Mech Journey

　　Long Lie looked at the people in the field, saw that the people who had just named their names had put on their outfits, and said.

　　 "Everyone trains in groups, two by two, until one can't stand up."

　　 Long Lie's cold words sounded, but everyone in the field suddenly opened their eyes.

　　 Yang Mu is the same. Although I have guessed that the next thing will be the same as the seniors and senior sisters just now, but I did not expect that the two sides will fight endlessly. This is simply...

　　 But Long Lie didn't care about the surprised expressions of all the students, but instead directed two instructors to start assigning groups.

　　 Yang Mu and another boy in a light suit were put in a group. Looking at what the other party was wearing, Yang Mu suddenly realized a problem.

Among the students in front of them, everyone's strength is not even, just like I just learned this morning, Ji Jin is already a fourth-level physique, and the physique of many people in the field is estimated to be first-level. Is random allocation really okay?

　　 And thinking of this, Yang Mu saw Ji Mo standing in the distance, and suddenly realized one thing, that is, when Long Lie just called the call, Ji Mo seemed to be with Ji Jin and the others.

　　 Yang Mu glanced over the iron suit of the boy in front of him, and suddenly an idea popped out in his mind, that is, are these things used to limit personal strength, so that everyone's strength can be averaged?

　　 What if you say that? The seemingly weak Ji Mo actually has a fourth-level physique?

　　 This is really hell.

　　 Just when Yang Mu was secretly speechless, Long Lie gave an order, and all the students in groups yelled and launched a fierce attack on the students in front of them.

　　 The boy in front of Yang Mu did the same thing, just slightly raised his arm, and then rushed towards Yang Mu.

　　 Each group fights in a big circle. If someone is knocked down and thrown out of the circle, the person who wins will be able to rest for a while, and the person who loses will be brought forward and continue to fight with the other loser.

Yang Mu raised his left hand to block the right hand swept over by the other party. The moment the two sides touched, Yang Mu suddenly felt a hot pain in his hand. Yang Mu didn't dare to hesitate, his steps were short, facing the other's waist and crotch. A punch, and then not in love with the fight, quickly opened the distance.

　　 The young man was obviously pushed back by Yang Mu's punch, then stood still and looked at Yang Mu again.

　　 Yang Mu loosened his left hand slightly, his expression a bit serious.

I didn’t expect that the thing on the opponent’s hand was so powerful, and I didn’t expect that the opponent would actually use the iron in his hand as an attack weapon. Although he could block it, he still ate it. Not a small loss.

　　The person in front of him is wearing light equipment, which means that he has a third-level physique. Although he has a second-level physique and rich combat experience, he still needs to be careful.

Yang Mu walked vigilantly for two laps, then seized the opportunity, made a fake move, and then rushed from the opponent's left side. At the same time, the fist of his left hand was clenched, raised parallel to his own eyes, and the target of the fist was pointed directly at the opponent's. Face.

　　 The boy was shaken by Yang Mu's fake action, and suddenly missed the best time to change defense. Facing Yang Mu's fist, the opponent chose to defend.

　　 The boy was almost flushed and raised his left and right hands wearing iron blocks and placed them in front of him.

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　　 Yang Mu's eyes flashed, and his movements changed at this time. The whole body sank down, his left foot touched the ground, twisted his body, and then made a round kick, swiping directly from the side to the opponent's upper left arm.

　　 "Puff!"

　　 The sound of falling to the ground sounded, but Yang Mu raised his eyebrows.

　　Because his opponent didn't get kicked out of the circle as he expected, instead, in the circle where he was standing, between the boy and the boy, a boy was lying on the ground with his belly covered.

　　Looking at this sudden person, Yang Mu and the boy stopped their hands, and at the same time turned their heads to look in a circle next to them.

　　 There stood a young man with brown hair. He was very thin, but he did not expect to be so powerful.

　　 Yang Mu squinted at the iron blocks worn on the opponent's hands and feet, realizing that this person seemed to have the same fourth-level physique as Ji Jin, but he did not expect to be so strong after being restrained.

　　 The teenager lying in the circle stood up, but looking at the purple face and rickety figure, that person's blow might have beaten him seriously.

　　 At this time, an instructor came over, pulled the opponent out of the circle, and then scolded Yang Mu to continue training.

　　 Yang Mu also retracted his gaze for the first time, and once again met the boy who was fighting against him.

Both of them have unyielding looks in their eyes. Yang Mu will not look down on each other just because the other is suppressed by himself, and the other party is not willing to be hit by Yang Mu just like that. He keeps looking at Yang Mu, probably looking for it. The weakness of Yang Mu's body.

　　 But Yang Mu wouldn't just give the opponent a chance. Without saying anything, he rushed up again with his fists.

　　 Because Yang Mu had already found the opponent's weakness first.

Just now, when he was confronting the opponent, Yang Mu had been paying attention to the two iron blocks in the opponent's hand. At first, Yang Mu was to be able to better defend against the opponent's attack, but just now, Yang Mu found something different.

　　 The iron block on the opponent's hand seems to be very heavy. When he just attacked, the opponent looked reluctant when he raised his hands to block.

Not only that, Yang Mu recalled the opponent's several active attacks. It seemed that when he fisted several times, they were all open and close moves, and rarely used direct moves such as punching. The weight is very large, and it is difficult to overcome the sudden increase in weight!

　　 So the other side's drawbacks are obvious, and I have a chance.

　　 Yang Mu bullied himself up again, clenched his fists with both hands, and took the opportunity to slam out fiercely. The opponent raised his hand to block, and then swept his other hand to counterattack. U U Reading www.uukānshu.com

But this is what Yang Mu was waiting for. Yang Mu found the opportunity to stretch out his right hand and grab the left hand swept over by the opponent. At the same time, his left hand quickly retracted, and his feet quickly circled his back to the opponent, and both hands pulled the opponent's left hand. The opponent fell to the ground.

　　 The other party seemed to realize this too, desperately trying to resist.

　　 But at this moment, Yang Mu's face sank, the blue veins on his face violent, and then he threw the opponent out, and the opponent slammed out of the circle with a loud noise.

　　 Yang Mu also stood in the circle panting, a little surprised.

　　 The suits on the opponent's hands and feet are really weird. They are so heavy. Such a weight is not at all the weight that an iron block of this size may have.

　　 Four small pieces of iron, weighing at least hundreds of catties!

　　 These things are definitely other metal substances!

Yang Mu realized this problem in horror. At this time, the young man seemed to be stunned. He did not stand up. An instructor came over and looked at the situation of the other party. He was about to say something to Yang Mu. But the figure of came over.

　　 "Change him to an opponent, and wear him a light suit."

　　 The majestic voice sounded, it was the voice of Long Lie.

　　 Yang Mu raised his head in surprise and looked at Long Lie in front of him, but Long Lie did not look at Yang Mu, but pointed to the brown-haired boy in the circle next to him.

　　 "Let them fight in a group."

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