Ultimate Devouring Evolution

At this time, the kind smile on Sima Yu's face that never seemed to change seemed unnatural.

He knew that the students in the slag class were very powerful, and many of them even had the ability to leapfrog challenges.

However, it was a two-level challenge, and it was an instant kill with one move, which he never thought of.

If he can be instantly killed by two levels, then in the next seven games, wouldn't he be instantly killed by them all?

At this time, he realized that he had thought of Lingguang Martial Dao Academy too simply.

He used to think that Ling Guang was just a small college, and the students in it were all poor students.

The reason why I voluntarily asked to be transferred to Lingguang Martial Arts Academy was because the students here were too good, and it would be easy for my class to win the freshman assessment.

But she never expected that she would meet the scumbag class.

They are a group of powerful little monsters.

After two levels of challenge, he can still be killed in seconds. How the hell can others play?

Taking a couple of deep breaths, Sima Yu put away those grass mud horses in his heart first.

I can't lose my cool just because of a game.

At any time, calm is the most important thing.

There are still 7 games, as long as one can be kept, it is possible to win the championship.

And as long as they can win two games, the championship will be stable.

Thinking of this, he felt much calmer.

This time, he didn't type his name immediately, but waited for Zhang Fan to report his name first.

However, when he saw Zhang Fan's side, the anger that had just been suppressed in his heart rose again.

I saw that the slag class was punching in full swing again, obviously it was another decision to decide who would go first.

Nima, don't we lose face in the meteor class?

Fist, punch, punch, damn it!

Can you die if you don't pretend?

But it was just cursing in his heart. In order to maintain the image of a kind person, he still had to put on a kind smile on the surface.

At this moment, he was really envious of Zhang Fan.

If you like it, you like it, if you hate it, you hate it, so at least you are happy.

You don't have to put on a smile even though you've been slapped in the face like now.

So fucking tired!

Soon, the slag class had already used punches and rock-paper-scissors to determine the students who would appear this time.

Wang Dong: Level 6 quasi-warrior.

Sima Yu had an impression of Wang Dong, he was a very honest student.

Although it was also an instant kill all the way, it reached the top sixteen.

But compared to the other students in the scumbag class, he was the least distinctive and honest one.

His sword drawing has reached a small success, but it is also quite satisfactory.

To deal with such a student, it is enough to send a level 7 quasi-warrior.

Thinking of this, Sima Yu typed the name of a level 7 quasi-warrior.

However, when the two-minute adjustment time was only two seconds away, he suddenly and quickly changed the name and replaced it with Yue Qun.

Everyone was surprised when they saw Yue Qun's name.

Yue Qun, a level 8 quasi-warrior!

The strongest of the meteor class.

He was also the one who killed all the way and made it to the top sixteen.

Before the strong rise of the slag class, he was considered the strongest in the whole first grade.

"Is there any mistake? Meteor class actually took out their trump card!"

"To deal with a mere level 6 quasi-warrior, there is no need to use the trump card?"

"And this Wang Dong in the scumbag class, although he killed all the way, but compared to the other students in the scumbag class, he is probably the one with the weakest strength. He is not even as strong as that Huo Juxiong. To deal with him, he even sent the strongest ,This……"

Sima Yu felt bitter in his heart.

He actually doesn't want to.

He originally wanted to be like Tian Ji's horse racing. Every time a student appeared in the scumbag class, their meteor class would only send students who were one level higher than the other party.

But now the opponent has instantly killed a level 7 quasi-warrior.

If you send out another level 7 quasi-warrior this time, if you lose, then you want to win later,

It is even more difficult.

Instead of that, it's better to take out the cards.

At least win this game.

And with the strength of this Yue Qun, there is no problem at all to instantly kill that Wang Dong.

As long as they can instantly kill Wang Dong and find a chance to win another match later, then the champion will be the Meteor Class.

Several bigwigs on the stage also guessed what Sima Yu was thinking, and they all admired secretly: "If you break it, you will break it. You are indeed Teacher Sima Yu."

"It seems that the Meteor Class will definitely win this match. The only suspense is to see if it can be killed instantly."

Director Zheng said: "I think it is likely to be an instant kill. After all, one is a level 8 quasi-warrior, and the other is only a level 6. And this level 8 quasi-warrior is also super powerful."

The dean also nodded: "Generally a level 8 quasi-warrior can instantly kill a level 7 quasi-warrior, not to mention that Wang Dong is only a level 6 quasi-warrior."

"That's right, a level 6 quasi-martial artist, this is all about giving points to the Meteor class."

Amidst the discussion among the crowd, the two sides had already put on their competition uniforms and came to the stage, standing at a distance of five meters.

The referee has not called the start yet.

Wang Dong seemed a little afraid to look at Yue Qun.

Seeing Wang Dong's timid look, Yue Qun laughed lightly: "With you like this, you can kill all the way? I don't know what kind of luck it is."

Wang Dong laughed awkwardly, and said, "I...actually, I'm better at drawing swords and chopping. But it's not that good...I'm actually very stupid. I'm the slowest one in our class to learn drawing swords and chopping."

"Humph."

Yue Qun snorted coldly and ignored Wang Dong.

Wang Dong smiled wryly, and said, "Can I admit defeat later?"

Yue Qun snorted again: "Your class doesn't give other classes a chance to admit defeat, do you think I will give it to you?"

Wang Dong had a bitter face, looked back at the scumbag class, and then turned his head: "I'm definitely going to lose, but can you not make me lose so ugly? As long as I don't kill in seconds, I can do anything. The class teacher knows I can't win You, so the task given to you is as long as you don't get killed in seconds."

Yue Qun smiled disdainfully: "I can't help it, you were born with the face of being instantly killed. Your homeroom teacher doesn't know what's wrong with his head, why he pretended to be forced, and decided to let you fight first. Now you can only accept being instantly killed This is the fate of others. You can only blame yourself for this.”

While speaking, the referee gave an order: "The game begins!"

choke choke choke——

There were two knives.

On the screen, two blood-red characters appeared: Spike!

The disdainful smile on Yue Qun's face suddenly froze there.

His knife had just been pulled out a third of the time.

At this moment, the audience was completely silent.

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