Gao Wu: You have science, and I have magic!

Chapter 74 You don't understand what people say, right?

Linjiang No. 1 Middle School lost three games in a row!

Moreover, Miao Yi, the Thunder Blade who was highly expected by everyone, was defeated. Even after Miao Yi tried his best, he couldn't even make the opponent lose blood.

The gap is so huge that it's disappointing.

Xu Lan's pair of distant mountain eyebrows were deeply furrowed at this time. Such a result was really unexpected, which made her feel a headache: "Song Xin hasn't closed his pores yet, how could he have practiced the true qi martial armor?"

Xu Lan was puzzled about this matter.

You know, although there are nine levels of professional martial artists on Blue Star, they are actually divided into three levels.

Stages one to three can transform internal energy into martial arts true energy, and the body's muscle strength can withstand small-caliber bullets. These are the lower three stages.

From the fourth to the sixth stage, the true Qi protects the body by itself, resonates with each other in the cells to produce a force field that can withstand rifle bullets. This is the middle third stage.

From the seventh to the ninth stage, the mind resonates with the heaven and earth, the true qi blends with nature, and can transfer the damage received, which is enough to resist anti-material weapons. These are the upper three stages.

The True Qi Armor is a life-saving skill that only martial artists above the fourth level in their profession are qualified to condense, and only a few geniuses can master it.

Song Xin doesn't even have any true Qi at the moment, so where does the true Qi armor come from?

Xu Lan couldn't help but glance at Yuan Hao from the corner of her eye. She had previously thought that this famous martial arts master, who had only become famous in Linjiang City in the past two years, was just a hype created by Yingjie with money spent on publicity. She didn't expect that he actually had some skills.

At this time, Yuan Hao was sitting in the spectator seats, expressionless, his eyes as calm and composed as ever, as if Song Xin's victory was not worth boasting about.

"Weak, weak, weak, so weak. Is there not even one person who can fight in the fighting center of No. 1 Middle School?"

Song Xin stood on the stage, his expression and tone full of contempt.

Zheng Zigang in the audience was immediately furious and stood up in a rage: "You just defeated a few minions and you're showing off here. Do you really think you're invincible? Defeat the most powerful one in our No. 1 Middle School Fighting Center first!"

Song Xin was confused when he heard this: "Who is the most powerful one among you in No. 1 Middle School right now?"

"Of course it's Ye Qingzhou, could it be me?"

Xu Lan also walked towards Ye Qingzhou at this time and asked in a low voice: "Are you sure? Our No. 1 Middle School can no longer lose, so you must not only win, but also win beautifully to save face for our school."

If we lose again, Yingjie will strip us of our underwear. How can we call ourselves “the best school in Linjiang” in the future?
This is not just a false reputation, it also involves the allocation of education funds and affects the jobs of many people.

Ye Qingzhou blinked and said, "Teacher Xu, to be honest, I really can't get excited about this kind of childish game."

Seeing Ye Qingzhou was so unwilling to do anything without benefits, Xu Lan was not surprised.

She knew that talking to Ye Qingzhou about "bringing glory to the school" at this time was like talking to a cow.

In desperation, Xu Lan had to tempt him with benefits: "The school recently applied for a batch of golden thread fire dates, which are very helpful for Yi Jin."

Upon hearing this, Ye Qingzhou immediately put on a dignified and serious expression: "Teacher Xu, don't worry, No. 1 Middle School is my alma mater. It is my duty to bring honor to the school."

After saying that, Ye Qingzhou stood up, walked onto the stage, and did some warm-up exercises in front of Song Xin.

"Are you Ye Qingzhou?"

"it's me."

Ye Qingzhou put his hands on his hips, twisted his waist and hips, moved his spine, and looked nonchalant.

Such behavior made Song Xin feel particularly unhappy.

He has always been the one who looks down on others. When has he ever been looked down upon like this?

After taking a look at the sword bag Ye Qingzhou left on the seat, Song Xin asked again: "Where is your sword? Did you forget to take it?"

"unnecessary."

Ye Qingzhou, who had already finished warming up, hooked his finger at all the members of the Yingjie Middle School team: "It's too troublesome to fight one by one, you can all come together."

Wow~
Such outrageous words immediately caused an uproar in the audience.

Everyone had an expression of disbelief, wondering if there was something wrong with their ears.

"Fuck, Pighead Ye, please stop going crazy!"

"Is Ye Qingzhou so arrogant now?" "He wants to defeat all the opponents by himself?"

On the stage, Song Xin looked at Ye Qingzhou as if he was a fool: "You want to fight against the six elites alone?"

Ye Qingzhou shook his head: "No, no, no, you misunderstood. What I meant by all of you is the remaining 21 members of your team. Go together. This way, you may not lose so badly."

Song Xin sneered: "Are you sure?"

Ye Qingzhou sighed: "It seems that you don't understand what I'm saying, so I'll say it again in a language you can understand."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Qingzhou's figure disappeared in an instant.

Song Xin took a breath and was about to take a defensive stance, but before his body could react, his entire face was covered by Ye Qingzhou's hand.

First, his vision went dark, and then Song Xin felt the world spinning.

Then, he suffered a severe blow to the back of his head, foaming at the mouth and losing consciousness.

Ye Qingzhou stood up slowly, and Song Xin's head had been pressed into the ground by him, "planted" on the stage like rice seedlings.

"Doing this will allow you to see the gap between you and me?"

On the ring, Ye Qingzhou stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent.

Outside the ring, there was complete silence. Everyone stared blankly at Song Xin who was "planted" into the soil by Ye Qingzhou, and for a moment they were unable to come back to their senses.

"What just happened?"

"What happened to Song Xin?"

"Oh my goodness, Song Xin is really in trouble this time."

“This is about planting trees and educating people!”

In the spectator booth, Leon was dumbfounded: "How did Master Ye win? Where is Song Xin's dominance? Can't he withstand Miao Yi's ultimate move?"

Miao Yi frowned in thought at first, then quickly figured out the reason: "So that's it."

"What did you see?"

As a result, facing Leon's question, Miao Yi had no intention of responding at all. He just sat there holding the Miao Dao and closed his eyes.

He had just fought with Song Xin and had consumed a lot of energy. Now he needed to nourish his spirit and recover his strength.

"Hey, hey, say something!"

"Stop arguing, don't you see this?"

Xu Yuebing has been with Ye Qingzhou the longest, and has also learned the Heart Sword. Now, both his vision and knowledge have been greatly improved, so he analyzed the details of the previous battle: "Song Xin's domineering body needs to be activated by internal energy, and it is not activated all the time, so as long as the move is fast enough and he has no time to react, he can win with one blow."

In the seats of the Yingjie team, they finally came to their senses.

"Song Xin actually lost?"

"And he didn't catch a single move!"

"Is it because of carelessness, or was it because of the battle with Miao Yi just now that the consumption was too great?"

"neither."

Yuan Hao pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose. At this moment, his eyes did not show any anger or frustration due to Song Xin's failure. Instead, he seemed quite excited, as if he had picked up some rare treasure.

"Amazing! I didn't expect that Linjiang No. 1 Middle School actually has such a genius!"

Yuan Hao could hardly conceal the ecstasy and excitement in his heart.

"At only sixteen years old, he has already entered the realm of super speed. Even Zhang Xinwu cannot match his talent. He must have awakened a special ancient bloodline!"

"No, I must collect his blood. It will definitely be helpful for subsequent experiments."

(End of this chapter)