"Well, then be careful yourself." Wang Teng hesitated a moment and said the same.

He wanted to persuade Han Zhu, but he could not admit defeat, but after thinking about it, he didn't say anything.

Some things can only be decided by himself, and he can't interfere with anything.

Men's battles never need anyone else to intervene.

A few moments later, the No. 12 platform ended the game.

Han Hanzhu slowly stood up, holding a stick of King Kong, and said nothing to Wang Teng, and went straight to the No. 12 ring.

On the other end, Zhao Yuanwu had a faint smile on his face, as if he didn't put the game in his eyes, and was extremely confident.

I also came to the ring.

"Game start!"

The referee ordered.

Han Zhu didn't hesitate, the long sticks waved, and the original force of the soil system condensed on them, and a shadow of sticks shrouded toward Zhao Yuanwu.

Zhao Yunwu seemed quite calm, holding a sword, the fire force condensed on the knife, swinging Han Zhu's club.

He is a fire warrior!

Puppet clashes with a sword and Puppet shoots out Mars.

Boom!

Zhao Yuanwu's immense force on the stick made him feel tight, and he found that he was looking down on Han Zhu.

This force seems to be falling like a boulder, extremely heavy.

Each collision caused the sword in his hand to shake, and the force passed to his hand. The tiger's mouth hurt, and it seemed to be shattered.

"Go!"

Zhao Yuanwu's face was shameless, his body flickered, and he avoided Han Zhu's attack. He slashed out with a knife, and the red-colored swordman carried the mighty power and cut to Han Zhu.

Han Zhu's eyes were dignified, and the strong yellow light flashed instantly on the long stick.

Clang!

The stinger blasted on the long stick, making a trembling sound.

Han Zhu's face changed greatly, and the huge impact made him retreat backwards.

! Pedal! Pedal!

He stomped on the ground and left shallow pits on the hard platform ...

The corner of his mouth even exuded blood.

Obviously, this blow has caused Han Zhu to suffer internal injuries.

Zhao Yuanwu chased after the victory, slashed across with a knife, Han Zhu hurriedly resisted, kept going backwards, his face paled.

After a short while, he was forced to the edge of the ring.

At this time, his internal strife was getting worse under the attack, and the situation was very bad.

"Just so much strength, I want to take revenge for others." Although Zhao Yuanwu recognized Han Zhu's strength, he did not sneer at all, sneered, mockingly.

At the same time, the offensive became more and more fierce.

Han Zhu gritted his teeth, and a flash of sharpness flashed in his eyes. He no longer resisted. He repeatedly approached the sword with his sword and waved his stick to fight instead of attacking, and fought with Zhao Yuanwu.

The two men hit the center of the ring again from the edge of the ring.

After a short while, they fought dozens of rounds. Even if Han Zhu tried his best, he was still in a disadvantage.

Boom!

A severe collision, the original force exploded, Han Zhu flew out and landed on the ground.

He slammed the stick into the ground, and stopped his body backwards, but couldn't help spitting a blood, and the whole man stunned.

But then he sank with both feet, stepped on the ground, and finally ... stood still!

There was a sharp knife mark on his chest.

A large amount of blood was sprayed out, the flesh was blurred, and the injury was extremely serious.

Han Zhu still wanted to fight again, but found that he was weak and weak, his eyes turned black for a while, and he held a stick in his hands to prevent himself from falling down, then his head fell, and he suddenly lost consciousness.

Zhao Yuanwu strode forward and seemed to want to attack again.

Under the ring, Wang Teng changed his face and wanted to rush to the ring to stop.

At this moment, the referee stood in front of Zhao Yuanwu and said blankly: "He has lost consciousness, you have won!"

"Hum!" Zhao Yuanwu narrowed his eyes and glanced at the other side, and finally gave a cold hum and had to give up.

Uh ...

"Hoo!"

In the auditorium, many people noticed the fighting over here. At the moment, as the fighting ended, many people's breath finally came out.

Wonderful!

Intense!

This game is eye-opening for many people

Han Zhu and Zhao Yuanwu's battle was opened and closed, giving a feeling of "this is the battle between men". It was very popular, and it made people sweat cold for both sides.

And even if Han Zhu loses, no one thinks he is weak.

Instead, they tacitly acknowledged the strength of Han Zhu, which surpassed most of the competitors they watched before.

"Huang Haijun School is indeed a famous school. The contestant named Han Zhu is not weak at all!"

"Of course, Huang Haijun School is the top military talent education school in China."

"It's a pity that he lost to Zhao Yuanwu!"

"Hum, I really hope someone can clean up Zhao Yuanwu's arrogant guy."

Uh ...

At the Xiadu Military Academy rest area, Luo Cheng looked at the figure half-kneeling on the platform, shook his head, and was a bit sorry.

"The defeat of the Yellow Sea, I am afraid that we can no longer compete with us." Said some contestants of Xiadu Military Academy.

"If Han Zhu can return to the final in the resurrection match, there may still be a chance to fight." Another humane.

"Don't be hit by morale." Luo Cheng hugged his arms and said lightly.

An opponent who has lost his morale is not a good opponent.

Uh ...

On the second floor of the auditorium, Peng Yuanshan looked expressionless, and the other five deans also looked a little dignified and slowly stood up.

"I'll go and see." Tong Hu said not looking good.

"Let's go together." Su Jing and the four went down with him.

"Lao Peng, your school has lost even the strongest Han Zhu, and this ranking is probably hanging." Yan Kang, dean of Jindo University's Budo School, said with a hint of gloating.

"Victory is a routine thing for soldiers. If you lose, you lose. For the next martial arts competition, we won't be able to lose again. UU reading www.uukanshu.com." In the resurrection match, with the strength of Han Zhu, it is not difficult to kill back. "

"Make sense." Yan Kang smiled and said nothing more, they are not enemies, and the argument is endless.

On the stage.

The medical staff wanted to lift Han Zhu down for treatment, but encountered extremely embarrassing things.

They can't move Han Zhu!

Han Hanzhu held the stick firmly with both hands, and the stick was inserted into the floor of the platform and could not be pulled out at all.

The referee came forward to help and wanted to open Han Zhu's hands and pull out the stick.

The result was that he couldn't break open, and the sticks couldn't pull at all.

"This ..." This referee was also a 5-star warrior-level warrior. He exhausted his strength at this moment, but had no effect, and his face was red immediately.

"What's going on?" The audience looked at the scene in amazement and talked.

"Looks like, in order not to fall, Han Zhu's power to hold the stick is extremely great. Then the last thing was to insert the stick into the ring very deep, and even the referee was powerless." The commentator explained in surprise.

"Come on!" At this moment, Wang Teng came over.

"Can you?" The referee doubted.

"Try it." Wang Teng stepped forward, motioned the referee to retreat, and then slowly opened Han Zhu's hand.

The referee widened his eyes ...