Chapter 44 Jiachen goes to war

Vigorous shocks broke out, which was the most intense game so far. Suddenly, the waves like a huge tornado mixed with the earth and sand all over the sky, and it was difficult to see the situation on the factory for a while.

"Win." Jia Chen looked solemnly at the waves that were still raging and whispered.

"Did you see it?" The people standing next to him asked anxiously that they could not see the situation clearly.

Ga Chen didn't say a word. When the whole audience was silent, everyone looked at the center of the school grounds attentively. When the waves gradually resolved, everyone took a cold breath.

Xihan, who was already half kneeling in the center of the school yard, with a face like gold paper and dull eyes staring at the front, and the hammer man is now lying in a pit more than ten meters away, unconscious, and his whole body is soaked with blood.

This is an extremely tragic game. Although it is a victory, it is only a tragic victory. Everyone can see that Xihan is out of breath at this moment, seriously injured, and has no ability to fight again.

Three to one! Xihan finally fought back a game for the freshmen before he was about to be sentenced to death!

"That boy won!" Many people on the old student's side were shocked. The previous calm demeanor disappeared. They looked at Xi Han, who was still half kneeling on the field, and their faces rose with some admiration.

"Yes, this child's time to enter the late Sunday is shorter than that of a strong man. His foundation is not as stable as him, but he can still win and has potential!" Wu Biao nodded and said, "How old is he this year?" Suddenly, Wu Biao turned his head and asked Wang Yue, who was sitting next to him.

"17, it's still small. It's a material that can be made." Wang Yue also nodded and said.

This unexpected victory made the whole audience suddenly feel a little flustered. After a moment of silence, the freshmen burst into cheers, as if they had won the normal game, and they were rejuvenated and applauded Xi Han.

Jia Chen walked forward without saying a word and gently carried Xi Han on his back. "For good, it didn't hurt the meridian Qihai. It's not too serious." Jia Chen's divine consciousness entered Xi Han's body for a careful investigation, and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, what are you happy about? Isn't it just a win? There are still three games left. Do you still have anyone to participate in the war?" At this time, a tall and thin man went up and stood in the middle of the school yard, provoking to all the freshmen, with a very arrogant attitude.

"This..." A basin of cold water immediately extinguished the enthusiasm of the new life. According to them, there are only two strong men in the late Sunday, one is Zhang Yang, who is unconscious at this moment, and the other is Xihan. At this moment, he is seriously injured and has no combat effectiveness. What's next? Suddenly, the atmosphere fell down again.

The reason why they didn't know that Jia Chen was also in the late Zhoutian is that when Xihan called everyone to hold a meeting that day, Jia Chen did not go. He made a special trip to the library that day. After spending an afternoon, Jia Chen came back full of disappointment, so he also missed the time to get to know each other, show strength and select. The opportunity of the hand led to no one to know about Jia Chen.

"Hum! Cheers, don't be happy. Who dares to come up? I will chop him into mud!" Seeing the effect of the words, the tall thin man became more rampant and shouted with an ugly face.

However, the freshmen could only stare and could not vent. It was useless to beat and curse. Their faces turned red one by one, but they could only swallow their anger. More than a dozen other students standing in the competition area glared at the thin and tall man but did not dare to go up. Because the thin and tall man is still strong in the late Sunday, they are undoubtedly going to die.

"Come on, you guys come up! Du Nima is a coke, and I was not as a coke as you at that time! Don't you dare to do this?" The tall and thin man continued to provoke.

"Mad, I'll go!" Among the more than a dozen Sunday students in the freshman competition area, a teenager who looked young almost stared out and gritted his steel teeth and wanted to go forward.

"What are you going to do? Are you going to die? It's already three-to-one, and we can't afford to lose at all!" At this time, Wu Qian, who had returned to normal and still remained rational, stopped the man and said anxiously.

"What should I do? Just tell him to continue to be arrogant? I'm not afraid of losing or dying, and I'm going to die with backbone!" The man retorted that he thought it was reasonable.

"Shh..." But no one came up from the huge campus center. Suddenly, thousands of old students over there made huge boos together, looking at this side with a sarcastic smile on their faces, and their smiles were full of disdain and contempt.

"These freshmen can't be so weak. It's never happened to give up the game." At this moment, even Wang Yue couldn't help frowning.

Those freshmen who have suffered such humiliation, some bad-tempered fever began to curse, and scolded while smashing things, and they had to squeeze down to participate in the competition, and some girls with weak self-esteem even began to cry.

"Mad, I can't stand it. If you don't go, I must go!" At this moment, the teenager's eyes were red, and even his hair stood up angrily, but he had no choice but to break away from Wu Qian's hands. How could the teenager's strength in the early Sunday meet Wu Qian in the middle of the week?

"Why don't you let him go?" At this moment, more than a dozen other people also participated in and quarreled one after another. They were all red-faced, and the huge boos on Lao Sheng's side had never been interrupted, making them more likely to lose their minds and do impulsive things.

"I'll go." At this time, Jia Chen, who had just settled down, finally stepped forward and said calmly.

"Are you going?" Suddenly, more than a dozen people's eyes gathered on Jiachen at the same time, looking at Jiachen like a monster. None of them were trusting eyes, almost all questioning Jiachen.

"What are you? I won't let you go if I don't let you go?" The impulsive teenager roared that he had completely lost his mind at this moment.

"Ah..." As soon as the impulsive teenager's voice fell, a huge suction suddenly came from the air. The young man's whole body was involuntarily strangled by Jia Chen's hand, and his whole body was suspended in mid-air and could not break free.

"Is that okay?" Jia Chen still looked expressionless. He knew that he would not use some iron-blooded means to show his strength at this time. They would not believe in Jia Chen's strength.

"You! Let go of Haonan!" Wu Qian and others hurried up to rescue Haonan, but He Jiachen was indifferent and couldn't let them break up no matter how they broke up. "Well, you go." In desperation, Wu Qian looked at Jia Chen and said.

With a "touch", Haonan fell to the ground heavily, covered his neck with his hands and coughed violently.

"Are you really late on Sunday?" Wu Qian's weak tone asked uncertainly. Although he didn't understand it, he could easily kill Haonan with Jia Chen's hand just now, which made people lingering.

"What do you think?" Looking at Wu Qian, his calm eyes made people doubt. In this way, under the eyes of thousands of questions, Jia Chen slowly stepped forward and stood in front of the thin and tall man.

"It's interesting." Wu Biao, who had always been cold, had a playful smile at the corners of his mouth, and his big eyes like cowbells looked at Jia Chen with a hot light, as if he were expecting something.

"Is this boy very strong?" Seeing Wu Biao's reaction, Wang Yue was naturally curious. He did not know these freshmen and had never participated in their training, so he was very concerned about Wu Biao's judgment of the students.

"Who is this little one?" The same question appeared in the minds of thousands of freshmen. Because of Jiachen's inconspicuity, not many people noticed him before. Until when Jiachen went to carry Xihan, they thought that Jiachen was just a logistics.

For a moment, the whole audience was a little quiet, and most people focused their eyes on Jia Chen. This strange face that came out halfway out was inevitably stunned. Moreover, Jia Chen was still so calm. Under doubt, everyone felt a subtle change in the atmosphere, and all these changes began with Jia Chen alone. .

"Kid you come to die?" The thin and tall man's narrow eyes drew a fierce light, and a big knife had appeared in the man's right hand. Jia Chen could even see the full internal force flowing around the big knife, emitting a deterrent light.

With Wu Biao's order, the fifth game began inexplicably in the eyes of stumbling and questioning.

"Hey..." The tall man was unambiguous. The big knife in his hand was danced to the remnants. With a loud shout, the big knife with tens of millions of shadows looked directly at the door of Jiachen. The sound was terrible and the offensive was extremely fierce. At the beginning, he did his best. It seemed that the tall and thin man wanted to kill Jia Chen in seconds so as to establish his power.

In the face of the fierce offensive, Jiachen could even clearly see the extremely small gap on the blade. At this time, Jiachen's whole body turned slightly to the right, and the right fist full of internal strength pulled back like a bow and arrow. His right arm bent to the limit, and the upper body of the whole person was almost sideways.

The next moment, everyone only felt a thunderstorm in their ears. Jiachen's amazing right fist became bigger in an instant, and the wind roared, as if there was a fierce tiger roaring in the sky. Jiachen's fist was like a huge meteorite, falling from the sky and smashing forward heavily.

With a bang, everyone's eardrums were shaken by the loud noise. The loud sound seemed to break the heart through the body. Many people covered their ears and closed their eyes. Their expressions were extremely painful. Although Jia Chen only relied on his fists, the sound was the sound of weapons colliding.

"This..." After the blow, everyone stared at the scene. The thin and tall man's knife had broken into two halves and fell quietly to the ground. At this moment, the thin man was crawling on the ground more than ten meters away, with his face down and motionless. He didn't know whether he was dead or alive!

"This..." rubbed his eyes hard and thought it was wrong, but he found that it was Jia Chen who was standing intact, and it was indeed the thin and tall man lying on the ground.

"Is that man dead?" Suddenly, someone whispered that the sound in this quiet school is so clear and harsh, which is also what everyone wants to know.