Admitted defeat.

Cheng Jun's weapon was taken away. Without a gun, his strength was still able to defeat an ordinary first-class player.

However, he couldn't beat Qin Mo.

Qin Mo, who had lost his sword weapon, had defeated his most powerful trick. If he continued to fight, Qin Mo would be able to kill him.

Generally speaking, students who voluntarily admit defeat cannot pass the school test, the mentor test, and their own psychological test. After all, they represent the Magic Martial Arts Academy, not their personal reputation.

What's more, it's Emperor Wu and Mo Wu, this is the confrontation that everyone is looking forward to.

Being beaten until he surrendered, it would be too embarrassing for Mowu if word spread.

But Cheng Jun dared to surrender. Firstly, he had defeated nine students and his record was impressive enough. Secondly, he had already defeated a student of the Imperial Martial Arts. Speaking of which, he had already defeated the Imperial Martial Arts, but was only defeated by the other side in a wheel battle.

Is it embarrassing?

No shame.

"Chengjun, Chengjun."

"Nine consecutive victories, Cheng Jun, don't feel any pressure. You have already done a good job. It is not a shame to be defeated in a wheel battle."

"That is, Diwu has already lost once, wouldn't the people of the Sun family in Qingcheng also lose to our Mowu?"

In the audience, after a brief silence, some martial arts masters from the Magic City began to shout.

Shan Xin rolled his eyes and said, "I'm afraid these people weren't invited here, right?"

"Don't be dissatisfied. If you have the ability, you can win nine times in a row." Lin Zhishui shook his head. He thought differently from Shan Xin. The first student sent by Mowu could defeat nine students in a row. What about the other students?

Will it be stronger?

definitely.

Even if Cheng Jun is not the weakest among the students in the Mowu Exchange Competition, there is a high probability that he is not the strongest.

The key is that the strongest students from other Wuhan universities have not yet come out.

Where are their Imperial Martial Arts?

Qin Mo is on stage.

Among the new teams sent by Diwu, Qin Mo is undoubtedly the strongest and is Diwu's trump card.

It will not be easy for Diwu to get good results in this exchange competition.

According to Lin Zhishui's idea, there was no need for Di Wu to take over in the previous round. If Sun Yiyun lost, he would be defeated. It would not be too late to wait until it was Di Wu's turn in the next round.

Of course, there is a risk in doing this, that is, if Mowu continues to win, it will be very difficult for Emperor Wu to surpass Mowu in the future.

The gap is too big and it is normal to be unable to catch up.

But now that Qin Mo is here, can he catch up?

not necessarily.

It is not necessarily a good thing to reveal your trump card early.

Shan Xin said: "Damn it, brother, who are you talking to for?"

"I'm telling the truth, everyone hopes Di Wu will do well, but Qin Mo debuts so early, even if he can defeat Cheng Jun, it will be difficult to maintain a winning streak." Qin Mo debuted early, and Lin Zhishui himself couldn't even hope to win.

The results are in, and by the time he takes the field, it’s probably time for other schools to send their trump cards.

It's not easy to win.

"I hope Qin Mo can win a few more opponents."

…

"It's embarrassing to call for surrender by yourself."

In the waiting area of ​​the Demonic Martial Arts Academy, seeing Cheng Jun walking down, the young man with a broken eyebrow said with a cold face.

"That's right, it's embarrassing. What's wrong with having no weapons? You can't fight without weapons?" Another young martial artist also mocked unceremoniously: "Don't say he is a member of our magic martial arts. We cannot afford to embarrass this person."

Cheng Jun said angrily: "Qian Duoduo, stand up and fight if you are not convinced. I defeated nine opponents. If you are capable, you go up and beat him."

"You think I can't beat him?" The young martial artist Qian Duoduo looked at the competition stage and said disdainfully: "It's Mo Wu's turn next, let me go."

Cheng Jun almost vomited blood when he heard this.

Is it Mowu's turn next?

There are 22 other Wuhan University opponents in between.

Can Qin Mo defeat 22 Wuhan University students in a row and come back to meet Mowu again?

From a theoretical point of view, this possibility cannot be ruled out. After all, the schedule is not over halfway, and it is normal for major universities to retain their trump cards.

If all the average students in the team were sent, judging from Qin Mo's method of defeating Cheng Jun, he would not be surprised if he had defeated 22 opponents in a row and it was Mo Wu's turn.

The key is that if he really wins 22 games in a row, Qin Mo will have to spend a lot of energy.

Injuries are normal.

Let you go again?

Isn't it just a waste of money?

…

"Next, Huazhong Wuhan University." The examiner didn't think much. After Cheng Jun admitted defeat, he directly announced the next opponent.

Central China Wuhan University.

"What should I do? I originally thought that both the Imperial Martial Arts Society and Mowu would suffer, and we could get a big advantage."

The leading student from Central China Wuhan University had a very dark face.

They agreed that Diwu would take over the next round and send another student to compete with Mowu. This was not a good intention. The purpose was to get Diwu and Mowu injured, preferably seriously.

This way they can get a defeat spot for free.

After all, Sun Yiyun sent by Diwu almost defeated Cheng Jun.

Qin Mo came on the stage and indeed defeated Cheng Jun.

But anyone with a clear eye can see that Qin Mo was not injured, not even seriously injured.

Cheng Jun surrendered directly.

"Wait for the next round, Zhuo Fangfang, come on." The team leader of Central China Wuhan University gritted his teeth and sent a girl from the team.

"Zhuo Fangfang, Huazhong Wuhan University, first grade."

"start."

laugh----

The moment the instructor's voice fell, Qin Mo had already moved.

There was no nonsense at all, the power exploded instantly, the arm drove the sword and slashed towards Zhuo Fangfang's right chest.

Zhuo Fangfang's eyes flashed, Qin Mo was already close at hand holding a long sword.

"Even if we lose, we still have to build momentum for our Huazhong Wuhan University." Zhuo Fangfang raised her short blade to face the enemy.

Qin Mo did not use all his strength, especially his powerful palm skills and grappling hands, and still chose to fight with the sword.

Although Qin Mo's swordsmanship skills have reached the middle level, he obviously has no palm skills and a strong grappling hand.

Instead of using palm skills and grappling hands, he continued to compete with swordsmanship for two reasons. First, using weapons can use the least amount of physical strength and vitality to achieve the best effect. After all, the sword in his hand is made of A-grade metal.

of.

Second, it is deterrence.

It is a deterrent.

In Zhuo Fangfang's eyes, Qin Mo didn't need palm skills or grappling skills to fight her with a sword. The subtext was, don't force me to use palm skills or grappling skills.

This kind of deterrence restrained the oppressive Zhuo Fangfang.

Originally, she had just broken through to the first level, and her real combat power was no match for Qin Mo.

There is still a thorn in my heart.

Three minutes later, Zhuo Fangfang was picked out by Qin Mo with a bloody mark on his arm, and the short blade fell away, losing the game.

"Carry it down for treatment." The examiner said calmly: "Next."

The examiner glanced at Qin Mo and was dissatisfied with his efficiency.

Is it necessary to take such a long time?

He is obviously much stronger than Zhuo Fangfang. If he really wants to win, Zhuo Fangfang probably won't be able to catch Qin Mo's move.

As a result, I played slowly for three minutes.

Waste of everyone's time.

This day was used as an exchange game for freshmen. Although there was plenty of time, no one wanted to waste too much time on a game with a huge disparity in strength.

…

"Di Wu Sheng, next."

Three minutes later, the student sent by Nanwan Martial Arts University was pierced through the abdomen by Qin Mo's sword and was defeated.

Hua Kexie, the principal of Mowu, shook his head and frowned: "None of these Wuhan universities are willing to show their trump cards. The ones sent here are the weak ones in the team."

Mowu Army Commander Li Dongchang responded: "We all want to use weak players to take over, but we are not fools. We don't want the team's trump card to fight to the death with Diwu."

These leading instructors from Wuhan University are all like monkey spirits.
Chapter completed!