Traveling Frog: Burning Fruit at the Start

The third game is a crucial battle.

As long as he wins this game, Liu Xia is confident that Class B2 will win this competition.

At this time, all the pressure from Class B2 came to Hou Cheng.

The opponent, Yang Yong, has B-level strength and is ranked in the top five in Class B1. He is an absolutely formidable opponent.

He didn't dare to be careless, so he took out his gloves as soon as he came on the stage, and his whole body tensed up in an attacking posture.

"Don't be nervous, the competition will be over soon!"

Yang Yong grinned and showed a bloodthirsty smile.

Suddenly, Yang Yongyong's power surged, and then he unsheathed his long sword and slashed hard in the air. The sword energy moved toward Hou Cheng with a fierce aura.

The power revealed by this blow, Yang Yong's strength was close to the peak of B level, which made Hou Cheng's pupils shrink slightly.

However, he is not someone to be bullied.

Hou Cheng's body bounced back like a cannonball to dodge. His sword energy missed the target and hit the ground, leaving a big crater.

Seeing that the attack missed, Yang Yong increased his speed and rushed forward again.

Hou Cheng did not expect that the other party would attack so decisively, without even adjusting his posture. In panic, he could only cross his hands and clasp his fists to block his chest.

At the beginning, the two will try their best, as if they are going to the rhythm of desperately.

Although Hou Cheng's fists could accurately block every sword strike from Yang Yong.

However, the gap in strength is still very obvious.

Judging from Liu Xia's perspective, if Hou Cheng couldn't change the rhythm of being beaten passively, then failure would only be a matter of ten minutes.

At this time, Hou Cheng clearly felt his situation. If the opponent has enough spiritual energy, he must use up his spiritual energy first.

Fight!

Hou Cheng's eyes suddenly flashed, he gave up his defense, and a ball of golden aura condensed on his right fist, with a terrifying momentum.

"The golden tiger roars!"

Hou Cheng allowed Yang Yong's long sword to pick out blood arrows on his body, and hit Yang Yong's heart with his right hand without hesitation.

Um?

Yang Yong's expression changed drastically. He didn't expect Hou Cheng to want to hurt both sides.

But when he wanted to escape, he realized that it was already too late.

After thinking for just a moment, Yang Yong no longer evaded. Instead, his spiritual energy gathered on the sword, making up his mind that both sides would suffer.

boom!

Phew!

The long sword pierced Hou Cheng's shoulder, and his fist hit Yang Yong's chest hard.

The two flew backwards respectively, and their bodies fell heavily, causing a burst of smoke and dust.

Hou Cheng is so ruthless that he dares to fight Yang Yong.

Liu Xia secretly admired in his heart.

Liao Bihua and Lan Xiaoxiao also looked surprised. Is this still the Hou Cheng we know?

On weekdays, he is extremely lazy, greedy for life and afraid of death.

Just now, he actually dared to break the suppressed situation with the result of losing both sides.

This is really beyond the understanding of the two women.

"Cough cough cough..."

Yang Yong struggled to hold himself up. The severe pain in his chest made him feel the tearing pain even if he took a deep breath.

Similarly, Hou Cheng's side is not much better.

Just now, Yang Yong's sword tip was slightly tilted to one side, avoiding Hou Cheng's vital point.

Otherwise, Hou Cheng would be a corpse now.

"Hou Cheng, right? You are so cruel!"

Yang Yong changed his arrogant expression and his words became more respectful.

After all, in this world, the strong are respected. Only the strong can gain respect.

"Take people's money and help them eliminate disasters. I have a very professional ethics!"

After saying that, Hou Cheng glanced at the pierced left shoulder and still showed a relaxed smile.

He tried to tighten his left fist, but found that the sword penetrated his shoulder blade, and he could no longer use his entire arm.

"In this case, it will be difficult to fight down!" Hou Cheng said silently in his heart.

I saw Yang Yong slowly getting up, his breath gradually condensing, and the atmosphere on the stage suddenly became depressing.

Like the calm before the storm, both of them stared at each other without saying a word.

"Sword Rain!"

Yang Yong divided the long sword into three, three into nine, and nine into twenty-seven. Each handle shone with cold light and was impressive.

Then Yang Yong pointed with his right hand, and the long sword struck Hou Cheng like a rainstorm.

Rumble…

In an instant, the ground was pockmarked by the long sword. In the rain of swords, Hou Cheng barely dodged, but he was still hit by two swords and was bleeding profusely.

If Hou Cheng was not injured, there would still be a chance to dodge. But after being stabbed in the shoulder just now, his movement was indeed affected a lot.

Seeing this scene, Yin Sen could finally let go.

From the beginning to now, Yang Yong has not made any mistakes. It is precisely because of this that Hou Cheng is so embarrassed.

"Okay, it's over!"

Yang Yong's body turned into an afterimage, and the sword tip flashed with cold light in the air.

At this time, Hou Cheng had almost exhausted all his spiritual energy when he was avoiding the rain of swords.

Trying to fight back again is in vain.

Fight!

Seeing the sword that was about to stab him, Hou Cheng stood up suddenly, yelled and went straight to meet him.

Along with this loud shout, Hou Cheng was seen directly facing the long sword, and then let the long sword pierce his right shoulder, flying his body backwards.

Won!

Zhou Hang felt happy.

His left and right shoulders were pierced by Yang Yong. Even if he had another trump card, he would always lose this time.

First win won.

On the other side, Liu Xia couldn't help but feel a pain in her heart when she looked at Hou Cheng, whose arms were covered with blood and whose face was a bit ferocious due to pain.

When Yang Yong used Sword Rain, Liu Xia knew that Hou Cheng was still relatively weak.

It seems that Song Ling'er has to find a solution for the scroll in his hand.

Just when everyone thought the competition was over, Hou Cheng, who was pushed to the edge of the competition stage, suddenly rushed forward and hugged Yang Yong.

Since he took the initiative to rush forward, the damage done to him by the long sword increased.

Hou Cheng's hard work immediately frightened Yang Yong.

There are actually people who hit the sword by themselves!

Before Yang Yong came back to his senses, he found that his body was lifted with strength, and then the time was spinning in front of his eyes, and finally his eyes gradually fell from the competition stage to the audience.

thump!

Hou Cheng hugged Yang Yong, and the two fell from the edge of the competition platform.

"Yang Yong!"

"Hou Cheng!"

Companions on both sides shouted loudly.

Yang Yong climbed up and looked at Hou Cheng with complicated eyes.

At this time, his arms were covered with blood, his face was covered with sweat, and he looked very embarrassed.

"You are cruel enough!"

Hou Cheng grinned slightly, but even such a small movement would make him feel extremely stinging.

"If I can't beat you, I can still take you down."

Song Ling'er led everyone and hurried to Hou Cheng's side, took out the elixir and gave it to him to take.

"I have to give back the money I haven't paid for the heat treatment. I'm a bit reluctant to part with it!"

Seeing Liu Xia coming, Hou Cheng pretended to be sad and said.

"It's okay, just try your best." Liu Xia replied lightly.

"Yes! Just try your best."

"But, I am not convinced..."

Vaguely, Liu Xia saw Hou Cheng laughing, and there was a slight twinkle in the corner of his eyes.

"This one is a draw!"

"Now let's invite the students for the fourth round to come on!"

After confirming that Hou Cheng's life was not in danger, the referee announced the result of the match.

Although he failed to win this competition, Liu Xia was the only one left in Class B2.

By winning the last D-level student, Class B1 can be declared the winner because no one from the other side is on the field.

Liu Xia slowly stood up and prepared to step onto the competition stage.

"I'm in the last scene!"