191: C191 Romance of Men

C191 Romance of Men

After he finished speaking, he took advantage of Xiong Dali's instability and moved behind Xiong Dali. Then, he clenched his fists and roared.

"Move, block, hammer!"

A huge force came from his hands and pushed Xiong Dali to the side.

Without giving Xiong Dali any time to react, Lin Yang caught up with him and kicked him into the sky. Like a golden lightning bolt, he leapt into the air.

His fist, shoulders, elbows, and knees had all turned into sharp weapons. Every time he changed his moves, it seemed smooth and natural.

After a series of moves, he landed on the ground. Then, he leaped up and fiercely chopped down. Xiong Dali's huge body directly smashed onto the ground.

The entire arena instantly began to shatter from the middle like a spider web. It was the core of the spider web, Xiong Dali's body.

When this scene fell into the eyes of the dean of War College, he could not help but clap and cheer.

"Good, good, good. This is the true fighting. The art of fists and kicks, the romance of men! This kid is to my liking. "

As he spoke, he glanced at the crowd behind him: "I'm warning you all, you all are not allowed to have any ideas about this kid. He is definitely mine. With this kid's fighting skills, in the War College, even being a teacher is more than enough. "

When these words came out, even the old dean nodded his head. Although he didn't look as carefully as the one in War College, Lin Yang's grasp of the timing of the battle and the utilization of his moves were not something that an ordinary person could achieve.

The few deans beside him also nodded their heads. One should know that those who were able to stay in Dynasty College weren't weak.

As for this Lin Yang, he hadn't even used his weapon up until now, let alone his Martial Spirit. His strength was indeed formidable.

On the arena below.

Lu Wenyi looked at Lin Yang helplessly. "Junior, can't you calm down a little? You've beaten me until I'm half dead. Senior, I'm also very tired. Okay! "

Lin Yang smiled and bowed to Lu Wenyi. "I'll have to trouble you, senior! This Xiong Dali was not a big deal. With the Iron Eater Martial Spirit, he has a strong defense and recovery ability. Let him sleep. He'll be fine once he wakes up. "

Lu Wenyi wasn't too worried about Xiong Dali's life or death. On the one hand, he believed that Lin Yang knew his limits. On the other hand, the Iron Eating Beast's survival ability was ridiculously strong.

Worried that the next stage would cause trouble again, Lin Yang decided not to go up this time. He sat cross-legged on the stage and waited for the others to finish their battle.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, all the battles ended.

The muscular man went down the arena once again. Without saying another word, he waved both of his hands, and the fluctuation of his domain rang out once again. The 750 arenas merged once again, turning into 375 arenas.

Lin Yang stood up and looked at them. His opponent this time was a tall and thin young man. This young man looked at Lin Yang as if he was looking at a flood or a ferocious beast.

He smiled bitterly. He had seen Lin Yang's previous two battles. He might not be able to defeat either of the two opponents.

Furthermore, these two had been killed by this man in front of him. The man in front of him didn't even take out his weapon and Martial Spirit.

After weighing his weight, the young man bowed toward Lin Yang.

"Student, we don't need to fight anymore. I admit that I can't beat you, so I admit defeat. "

After that, he bowed to Lu Wenyi and walked down the arena dejectedly.

Lin Yang smiled and did not say anything. He continued to sit cross-legged.

Soong Wenjun, who was standing at the side, looked at the scene in front of him with a slightly distorted expression.

Why? Why was he so strong? That man just now was truly a piece of trash. How could he just admit defeat?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He vented all his anger on his opponent.

An illusory chain appeared behind him, hanging at the end of the chain was an incomparably pitch-black hook. This hook was like a malicious spirit from hell, frightening one's soul.0

Soong Wenjun's opponent was in a trance when he saw this. He didn't give Soong Wenjun any time to react.

He grabbed the hook on his back and swung it violently. After that, he stuck the hook out.

The chain locked the opponent's sea of consciousness. The hook was forcefully pulled down. The man spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground. There was even a trace of disintegration in his eyes.

When the referee saw this situation, he immediately turned pale with fright. He hurriedly came to the side of the student. After investigating for a while, he frowned and took out a Divine Soul Pill from his interspatial Space Ring and poured it into his mouth.

It was only at this moment that the student's condition was somewhat alleviated.

The referee coldly swept a glance at Soong Wenjun and said sternly, "This is just a spar, not a life-and-death enemy. If this happens again, I have the right to directly deprive you of your qualifications to participate in the competition, and even expel you from the academy. "

After saying that, he coldly snorted and ignored Soong Wenjun, who had an ugly expression on his face.

Soong Wenjun looked at Lin Yang who was sitting cross-legged on the ninth ring, and the anger in his heart was even greater.

On the high platform, the five deans were also silent.

"If you ask me, Soong Wenjun doesn't have the qualifications to stay in Dynasty College. He can be so ruthless to his own people. If he really goes to the battlefield, who would dare to give his back to him?"

The muscular man from War College slammed his palm on the chair and said angrily. The old dean beside him sighed.

"Although that's the case. . . Soong Wenjun is a rare good seedling. It's not too late yet. I hope that after we arrive at the academy. . . Everyone, train him well. "

The faces of the surrounding people were filled with uncertainty, but they didn't say anything.

Soon, the third battle ended, and only three hundred and seventy-five people were left on the field.

The muscular man flew down once again. At this moment, his expression was a little ugly, and he coldly glanced at Soong Wenjun.

"Only you guys are left. This is the same way of fighting. Next, there will be one free turn. "

After saying that, all the arenas merged once again, leaving only the ninth ring where Lin Yang was standing. It stood there all alone and didn't move at all.

"The ninth ring is empty. The rest of you, continue. "

After saying that, the battle continued. Every time Lin Yang attacked, Soong Wenjun felt like he was going to be devoured by anger.

After coming out of Jian Province, he had gained Sixth Prince's appreciation. He had the physique of an Immortal Rank and his Immortal Rank Martial Spirit. Everything looked perfect.

Initially, he thought that he would gain the appreciation of all the big shots in the academy, which would allow him to rise to the top. However, he never thought that Lin Yang would appear.

In the eyes of Soong Wenjun, Lin Yang had snatched away the glory that belonged to him. It was his favoritism and everything that belonged to him.

Another heavy blow hit his opponent. Soong Wenjun looked at Lin Yang once again. His eyes were filled with the light of desire to devour someone.

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