All-Attribute Martial Dao

Wan Baiqiu was seriously injured and lost the ability to fight. The referee immediately declared Zhao Yuanwu the winner.

The medical staff immediately rushed up and carried Wan Baiqiu away for treatment.

Through the big screen, the audience clearly saw this scene, and there was a lot of discussion.

"How can Zhao Yuanwu be so cruel?"

"It's crazy to put such heavy hands on girls!"

"That girl just wanted to give up, right? Why is this person like this?"

...

Everyone felt disgusted by Zhao Yuanwu's senses straight down. Such behavior is really frightening.

But Zhao Yuanwu didn't care at all, facing everyone's eyes, he calmly stepped off the ring.

At Huang Haijun Academy, many students followed, only Han Zhu and Wang Teng remained on the field.

Han Zhu took a step forward and stood in front of him.

Zhao Yuanwu looked at him and said blankly: "Get out of the way!"

"She has no strength to fight anymore, why do you have to make such a heavy hand!" Han Zhu clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

"Hehe." Zhao Yuanwu smiled softly.

Facing Han Zhu’s questioning, he looked extremely plain, and said disdainfully: "Heavy hands? Are you always so naive? I didn’t take her to life, it’s kindness already. If you’re on the battlefield, who will care about her? Life and death, not enough strength, it's not enough to admit defeat obediently at the beginning. Whatever you can do, you should thank me for letting her see the facts."

"You!" Han Zhu couldn't say it angrily.

This man is too shameless!

Too arrogant!

Too pretentious!

Han Zhu has never met a person who can make him so angry, the anger in his heart is hard to restrain, almost burst out.

"You want to hit me?" Zhao Yuanwu stared at Han Zhu and smiled: "Can you try?"

Han Zhu had reached the brink of explosion, and the original force surged out, condensing on his fists.

Zhao Yuanwu looked down at his hands, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

"At the end of the fight, you will always meet in the ring." Suddenly a flat voice rang from behind Han Zhu.

At the same time, a hand rested on Han Zhu's shoulder.

"Wang Teng!"

With a move in Han Zhu's heart, the force of his hands slowly dissipated.

"I know you." Zhao Yuanwu tilted his head to look at Wang Teng who was walking behind, and smiled faintly: "Do you think you can go to the end?"

"Ah, who can say it?" Wang Tengman said nonchalantly.

Zhao Yuanwu stared at Wang Teng twice, and said, "If you run into me in the game, I will let you know that the trick is just a trick and won't make it to the table."

After speaking, he walked past the two of them.

Wang Teng and Han Zhu did not stop them anymore and kept watching him leave.

Then the two returned to the rest area, ready to see Wan Baiqiu.

"This Zhao Yuanwu is not good." On the way, Han Zhu said to Wang Teng with a solemn expression.

"Yeah." Wang Teng nodded without saying much.

Zhao Yuanwu is arrogant, but Wang Teng is not afraid, his strength is still higher than that of the opponent.

If they did, the abused person would only be Zhao Yuanwu.

The two came to the medical room, and not only the other students stood guard, but Peng Yuanshan and others were also there.

The medical staff had already taken care of it, but at this moment Wan Baiqiu was still in a coma, and he seemed to be seriously injured.

"That bastard Zhao Yuanwu, how can he play such a heavy hand!" Another girl in the team said angrily.

"That guy is very rampant, completely deliberate." Han Zhu said.

"He is very strong." Du Yu said with an ugly expression.

Everyone couldn't help being silent.

At this moment, Peng Yuanshan suddenly said, "Han Zhu, are you sure you met Zhao Yuanwu?"

"The General Hospital." Han Zhu looked at Peng Yuanshan and said with a serious expression: "I will go all out."

"Okay, don't lose the face of our Huang Hai." Peng Yuanshan nodded, and then left with Tong Hu and the others.

...

In the afternoon, the list of matches appeared on the big screen.

Wang Teng glanced over, and when he saw his name, he couldn't help but shook his head. His opponent was not Zhao Yuanwu.

"It's a pity!" He sighed secretly.

Then he searched for Zhao Yuanwu's name.

Suddenly, his gaze paused, and a look of astonishment appeared on his face.

Zhao Yuanwu: Han Zhu

Unexpectedly, he did not meet Zhao Yuanwu, but was met by Han Zhu.

"Han Zhu's strength... this is a bit hanging." Wang Teng frowned slightly and sighed again.

Under his spiritual vision, it can be seen that Han Zhu's strength is also a 5-star combat soldier, but it is still a bit worse than Zhao Yuanwu.

And Zhao Yuanwu is the young master of Qian Yuanzong, I am afraid that the background is not shallow, in this respect Han Zhu should not be comparable.

The outcome can only be determined by the strength of the two!

Thinking about this, Wang Teng walked towards the arena where the next game was going to be played.

This time, his opponent came from...the first institution!

And also a girl.

The attention of everyone was instantly attracted, can Wang Teng continue to walk?

This time his opponent came from the first institution, and according to the data, the opponent's strength can also be ranked in the top five in the first institution.

Bai Ginseng once again pointed the camera at the ring where Wang Teng was, and whispered to the audience in the live broadcast room: "Dear friends, who do you think is stronger between Wang Teng and Mao Na from the First Academy?"

Various responses flashed past the barrage.

"The first university is very strong. Although I really want to watch Wang Teng's game again, it feels a bit suspended."

"I don't know why, I have an inexplicable feeling that Wang Teng will win!"

"Brick crazy demon, the world is invincible!"

"God is a brick madness!"

Seeing this, the White Ginseng General's heart moved, and he asked: "If, I mean, if Wang Teng is stronger than Maona, then do you think Wang Teng will make a brick for Maona?"

Everyone was stunned by his question.

"..."

"Next, next brick?"

"Participate in you, are you the devil?"

"Note the lonely life!"

"Take a brick to the girls, but you can figure it out!"

"How can a beautiful lady be able to play, even if she is stronger than Mao Na, Wang Teng will definitely pity Xiangyu."

"That's not good. You forgot about Zhao Yuanwu this morning. What if Wang Teng is silly doing martial arts like him?"

"It makes sense, it's crazy."

...

In the Qian Yuanzong rest area, Zhao Yuanwu sneezed abruptly, his eyes a little puzzled.

Everyone in the live broadcast room speculated endlessly, but there was no doubt that their interest was stimulated again, and they were full of curiosity about the next Wang Teng game.

In the ring, the referee blew the whistle and the game officially began.

Mao Na of the First Academy paced slowly, holding a dagger in each hand, shimmering with cold light, and her eyes were very calm and deep, like a ghost in the night.

Wang Teng stood loosely on the spot, looking at Mao Na with interest.

This girl is not weak, and she seems to be taking a dexterous route. Looking at the weapons, she is obviously good at close combat.

She is looking for an opportunity to shoot.

At a certain moment, Mao Na suddenly shook, her body turned into an afterimage, and disappeared in place. When she reappeared, she was already behind Wang Teng. The two daggers were like two swords of a mantis, and they stabbed Wang Teng extremely quickly from both sides. Temple.

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