1809: C1809 Give up

C1809 Give up

When the other instructors saw the five instructors walk towards another training field, their faces revealed curiosity.

He didn't expect Qiu Zhong, Si Bei, and the others to imitate Lee Jun's training methods.

Moreover, the talents of these five people were exactly the same as the talents of Yang Hui, Hua Yuhan, and the others.

Si Bei stood in the middle of the martial ground with a long spear in his hand and a serious expression on his face.

Zhuo Litian waved his Magic Wand and released a wave of energy that condensed the Summon Totem beneath his feet.

"Summoner, Fire Lion!"

Qiu Zhong, who was not far away, did not hesitate anymore. He waved the Magic Wand in his hand and released a vine attack towards Si Bei.

"Vine Sweep!"

Zhuang Yun and the other healing mage were standing not far away, ready to release their Healing Technique at any time.

When the vines were released, the fire lion pounced at the same time and attacked Si Bei.

Like Yang Hui, Si Bei charged at the Fire Lion without any concern for the vines' attacks.

He was prepared to learn the fighting style of Yang Hui and the Cyan Fox and fight crazily with the fire lion.

Crack, the vine lashed Si Bei's face.

Suddenly, a heart-wrenching scream rang out. Si Bei was sent flying more than ten meters away and fell to the ground.

At this moment, Si Bei's face had a scar on it, blood was flowing out.

Zhuang Yun who was not too far away released his Healing Technique and healed Si Bei.

Just as Si Bei fell onto the ground, Qiu Zhong did not stop and continuously released vine sweeping attacks.

Pa, pa, pa. The vines continuously hit Si Bei's body.

Si Bei was beaten until he rolled on the ground, screaming miserably. Zhuang Yun, on the other hand, kept releasing Healing Technique to heal.

Zhuo Litian originally wanted the Fire Lion to attack Si Bei, but after seeing Si Bei in such a sorry state, he had no strength to fight back.

Zhuo Litian only made the Fire Lion stand on the spot and wait, looking at Si Bei, who was getting beaten up and screaming in pain.

"Stop, stop, stop!" "Stop it, I'm not going crazy with you guys!"

After being whipped by a few vine magics, Si Bei cried out in pain and jumped out of the martial arts arena.

The other instructors outside the martial arts arena never thought about why Si Bei seemed to be unable to bear the same kind of talent.

"Si Bei, as a teacher, your endurance is not as good as an apprentice's. I am also a Long Halberd warrior, I will replace Si Bei."

A middle-aged instructor holding a Long Halberd walked into the training grounds with a confident look on his face. He planned to train with the others.

"Wen Lu, you look pretty brave. You have to hold on."

Seeing the middle-aged instructor with the Long Halberd walk into the dojo, Si Bei said with a smile.

Wen Lu didn't pay much attention to Si Bei's words when he heard this. He stood in front of Fire Lion and Autumn Bell and said in a serious tone.

"Come on, let's begin!"

Seeing Wen Lu replace Si Bei, Qiu Zhong and Zhuo Litian solemnly nodded and charged towards Wen Lu.2

Wen Lu held the Long Halberd in his hands and jumped up from the right side, ready to sweep away the Fire Lion that was pouncing towards him.

"Whip the rattan!"

Wen Lu focused his attention on the Fire Lion and did not notice the vine attack that was released by Autumn Bell at all.

Or perhaps, Wen Lu felt that even if he was injured, there would be a healing mage who would learn from Yang Hui and ignore the sweeping of the rattan whip.

Smack, a crisp sound came out. Si Bei, who was outside of Martial Ground, only felt his scalp tingle when he saw the cane whip on Wen Lu's back.

But soon, a smile appeared on Si Bei's face as he looked in the direction of Wen Lu.

After being hit by the vine, Wen Lu's originally calm and relaxed expression instantly froze.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Although the sweeping vine didn't cause him any fatal injuries, he was still in incomparable pain.

At this moment, the corner of Wen Lu's mouth was slightly twitching. He seemed to understand why Si Bei couldn't withstand the vine sweeping attack.

It turned out that the pain from the vines slashing at his body was far more than he could bear.

Wen Lu originally wanted to give up immediately, but when he raised his head, he saw Si Bei, who was not far away, looking at him with a faint smile.

Seeing the smile on Si Bei's face, Wen Lu recalled what he had said before and gritted his teeth as he endured the pain.

Zhuang Yun, who was not far away, did not hesitate to release Healing Technique for Wen Lu to heal.

When the pain instantly disappeared, Wen Lu revealed a smile and said confidently.

"It seems that it's only this much. As long as there's a healing mage, I can handle it …"

"Don't be in such a hurry. The show has just begun. You have to hold on for it."

Si Bei looked nonchalant as he smiled and looked in the direction of Wen Lu.

The fire lion jumped in front of Wen Lu and used its powerful claws to attack Wen Lu's chest.

Seeing the fire lion's claw attack, Wen Lu did not dare to be negligent and hurriedly used his Long Halberd to block in front of him.

Boom! Wen Lu was sent flying more than ten meters away with a muffled sound.

Just when Wen Lu fell on the ground, Qiu Zhong seemed to be prepared.

"Vine Sweep!"

Pa! With a crisp sound, the vines whipped Wen Lu's face. At this moment, Wen Lu's face became dark and twisted.

Wen Lu wanted to scream, but he couldn't. If he cried out, wouldn't it be embarrassing?

Seeing Wen Lu holding back the pain, Si Bei, who was outside of Martial Ground, couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Si Bei personally experienced the power of the vine's whip. The pain of it hitting the flesh was not something that a person could endure!

Bam, bam, bam. Wen Lu had probably released several vine attacks and was rolling on the ground.

After being beaten dozens of times, Wen Lu jumped up from the ground and rushed out of the martial ground.

"Give up, I will give up now!" "I'm not stupid, why would I suffer such a fate?!"

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