadres next door had put away their casual expressions at this time and officially entered the working state.

After registering Zhao Shanjun's information, they kept staring at Lin Xiao, to be precise, at the "part" where he was in contact with the attack.

Before making contact with the opponent's attack, the student did not have any power wrapped around him.

But every moment before the flesh "hand-to-hand", there will always be a dark gray film that emerges, blocking the opponent's attack for him, and then disappears directly.

"This kid is quite proficient in power martial arts!"

Rubbing its red hair, the flame beast raised an eyebrow, revealing a rather interested smile.

The ghost watched the battle quietly for a moment, his handsome face expressionless and his eyes very deep.

Then, he took out his phone and recorded some information.

[Lin Xiao, provisional evaluation: first-class talent, the same level as the top ten in the year. 】

As for the purple demon, she had already come to Wu Qinghua's side, and slapped Lin Xiao's student file with a click.

"Tsinghua, how is this kid?"

"It's pretty upright."

"Uh-huh... The strength is qualified, the character is qualified, although he is a man, he looks good. ”

The purple demon turned around the phone and said with a sly smile:

"This kid should be able to fight for it, I'll send a group of cadres to ask later, and I'll just say that it's a student you taught~!"

Wu Qinghua helped his glasses and did not answer.

……

The main seat of the terrace looked at the fight that had been going on for a while.

The gray-haired President Jiang removed the tip of his pen and silently flipped through the file in his arms, turning it from Lin Xiao's page to Zhao Shanjun's page.

While recording, he smiled bitterly at the old headmaster all the way:

"Principal Zhong! Next time there is such a surprise, remind me a little, it is still quite troublesome to flip through the files..."

“……”

The old headmaster touched his smooth head, turned his head, and glared viciously at the dean of the juniors.

"What's going on with this student!? Explain it to me! ”

"Hmm..."Ling Sen helped Bai Xu and said noncommittally: "The old man only knows that he is the new chief of Class C, and the rest don't know much..."

The old headmaster glared at Lan Bao again.

"I play tennis and occasionally go to play with my wife!"

Lan Leopard smiled and compared the gesture of waving the racket.

“… You two bastards! ”

Of course, the old headmaster didn't believe it.

He gritted his teeth in anger, rolled up his sleeves and wanted to fight with the two riddlers.

As a result, this time......

On the court, the young man raised his big sword sideways, like playing tennis, with a beautiful side swing.

Bang——!

The side of the big sword slammed into Zhao Shanjun's body, blowing up a huge shock wave, and the strong man took the hammer with the people, drawing a curve full of arcs.

With two clicks, it fell on the outside of the ring.

"What's going on? He's pretty good, isn't he? ”

Old Headmaster: "......"