Mecha Breaks the World

He Yuqi couldn't hold his breath again: "No, Zhirong will really lose if this continues."

You Jia also began to worry: "The situation is really bad, Zhirong must show some performance."

On the other side, Lin Wenjie has already begun to celebrate with joy: "Xu Xin is going to win! The butterfly dressing steps you taught, Murong, are so useful!"

Quite different from them, Murongxuan interrupted Lin Wenjie with a bad face: "Stop talking! Xu Xin is about to lose, what's so happy about!"

"What? No? Isn't Xu Xin's present form great? How could he lose?" Lin Wenjie felt that his head was a bit unable to turn his head, so why Murong Xuan would say Xu Xin was about to lose.

Xu Xin in the arena also thought that he was about to win, and cheered himself up in his heart: "Just work harder! As long as you hit Zheng Zhirong a few more times in his mecha, you can't bear it."

At this time, Zheng Zhirong’s mecha suddenly burst into a hearty laugh: “It turns out that this is what Teacher Lang said about fighting with your head. I finally understand. Xu Xin! Surrender! You have no chance!”

"Joke! You should be the one who has to surrender! I don't know who is the one who is in the disadvantage now." Xu Xin is definitely impossible to surrender. He thinks that he has a huge advantage, so he just needs to insist on Zheng Zhirong. Losing in his hands, the result of defeating a high synchronization rate with a low synchronization rate in the game will make him famous.

Seeing that Xu Xin was so confident about defeating himself, Zheng Zhirong continued to laugh: "Isn’t it just learning a little bit of butterfly and flower steps? As for being so excited? I have seen it very clearly just now. You can only do it from beginning to end. A few steps have not changed at all. If you use the butterfly dress better, I might have lost it a long time ago, but it's a pity that you didn't."

The flaw that was the last thing to be noticed was seen by Zheng Zhirong. Xu Xin was so embarrassed that he swung his sword and slashed: "You bullshit! There are no other moves to deal with you. I can defeat you with just these few tricks! Watch the sword!"

It's a pity that Zheng Zhirong really understood Xu Xin's moves. He stood at the place where Xu Xin was about to settle. It felt uncomfortable that Xu Xin's offensive was blocked and blocked. He retracted his sword and wanted to move back.

Zheng Zhirong did not give Xu Xin a chance to adjust, and he controlled the mecha to quickly step forward to block his retreat. If Xu Xin retreated according to the original route, it was like hitting the beam sword Zheng Zhirong erected. It made him feel more uncomfortable than eating a fly.

Xu Xin still didn't believe that Zheng Zhirong had seen through his moves, and continued to use the butterfly piercing step to twist the angle and retreat in the other direction, but Zheng Zhirong took a few steps to come to him.

"Why is Zheng Zhirong always able to get me one step ahead? Does he really see through my butterfly and flower steps as he said?" Several moves failed, and Xu Xin was in chaos.

Because of time Guan Xu Xin learned from Murongxuan in less than ten steps in butterfly dressing, and only five steps can be mastered proficiently. Before using it repeatedly under the advantage, I don’t know how many times, but I did not expect to be studied by Zheng Zhirong. Through.

Xu Xin, who was in a mess, was no longer able to contend with Zheng Zhirong. Watching Zheng Zhirong stabbed with a sword, he could not avoid it and was thrust straight into the ground.

Zheng Zhirong immediately stopped and retreated: "Xu Xin accepted the pass~"

Xu Xin thought of struggling after being stuck on the ground. Unfortunately, the whole beam sword penetrated the chest of his mecha and sank into the ground. It was difficult to stand up easily, and his limbs danced like a tortoise turned upside down.

Teacher Lang couldn't stand it and reminded him: "Xu Xin can admit defeat, there is no need to continue the competition."

"No! I haven't lost yet! I can still play!" Xu Xin refused to accept Teacher Lang's suggestion, and forced the beam sword out of his body while roaring.

As a result, Xu Xin’s large movements once again damaged his mecha. The beam sword caused more damage to the mecha before being pulled out. As the chest exploded, Xu Xin’s mecha lay on the ground and twitched continuously. .

Teacher Xu cut off Xu Xin's simulation operation and greeted the two students to come to the stage: "The game has been divided, and both students should return to the podium."

Zheng Zhirong opened the simulation cabin door with a smile on his face, and stepped briskly to walk in front of Teacher Lang and said: "Teacher Lang, I finally understand how to fight with my brain!"

"Well, remember to think at all times, and don't let instinct control your body." Teacher Lang just nodded gently, pretending to be indifferent.

Others on the stage saw Teacher Lang's anxious behavior in front of him, and thought he was very cute now, and Teacher Xu had known him for many years and even laughed out loud.

However, Xu Xin came to the rostrum angrily, and his feet shook the sky: "Why cut off my operation? I can still continue the game."

"Naughty! Do you think we are deliberately targeting you? Don't let me step aside." Facing Teacher Xu Xinlang, he didn't have a good temper, and he began to learn the lesson by blowing his beard and staring at him.

Xu Xin was like a mouse meeting a cat in front of Teacher Lang. He was almost withered and walked to the other three students obediently, but his eyes still showed unwillingness, and his eyes kept drifting between Zheng Zhirong and Chen Feng.

Zheng Zhirong rubbed Chen Feng's arm: "Xu Xin, this guy is going crazy, you have to be careful in tomorrow's game."

"It's not that you irritated him too much and cracked his most proud butterfly dressing. It's strange that he doesn't hate it." Chen Feng shrugged and put his right hand on his left arm, maintaining a good attitude: "There is my synchronization here. There are no special martial arts moves with the lowest rate. Soldiers come to cover the water."

Just when Chen Feng wanted to talk about doing his best, he raised his arm and touched the pocket watch on his chest. He remembered that his parents were watching him kindly in the photo on the pocket watch, giving him infinite motivation: "But I didn't lose. As an excuse for my parents, I must win the game and go to a bigger stage."

On the podium, Principal Pan walked to the forefront: "Teachers and classmates, the two games this morning are over. You deserve to be the four students who stood out in our Fighter A department. The game is very exciting and very satisfied compared to what you saw. Now everyone can disband the free activities. In the afternoon we will continue to start the game in the auditorium. Please come as early as possible.

Chen Feng and several people walked off the rostrum. He Yuqi first appeared in front of the crowd, and said to Zheng Zhirong with his hands on his hips, "Didn’t you say that Xu Xin can be easily defeated? How can it be compared like this? I almost thought you wanted Lost."

He Yuqi himself is sweet, his hands on hips are not sturdy, but cute. Zheng Zhirong kindly walked up and nodded and bowed: "Isn't it disgusting that his butterfly wearing flowers is so disgusting? If you crack it, you can't solve it in twos or twos. Don't be angry."