All-Attribute Martial Dao

"Well, then you should be careful." Wang Teng hesitated for a moment, and said so.

He wanted to persuade Han Zhu, but if he couldn't beat him, he would admit defeat, but after thinking about it, he didn't say anything.

There are things that only he can make decisions, and he cannot intervene.

A man's battle never requires others to intervene.

After a while, the 12th ring ended the game.

Han Zhu stood up slowly, holding a long vajra stick, did not say anything to Wang Teng, and went straight to the 12th ring.

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

Also came to the ring.

"Game start!"

The referee gave an order.

Without any hesitation, Han Zhu waved the long stick, and the original force of the earth system gathered on it, and the stick shadows shrouded Zhao Yuanwu.

However, Zhao Yunwu seemed quite calm, holding a battle sword, and on the force of the fire force condensing the knife, he swung away Han Zhu's cudgel attack.

He is impressively a fire fighter!

The long stick collided with the saber, bursting out sparks.

Boom!

The great strength on the long stick made Zhao Yuanwu's heart tense, and he found that he looked down upon Han Zhu a little.

This force is as heavy as a boulder smashed down.

Every hit and collision made the sword in his hand vibrate, and the force spread to his hand, causing pain in the tiger's mouth, and it seemed that he was about to be shattered.

"roll!"

Zhao Yuanwu's face was full of evil, and his figure flashed, avoiding Han Zhu's attack, and slashing out with a knife. The scarlet sword light carried a terrifying power and slashed towards Han Zhu.

Han Zhu's eyes were dignified, and a strong yellow light flashed on the long stick instantly, and he let out a deep shout, blocking upwards.

clang!

The blade light bombarded the long stick, making a violent trembling sound.

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

Pedal! Pedal! Pedal!

Stepping on the ground, leaving shallow pits on the hard ring...

There was blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.

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

Zhao Yuanwu took advantage of the victory and chased him with a single knife. Han Zhu hurriedly resisted and kept backing away, his face faintly pale.

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

At this time, his internal organs were injured more and more seriously under this attack, and the situation was very bad.

"With such a little strength, I still want to avenge others." Although Zhao Yuanwu recognized Han Zhu's strength, he was not forgiving at all, sneered and mocked.

At the same time, the offensive became more fierce.

Han Zhu gritted his teeth, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, no longer resisting, several times with his sword spirit, he also wielded his long stick regardless of attack, instead of defending, he fought with Zhao Yuanwu.

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

In a short while, he fought dozens of rounds, even if Han Zhu tried his best, he was still at a disadvantage.

Boom!

After a violent collision, the force exploded, and Han Zhu flew out and crashed onto the ground.

He plunged the stick into the ground abruptly, stopping his retreat, but he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and he staggered.

But then he sank his feet and stepped on the ground, finally...stopped!

On his chest, a knife mark was extremely conspicuous.

A large amount of blood sprayed out, bloody and bloody, and his injuries were extremely serious.

Han Zhu still wanted to get up and fight again, but found that his body was weak and weak, his eyes turned black for a while, and he held a long stick in his hand to prevent himself from falling, then his head dropped and he suddenly lost consciousness.

Zhao Yuanwu strode forward, as if he wanted to attack again.

Under the ring, Wang Teng's expression changed, and he wanted to rush to the ring to stop him.

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

"Huh!" Zhao Yuanwu narrowed his eyes and glanced at the other party, and finally gave a cold snort and had to give up.

...

"call!"

In the auditorium, many people noticed the battle here. At this moment, as the battle ended, the breath of many people finally vomited out.

Wonderful!

fierce!

This game opened many people's eyes

The battle between Han Zhu and Zhao Yuanwu was very close, giving people a feeling of "this is the battle between men".

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

On the contrary, they acquiesced to the great strength of Han Zhu from the bottom of their hearts, which surpassed most of the contestants they had watched before.

"Huang Haijun Academy deserves to be a prestigious school, this contestant named Han Zhu is not weak at all!"

"Of course, Huang Haijun Academy is the best military talent education school in China."

"Unfortunately, I lost to Zhao Yuanwu!"

"Hmph, I really hope someone can clean up that arrogant fellow Zhao Yuanwu."

...

In the rest area of ​​the Xiadu Military Academy, Luo Cheng looked at the figure half-kneeling on the ring and shook his head, somewhat regretful.

"Huang Hai's defeat, I'm afraid we can no longer compete with us." Said a contestant from Xiadu Military Academy.

"If Han Zhu can return to the finals in the wild card match, there may still be a chance to fight." Another human said.

"Don't be hit with morale." Luo Cheng embraced his arms and said lightly.

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

...

On the second floor of the auditorium, Peng Yuanshan had no expression on his face, and the other five principals also looked a little dignified, and slowly stood up.

"I'll go down and take a look." Tong Hu said with a weak complexion.

"Let's go together." Su Jing and the four followed him.

"Lao Peng, even the strongest Han Zhu in your school has lost. I am afraid that this time the ranking is hanging." said Yan Kang, Dean of the School of Budo at Kinrin University, with a hint of schadenfreude.

"Victory or defeat is commonplace for soldiers. If you lose, you will lose. The next year of martial arts competition is to fight back. We Huang Hai can't afford to lose." Peng Yuanshan said lightly: "Besides, there is a resurrection match, cast by South Korea. Strength, it is not difficult to come back."

"It's reasonable." Yan Kang smiled and said nothing more. They are not enemies.

On the ring.

The medical staff wanted to carry Han Zhu down for treatment, but encountered an extremely embarrassing thing.

They can't move Han Zhu!

Han Zhu held the long stick tightly with both hands, and the long stick was inserted into the ground of the ring and could not be pulled out at all.

The referee stepped forward to help, trying to break Han Zhu's hands and pull out the long stick.

As a result, he couldn't break it, and the long stick couldn't pull it out at all.

"This..." This referee is also a 5-star warrior-level warrior. At this moment, he has exhausted his strength, but it has no effect, and his face is a little red.

"What's the matter?" The audience watched this scene in surprise and talked a lot.

"It looks like, in order not to fall, Han Zhu's strength in holding the long stick is probably extremely great, so the last time he inserted the long stick into the ring very deep, even the referee can't do anything." The commentator explained in surprise.

"I'm coming!" At this moment, Wang Teng came over.

"Can you?" the referee suspiciously.

"Try it." Wang Teng stepped forward, signaled the referee to leave, and then slowly broke off Han Zhu's hand.

The referee who looked at his eyes widened...

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