Chapter 352

"Well, then you should be careful." Wang Teng hesitated for a moment, but said the same.

He originally wanted to persuade Han Zhu to admit defeat if he couldn't beat him, but after thinking about it, he didn't say anything in the end.

There are some things that only he can decide, and he can't interfere with anything.

Men's battles never require others to intervene.

After a while, the No. 12 ring ended the game.

Han Zhu stood up slowly, holding a long diamond stick in his hand, and walked straight to the No. 12 ring without saying anything to Wang Teng.

On the other side, Zhao Yuanwu had a faint smile on his face, as if he didn't take this game seriously, and he was extremely confident.

Also came to the arena.

"Game start!"

The referee gave an order.

Without any hesitation, Han Zhu waved his long stick, and the original force of the earth element condensed on it, and shadows of sticks enveloped Zhao Yuanwu.

Zhao Yunwu, on the other hand, seemed quite calm, holding a saber in his hand, the original force of the fire element condensed on the saber, and swung away Han Zhu's stick.

He is a fire element warrior!

The long stick collided with the saber, and sparks shot out.

boom!

The huge force on the stick made Zhao Yuanwu's heart tighten, and he realized that he had underestimated Han Zhu.

This force is like a boulder falling down, extremely heavy.

Every hit and collision made the saber in his hand vibrate, and the force was transmitted to his hand, causing pain in the tiger's mouth, as if it was about to be shattered.

"roll!"

Zhao Yuanwu's face was full of evil, and his figure flashed, avoiding Han Zhu's attack, and slashed out with a knife. The scarlet-red knife light carried terrifying power, and slashed at Han Zhu.

Han Zhu's eyes were solemn, and a strong yellow light shone instantly on the long stick. He let out a deep drink and blocked it upwards.

clang!

The sword light struck the long stick, making a violent trembling sound.

Han Zhu's face changed drastically, and the huge impact made him fall back uncontrollably.

pedal! pedal! pedal!

Stepping on the ground, unexpectedly left shallow pits on the hard arena...

Blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

Obviously, this blow had caused Han Zhu to suffer internal injuries.

Zhao Yuanwu took advantage of the victory to pursue, and slashed at him with a knife. Han Zhu hastily resisted, and kept retreating, his face turned pale.

After a while, he was forced to the edge of the ring.

At this time, his inner organs were more seriously injured under this attack, and the situation was very bad.

"With such little strength, I want to avenge others." Although Zhao Yuanwu recognized Han Zhu's strength, he sneered and mocked.

At the same time, the offensive became more and more violent.

Han Zhu gritted his teeth, a stern light flashed in his eyes, he stopped resisting, swung the long stick regardless of the saber aura several times, and fought with Zhao Yuanwu by attacking instead of defending.

The two fought from the edge of the ring to the center of the ring.

After fighting for dozens of rounds in a short while, even though Han Zhu tried his best, he was still at a disadvantage.

boom!

A violent collision, the original force exploded, Han Zhu flew upside down, and landed on the ground with a bang.

He slammed the long stick into the ground and stopped his retreating figure abruptly, but he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and he staggered a bit.

But then his feet sank, cracking the ground, and finally... stopped!

And on his chest, a knife mark was extremely conspicuous.

A large amount of blood sprayed out, bloody and bloody, and the injury was extremely serious.

Han Zhu still wanted to stand up and fight again, but found that his whole body was weak and his eyes went black for a while. He held the long stick tightly in his hand to prevent himself from falling down. Then his head dropped and he lost consciousness immediately.

Zhao Yuanwu strode forward, as if he wanted to attack again.

Under the ring, Wang Teng's complexion changed, and he wanted to rush to the ring to stop him.

At this moment, the referee stood in front of Zhao Yuanwu and said expressionlessly: "He has lost consciousness, you have won!"

"Hmph!" Zhao Yuanwu narrowed his eyes and glanced at the other party, and finally let out a cold snort, and had to give up.

...

"call!"

In the auditorium, many people noticed the battle here. At this moment, as the battle ended, many people finally let out the breath they were holding.

Wonderful!

fierce!

This game has opened the eyes of many people

The battle between Han Zhu and Zhao Yuanwu was open and closed, giving people a feeling of "this is a battle between men", it was very hot, and people couldn't help but sweat for both sides.

And even if Han Zhu lost, no one thought he was weak.

On the contrary, they acquiesced from the bottom of their hearts to Han Zhu's strong strength, which surpassed most of the contestants they had watched before.

"School Huang Hai deserves to be a famous school, and this contestant named Han Zhu is not weak at all!"

"Of course, Huanghai Academy is the number one military talent education school in China."

"It's a pity that I still lost to Zhao Yuanwu!"

"Hmph, I really hope someone can clean up that arrogant guy Zhao Yuanwu."

...

In the rest area of ​​Xiadu Military Academy, Luo Cheng looked at the half-kneeling figure on the ring and shook his head, feeling a little regretful.

"With Huang Hai's defeat, I'm afraid we won't be able to compete with us anymore." Said a contestant from the Xiadu Military Academy.

"If Han Zhu can make it back to the finals in the rematch, maybe there is still a chance to fight." Another person said.

"It's better not to be hit by morale." Luo Cheng folded his arms and said lightly.

An opponent who has lost morale is not a good opponent.

...

On the second floor of the auditorium, Peng Yuanshan was expressionless, and the other five deans also looked a little dignified, and slowly stood up.

"I'll go down and have a look." Tong Hu said with a grim expression.

"Let's go together." Su Jing and the others walked down with him.

"Old Peng, your school has defeated even the strongest Han Zhu, and this time the ranking may be suspended." Yan Kang, the dean of the Martial Arts College of Jinlin University, said with a hint of gloating.

"Victory or defeat is a common matter in military affairs. If you lose, you will lose. We will fight back in the next martial arts competition year. We Huang Hai can't afford to lose." Peng Yuanshan said lightly: "Not to mention there is a resurrection match. With Han Zhu's Strength, it is not difficult to kill back."

"That makes sense." Yan Kang smiled, and said no more, they are not enemies, and the verbal dispute will stop as soon as possible.

In the arena.

The medical staff wanted to carry Han Zhu down for treatment, but encountered an extremely embarrassing thing.

They can't move Han Zhu!

Han Zhu held the long stick tightly with both hands, and the long stick was inserted into the ground of the ring and could not be pulled out at all.

The referee stepped forward to help, trying to break Han Zhu's hands and pull out the stick.

In the end, it couldn't be broken apart, and the long stick couldn't be pulled out at all.

"This..." This referee is also a 5-star soldier-level warrior. He has exhausted all his strength at the moment, but it has no effect, and his face turns red immediately.

"What's going on?" The audience looked at this scene in amazement, discussing a lot.

"It seems that in order not to fall down, Han Zhu held the stick with great strength, and the last blow pushed the stick into the ring so deep that even the referee couldn't do anything." The commentator explained in surprise.

"Let me come!" At this moment, Wang Teng came over.

"Can you?" the referee asked suspiciously.

"Try it." Wang Teng stepped forward, signaled the referee to back away, and then slowly broke away Han Zhu's hand.

The referee's eyes widened...