Chapter 115: Ranking is better than beating people

Ding Sifan's ridicule of Wenyi and Wuzhou was heard word by word by the audience on stage, causing a burst of laughter. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info A few days ago, when the Wuzhou team was just on fire, some people often joked about this.

Everyone looked at the three people in the picture, their strength was indeed worse than Baishui No. 2 Middle School, and Wuzhou was indeed like the countryside compared to Baishui, a city that could rank among the top five in the southeast region of China.

Those who supported Wen Yi and them, although some scolded Ding Sifan, most of them were silent, looking a little embarrassed.

Everyone thought that Wen Yi would swallow this breath and be able to stand here, even if he directly admits defeat, he is also the third in the school district, this honor is enough to make them proud for a lifetime, and they can't provoke a strong enemy like Ding Sifan.

But then Wen Yi said the previous sentence without being humble or arrogant, and everyone was still surprised, and the second half of the sentence Wen Yi said after a pause directly shocked everyone.

"Wuzhou!Wuzhou!" After a moment of silence, those who supported Wuzhou shouted together, and the momentum was shocking, as if echoing Wen Yi's words.

Listening to the shouts coming from the stands, Ding Sifan's face was also a little colder, looked at Wen Yi, and pouted: "Like you, I can fight ten." ”

At this moment, the host's voice came from the stereo on the side: "The results of the draw have been announced, please prepare for the first game between the two teams." ”

As soon as the display screen on the side lit up, the first game was the Wuzhou team and Baishui No. 2 Middle School.

"I hope you won't cry and beg for mercy too soon. Ding Sifan put the long knife in his hand on the ground, turned around and walked towards the ring, the long knife mopped the ground, and pulled out an ugly sound.

"I'm going to give you a champion. Wen Yi looked at He Li, who opened his mouth to speak, and said in a deep voice.

He Li looked at Wen Yi, nodded, and said solemnly: "Okay, we're done." ”

Wen Yi walked towards the ring first, and Wen Qing and Ding Bingxuan quickly followed.

"him. Wen Yi looked at Ding Sifan's back and said.

". Wen Qing nodded.

"How?" asked Ding Bingxuan.

"It's better to kill him before the referee makes a move. Wen Yi's voice was lowered a little. "Bingxuan, you hold those two for a while, you do it with me, you try to hold him back, I'll get him." ”

"Good. Wen Qing and Ding Bingxuan responded without the slightest hesitation.

Speaking of nature, it must be done, Wen Yi looked at Ding Sifan's back, his eyes were slightly cold. Since those Wuzhou people who watched the live broadcast couldn't beat him, the three of them who were on the scene naturally had to do it.

In a place like my hometown, I can't say it well, but I can't tolerate half a sentence from others' mouths.

Wen Yi is this kind of person, and Wen Qing and Ding Bingxuan are obviously this kind of people.

Therefore, the result of the game is not important, but the beating of Ding Sifan is very important.

This small storm in the waiting room completely ignited the atmosphere of the gymnasium, and the cheers came and went.

As the second-ranked high school in the Southeast School District, Baishui No. 2 Middle School is not weak in popularity, but this is Gusu City, Gusu No. 1 Middle School has been pressed by Baishui No. 2 Middle School for many years, and it is not very pleasant to even take the city of Gusu to see Baishui.

Therefore, it was originally the home of Gusu No. 1 Middle School, and at this time, most people supported Wuzhou.

This kind of thing is very pleasant to hear, so the slogan of cheering for Wuzhou resounded almost throughout the entire gymnasium.

In the thirty-square-meter ring, Wen Yi and the three of them stood in one word, without any formation, and they were not talking nonsense.

On the side of Baishui No. 2 Middle School, Ding Sifan dragged the long knife, looked at Wen Yi coldly, and listened to the unfriendly cheers on the field, his eyes became cold.

"Both sides are in place, the first game of the finals, begin!" the referee did not talk nonsense and announced loudly. There was a head referee and two assistant referees in this match.

As soon as the referee's voice fell, Wen Yi and the three of them were already silently charging towards the opposite side, Ding Bingxuan was slightly in front, and the long sword was unsheathed, and he stabbed Ding Sifan first.

Except for Ding Sifan, who used a knife in Baishui No. 2 Middle School, the other two did not use a blade.

"It's a good time!" Ding Sifan snorted coldly, and slashed towards Ding Bingxuan with his knife.

The swords collided, making a crisp sound, Ding Bingxuan's hand shook, and the long sword in his hand almost fell off, but fortunately, his wrist turned and he held it in his hand again.

Wen Yi, who was close to Ding Bingxuan's side, approached Ding Sifan at the moment when he returned the knife, and cut his neck with a palm.

Ding Sifan's waist folded back, directly avoiding Wen Yi's palm, the long knife flipped over, and stabbed diagonally towards Wen Yi's back at an extremely fast speed.

Wen Qing forced back a tall and thin boy who was attacking Wen Yi's back with a punch, and turned around with a punch to smash Ding Sifan's head.

And Ding Bingxuan, who was the first to strike, shook his long sword at this time, and slashed diagonally at the sturdy student who smashed his fist at Wen Yi on the side, forcing him to turn back and defend.

Although Wen Qing's fist was small, its strength was extremely great, Ding Sifan thought for a moment, and he had already withdrawn the long knife that was stabbing at Wen Yi, and instead used the handle to meet Wen Qing's fist.

Although Wen Yi, who missed the palm, was surprised by Ding Sifan's speed, he didn't waste time, ignoring the tall and thin students who were already rushing towards him on the side, and elbowed Ding Sifan's temple.

Ding Sifan's face turned grim, and the moment the handle of the knife collided with Wen Qing's fist, regardless of the huge power coming from his right hand, the long knife swept directly towards Wen Yi.

Wen Yi, who could have easily avoided it, gritted his teeth, twisted his body outward, stretched his elbow and turned into a knife, and slashed at the back of Ding Sifan's neck, and then slid outward.

However, the long knife came extremely quickly, although Wen Yi had moved as much as possible in the direction of the knife, he was still touched by the tip of the knife, cutting through the team uniform, and cutting a five-centimeter-deep wound on his waist, and blood gushed out at once.

The assistant referee on the side hesitated for a moment, and when he saw the referee shaking his head, he didn't step forward.

"Bastard!" Wen Qing's eyes turned red all of a sudden, and a fist slammed into Ding Sifan's right hand, who was stumbling forward, and with a click, his right arm holding the knife was already broken, and he couldn't even hold the long knife in his hand and fell to the ground.

At this time, the tall and thin boy also came behind Wen Qing, slapped a palm on her back, Wen Qing staggered forward two steps, spit out a mouthful of blood, and was attacked by a palm unsuspectingly, and he was also injured at this time.

Ding Bingxuan on the side put aside his opponent and stabbed at Ding Sifan with a sword, this sword was not fancy, it was a straight sword.

The tall and thin boy flashed forward, staggered his long sword, and grabbed Ding Bingxuan's arm. And the sturdy student who originally fought with Ding Bingxuan also followed closely behind, smashing a punch into the back of her heart.

At this moment, Wen Yi rushed towards Ding Sifan again, his steps were like sliding on the ice, and he used the loach sliding step that he was able to use now to the extreme, avoiding a punch from Ding Sifan's right hand and slapping Ding Sifan's chest with a palm.

Ding Sifan let out a low roar, grabbed Wen Yi's collar with his left hand, and slammed his knee into his lower abdomen. (To be continued.) )