Chapter 70 The Battle of the Book Pavilion II
The eight tutors walked vigorously into the training ground with the eight winners of their class, came to the front of the big ring, and bowed to the vice president and the eight great mentors.
The vice dean is obviously a person who doesn't like nonsense. He looked at the 16 people in front of him and nodded and said, "Well, I can see that your training in the past three days is a little effective, so let's show you your strength. Let me read the winner's name first.
"Class 1 of the martial arts department, the winner is Talman." The vice president took out the list and read it.
Following a precise young man behind a bearded tutor, he saluted the vice president and the surrounding mentors and students, and then walked into the fence of the martial arts arena.
"Oh! Talman! Come on!" The students in the off-site class began to shout.
"Taleman! You are so handsome! ......”
"Cough, Class 2 of the Martial Arts Department, Lance." The vice dean coughed, signaled the students not to be too excited, and then continued to read it.
"Lance, come on!" ......
"Lance, come on!" The students of Class 2 taught by Yarus began to shout. Although Lance was a little taciturn in the class and did not have a particularly good person to play with him, at this moment he represents the honor of the whole class. Most of the students in the class cheered him enthusiastically, among which the loudest one was Betsy. .
Lance, who took a few steps, couldn't help looking at the loudest shouts in the crowd and saw Betsy, who was laughing and trying to wave to him. He couldn't help smiling and waved to her, and then saw the beautiful girl beside Betsy...
Her blonde hair looked more beautiful in the sun, looking at Lance smiling slightly, and then made an encouraging gesture. Seeing that Lance's mood got better uncontrollably, he nodded to the girl, and then walked into the field with confidence.
"Class 3 of the Martial Arts Department, Lu Anna." The vice president continued.
A beautiful woman with a good face and a well-proportioned figure came out from the tutor of Class 3 and also welcomed the cheers of the students in the field. She is the only girl among the eight winners this time. Although she is the daughter of the Finance Minister of the Empire, it will never be easy to stand out among many strong people...
"Class 4 of the Martial Arts Department, Menzel."
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"Class 5 of the Martial Arts Department, Zhanli."
"Oh!!! Exhibition! We are optimistic about you!"
"Exhibition, come on! ......”
Zhanli, dressed in tight competition uniform, came out, saluted the tutor and all the members, and then walked to the court.
'Hmm? It's him...' Lance looked at Zhanli walking towards the field and was slightly stunned. Since the other party was slapped by him on the day of admission, he was expelled to the end of the team by the college tutor. Lance had never seen him again. He thought that the other party had not been admitted to the college, but he didn't expect to meet here. While thinking about it, he found that Zhanli was looking at himself gloomyly, and his eyes were full of provocation.
Lance sighed, but he didn't expect to always meet this person, and his ghosts will never dissipate...
The vice dean continued to read, "Class 6 of the Martial Arts Department, Fetel."
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"Class 7 of Martial Arts, Stas!"
Looking at the dark teenager who came out from behind the tutor of Class 7, Lance's eyes lit up and found that it was the teenager who participated in the martial arts college examination with him on the day of admission. Only two of them in that group passed the hospital examination, and then talked on the way to report. The impression of this Saibei teenager Lance is still good. The opponent's strength is very good and his mind is also very simple. At this time, he came to the field.
Although the skin of the teenager named Starr was dark, his face was full of sunshine. He noticed that Lance, who entered first, was looking at him. He smiled and nodded to Lance.
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"Class 8 of the Martial Arts Department, Andres." The vice dean finished reading the name of the last winner. When Andres entered the field with cheers, he continued: "Today's battle of the library will no longer be drawn. You will challenge yourself! The challenged cannot refuse to accept it! Your strength is much stronger than that of ordinary students, and you have received separate teaching from your tutors, so this time the fighting mode is only freehanded. Do you understand?
"I understand!" The eight winners shouted in unison.
"Well, now you can start challenging freely. Who will come first?" The vice president asked faintly.
The eight winners looked at each other, and no one suddenly said anything for a while.
Lance was thinking about whether it was better to take the initiative to challenge others or wait for others to challenge. A voice interrupted his meditation and attracted everyone's attention.
"I'll go first!" Zhan Keli shouted to the vice president in an air.
"Oh!!! Exhibition, good job!" Some noble children outside cheered and coaxed.
"We are optimistic about you! ......”
Zhanli was even more proud to hear the cheers around him. At this time, he felt that the winners of the other classes were bastards, and this championship battle was set for him.
"Well, that's good! So who do you want to challenge? The vice president asked.
"I want to challenge Lance of Class 2 of the Martial Arts Department!" Zhan Keli pointed to Lance and said loudly.
Lance felt something when he saw Zhanli's arrogant step forward. As expected, the other party chose himself decisively, which seemed to avenge the last time. Lance sighed in his heart: The other party has indeed made no progress. Although his strength may have improved, such a stupid look of 'I am the first in the world' has chosen himself directly without carefully observing all his opponents. Presumably his mentor has gritted his teeth with hatred at this time.
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Under the stage, looking at the depressed martial arts class tutor, Arus came forward and said with a smile, "Haha, I didn't expect your student to be so powerful. When he came up, he directly chose Lance in my class. You know, he is very difficult to deal with. In fact, no matter how you look at it, you should challenge the girl in Class 3 first, right?
"Yarus, don't be complacent." The tutor of Class 5 hummed, "Look at you always look like a villain. This noble student in our class is indeed a little frivolous, but his strength is still okay."
"Haha, okay, let's wait and see." Yarus patted him on the shoulder and smiled. Although they are a little competitive and mock each other, looking at the appearance of Arus and the tutor of Class 5 hooking up at this time, they know that as mentors in the college, their relationship is still good, but they are used to comparing with each other.
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On this side, the vice dean who heard the words nodded and said, "Okay, Lance, Zhanli has challenged you. You two go to the martial arts arena now."
"Yes!" Lance and Zhan Keli answered.
On the big martial arts arena, the winners of Class 2 and Class 5 stood opposite each other, and the long-awaited battle of the library began. Looking at the two people on the scene, the whole students had stopped cheering and quietly and nervously watched the upcoming war. Those who can enter the college are all elites, and those who stand out among these elites and become winners are those with high strength and talent. Although Zhanli is a little rampant and doesn't dare to be flattering, his strength and talent are still very objective. Otherwise, he has been trained in the many children of his father, the Marquis of the Empire, and he also used a lot of high-level elixir to improve his level.
The two people on the stage bowed to each other and then opened the position.
Zhanli tilted his mouth and smiled at Lance and did not attack first. Hey hey, it turns out that your name is Lance, but it's really easy for me to find. Few ordinary people like you know you in the college, so I thought you weren't admitted to the college.
He paused and then said, "It's good that you successfully took the exam. That's really great. What's better is that you have become the winner of Class 2. God really helps me. Otherwise, even if I find you, it's not easy to take action against you in the college. But you have to compete for the first place in this class. It's really pitiful. I will make you regret coming to this martial arts platform. Zhanli said a series of words with a gloomy smile. He was really happy to see Lance appear here. He had a grudge against the fact that he was slapped in the court examination. These days, he was thinking about revenge all the time. A few days ago, he finally saw that the person he 'thought so much" was still in the college, but because of the following repeated training and competition But he couldn't free his hand to investigate. Now when he saw Lance come to the door by himself, Zhanli was very happy and really happy. He seemed to have seen this annoying civilian being beaten to the ground in front of the whole school and kneel down to beg for mercy.
He didn't think he would fail. In these three days, he has reached Xiaocheng, and even the tutor praised him for his high talent. Frankly, even among the winners of eight classes, few of them want to master the tutor's stunts to such a level in just three days. So Zhanli is very confident, and his family has recently given him a set of profound fighting skills. He already feels that nothing can block his way to the championship, and Lance, this annoying guy, is the first stumbling block he has to sweep on his way to success.
Lance looked at Zhanli with a blank face without saying a word, and his eyes were completely indifferent and ignored. For such arrogant and domineering noble children, he has always been used to directly ignoring each other.
Zhanli said happily, but the other party just looked at himself indifferently, and his eyes were full of disdain, as if he was saying, 'I'm too lazy to bird you...' He finally couldn't stand it. In the past, his two meetings with Lance were directly ignored by him. This time, he decided to let him really pay. The painful price.
"You will regret your performance!" Zhanli said with a gloomy face, and then he stopped talking nonsense, put his fists on both sides of his body and roared.
"Oh! ..." symbolized the pure blue fighting spirit of the middle realm of the middle-level warrior burst out of him. It can be seen that Zhanli's cultivation talent is still good. When he fought with Lance in the hospital examination, he was only a light cyan fighting spirit that had just entered the intermediate level. At this time, the quality of fighting spirit has been improved again and changed to pure cyan.
"Let's take it!" Zhanli shouted loudly and rushed to Lance. As soon as you get close, it is a fierce serial punch attack.
"Hmm, it's good to come." Lance's fighting spirit exploded all over his body, and several of them flashed forward and fought with Zhanli. Although Zhanli talked nonsense at the beginning and Lance ignored it, once it came to the battle, Lance would never despise any enemy.
"Boom!" Boom!" Boom!" ...The two fought several times in an instant. It's all a tough fist collision. Lance's fighting style is so that he is a dignified frontal attack and aboveboard; while Zhankeli is strong enough because of his conceit boxing and fighting spirit...