Chapter 9 Losing Eleven Players in a Row
"Ah?" Seeing An Jing Yaocai working hard, he almost shouted, 'Harder! ’ ‘Knock that so-and-so down! ’ The young man was dumbfounded. He raised his hand and pointed at himself in disbelief: “Beat An Jing?”
"I?"
This young man was one of the three people who finished the race without challenging An Jing. His name was Cang Luzu. He was really good. He had even entered the Dachen Martial Academy and had good eyesight.
Because of this, he knew very well that An Jing was probably just a little 'tired' the day before yesterday, and he was already trying his best, so the physical gap would be difficult to make up for.
It's important for people to know themselves, so why bother?
However, after being named by his teacher, Kurashizu became interested and looked towards the stage.
At this moment, An Jing did show some fatigue after defeating nine people in succession.
Anyway, he won’t be seriously injured... This is indeed a good opportunity!
"Okay, try it."
——Don’t blame me, An Jing, you are too strong, I can only take advantage of you to be on the same stage with you.
With this in mind, Cang Lin stepped into the competition circle - but the original tenth challenger had already admitted defeat.
An Jing turned his head and looked at Cang Lingzu.
In fact, he was not tired at all, but when he defeated the fifth challenger, An Jing noticed something strange about Li Jiaoxi.
He was not stupid, and when he thought about it, he understood that the 'challenge' secretly encouraged by Xuanmingzhuang, including the meat he ate, were all used to encourage the disciples to compete with each other.
Next, Zhuang Nai's training will become more and more rigorous, and the instructors will also encourage disciples to challenge each other to fight, select elites with both abilities and martial arts, and determine the real 'elder brother' before final graduation.
But the premise is that the position of 'number one' will change and attract many disciples to compete for it.
If you are too strong, it will dampen the enthusiasm of others. Facing opponents who cannot win at all, everyone will fail.
No wonder Professor Li has such a headache.
But that's none of his business.
An Jing won't lose. At most, he just pretends to win a little more tiredly and makes others feel that he may win.
"I'm offended!"
Cang Lingzu didn't hold a weapon, and An Jing also dropped his short stick, obviously trying to compete with each other.
The two sides saluted each other, and in the next moment, there was a sudden rumbling, and Canglin stepped forward and punched out.
The Dachen Martial Arts Academy is spread throughout the territory, and the imperial court uses this to recruit talents from all over the country. Every apprentice who can enter the Martial Arts Academy will at least have a strong inner breath, enough to serve as a guard.
Cang Ryuzu did not study in the martial arts academy for too long before he suffered a frost disaster and became a refugee. But because of this, his martial arts skills also experienced blood and fire. This punch was completely different from other challengers, with a certain evil aura. , the force is like thunder, directly hurting the heart.
An Jing narrowed his eyes. He raised his left hand to challenge Cang Lingzu and struck a blow. The two bodies swayed slightly at the same time. Then An Jing ostensibly reached forward with his right hand, but actually stepped forward with his right leg, stepping on the opponent's instep.
But Canglin's footwork was equally solid. He swung his left foot to avoid Anjing's stampede, and hooked his hind leg, making it difficult for Anjing to dodge. He twisted his waist and exerted his strength, and landed another series of heart-wrenching punches.
An Jing had already expected that Canglin's footwork was solid. He was indeed from a major and had practical combat experience. Even if he had more experience, it would be difficult for him to defeat the opponent with one move after seeing the flaws like he did before. So long before Kurashizu punched, his right hand that had been stretched out suddenly exerted force and hit the opponent's right shoulder.
This blow was beyond the experience of Kurama Tatsumi. He was hit on the right shoulder and his strength was suddenly reduced. He lost his accuracy and only hit Anjing's left shoulder. The fist felt like hitting a leather bag wrapped with hard gravel. .
Each landed a blow, and each took a step back. They seemed evenly matched, but only a few could see who had the advantage.
——Oops!
Knowing that he had lost the opportunity, Cang Lingzu squatted down and rolled on the ground. As expected, An Jing had already dodged and kicked him in the air.
But after he took this opportunity to pounce sideways, he was hit by An Jing's left elbow, and had to fight hard again, his body froze in place.
This time, Cang Lingzu was at a disadvantage. He was just about to take a step back to avoid the sharp edge, but An Jing had already bumped into him sideways.
Cang Lingzu wanted to raise his leg and kick his crotch, forcing Anjing to retreat, but Anjing had already stepped on his other foot in advance, making his center of gravity unstable. At the same time, he leaned heavily and knocked him to the ground. After taking a breath, the person almost fainted.
"I give up!"
Staggeringly unable to stand, Anjing finally squatted on the ground. Anjing did not pursue him, and Cang Lazu simply lay on the ground and shouted to the sky with great hesitation: "Brothers and sisters, whoever hides his hand will be quick." Let’s take action. If we want to defeat Brother An, I’m afraid it’s only today!”
An Jing took a breath and looked around at everyone present with a smile.
But no one took action. No matter how suggestive Li Jiaoxi's eyes were, no one was willing to take action.
From beginning to end, the eleven consecutive battles that took less than a quarter and a half were over. An Jing became the well-deserved senior brother with an absolute advantage, and the next challenge will be ten days later.
But everyone knows that even if it is ten years later, no one will challenge An Jing. Unless some people make progress beyond common sense, no one will ask for trouble.
"Hey. Okay, okay, Anjing wins!"
Li Jiaoxi announced An Jing's victory rather boringly, and then said angrily, amidst the cheers of Gu Yeqi, Zhang Ying and others: "Start training!"
He drilled these young people hard. After everyone cried for father and mother, and even An Jing's legs were shaking due to the highly targeted intensive squat and horse stance training, Professor Li returned Arriving at the center of Xuanming Village, the Medicine Pavilion.
"Mr. Medicine Assistant."
He respectfully said to the old man who was on the fifth floor of the Medicine Pavilion, overlooking the martial arts field, and had watched the entire challenge process: "An Jing is indeed the most qualified this time, but I never thought that he is so strong. Others can't even challenge." No more."
"First fixed, what should I do?"
"The first one is fixed?" The old man turned his head and looked at Professor Li with a fool's eyes: "Since the first one is fixed, let the second and third ones also eat meat, and let those little guys compete for the second and third places. That’s it?”
"No matter what happens, let the top five eat meat and increase their share."
"Are we short of these pieces of meat?"
After scolding Professor Li angrily, the Assistant Medicine Officer turned his head and looked at the martial arts arena with interest: "But it is true...the quality of this batch of disciples is really excellent, and there are unexpected surprises."
After thinking for a while, the old man nodded and said: "Then let's start early. Eliminate the batch of disciples with the weakest physical strength, and use the saved resources on other people."
"It's time for them to fall in love with the feeling of eating meat."
(End of chapter)