"What should I do? If Qin Mo really kills him, with the strength of Liang Chao and others, it will be difficult for him to survive the flying knife stunt."

Among the crowd, the leading instructor from Wuhan University looked ugly. Qin Mo's words were very decisive, and his actions were even more decisive.

If there were still people who didn't believe that Qin Mo was really planning to kill people before, after this battle, they believed it when they looked at Bao Luan who was carried down with several knife holes pierced through his body, and the last flying knife that was half-embedded in the steel plate.

If it weren't for the shield defense and the examiner hadn't rescued Bao Luan at the critical moment, Qin Mo's third flying knife would have definitely killed him.

Even if he was rescued, Bao Luan's injuries were not serious.

Yecheng University was also deprived of the remaining competition qualifications by the examiner.

This loss cannot be serious.

"If we don't play, it's already our turn. Let's let Fang Jintian take the lead first and see if there are other martial arts universities who can beat Diwu."

Next, the Wuhan University quickly thought of a solution. In fact, it was not a solution, it was just an act of desperation. If they did not send people to play, they would be admitting defeat. If they sent people to play, they would be cannon fodder.

Even if he uses his trump card, he has no chance of surviving in Qin Mo's hands.

We can only let other universities find solutions.

Wuhan University in the back: What a coincidence, we thought so too.

Everyone knew each other's thoughts, and for a while, the waiting area of ​​the entire Wuhan University looked at me and me in silence, and they almost asked: If you don't have the trump card in the next game, let's go for it.

Regardless of whether they want it or not, the Wuhan University behind Mowu also has to send people to show up.

Of course, everyone must take defensive measures before going on stage.

Protective gear, gloves, six-sided shield...

Just wear a helmet.

Wearing so many armors, few of them are flexible, and their movement speed and explosive power are greatly reduced. It is even more impossible to dodge Qin Mo's flying knives.

The flexibility is zero and few are willing to take it off. Anyway, they are on the field, as long as they don't die, is it embarrassing to lose to Qin Mo? It's not embarrassing.

Qin Mo gave every student a chance to admit defeat. The key is that behind everyone is their respective university.

"Emperor Wu wins."

Three minutes later, as the examiner announced the verdict, a martial arts student breathed a sigh of relief. He defended well and was not seriously injured.

The other students looked at him with envy.

It's not easy to be able to step down gracefully without being injured.

Few of the previous martial arts students were able to get off the stage safely. They were either shot through the legs or severely injured in the chest.

Qin Mo, still standing in the center of the ring, silently estimated in his mind the approximate number of games that Diwu would win. According to the safest calculation, he would have to win at least one and a half more rounds before Diwu could be sure of victory. Even if Lin Zhishui followed Su Mu

Even the tigers lost, and they were also number one.

Of course, this algorithm is based on the fact that, except for the Queen of Imperial Martial Arts, they will be surpassed only if they are completely defeated by another martial arts university in the following games.

This algorithm is not normal. According to normal probabilities, even if Diwu doesn't win a game now, he still has a high probability of winning the first place in this exchange competition.

After all, unless something special happens, it will be difficult for the next Wuhan University to win as completely as Qin Mo. Generally speaking, those with strong strength can only win a few consecutive victories. How can Qin Mo, who has won a round, still want to win?

Who won the second round?

Therefore, Qin Mo also knew that he did not need to win another round of other Wuhan universities.

He already felt that something was not right about the eyes of those Wuhan universities looking at him.

Previously, the martial arts students waiting below, although they also hoped that he would lose, their eyes were normal. As the students on the ring were eliminated one by one, many martial arts universities even began to mess up, and slowly became abnormal.

I really know that I have no hope, and I can't calm down anymore.

Qin Mo looked at the people in the audience and said: "I, Emperor Wu, only strive for the first place and don't want to kill anyone."

"I, Qin Mo, am not a martial artist who kills indiscriminately. I even feel dizzy when I see blood."

"So, if you admit defeat as soon as possible, even if you admit defeat, I, Qin Mo, will not kill you."

In the audience, all the martial arts students were almost amused.

Not a person who kills indiscriminately?

Still bleeding?

Who are you trying to deal with?

If you don't kill indiscriminately, how many of the students who come up to the stage to fight with you can come down safely?

Isn't it already thankful that I didn't see anyone walking off the ring with minor injuries?

Of course, I was unhappy because Qin Mo was standing on the stage now. I couldn't bear to accept it, so I went up and picked Qin Mo off.

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"What should we do? Can we just watch Emperor Wu win first place?"

"There are still three rounds left. I really can't bear to lose like this. Our Jinling Wuhan University is ready to take the first place in this year's exchange competition."

"I don't believe it. He, Qin Mo, is invincible. There are so many martial arts universities, and everyone wants to wait for death? If we really wait until the last round, we still have the trump card."

In the waiting area, the instructors from Wuhan University began to discuss.

There is no time for them to wait for another round. If they don't come forward, there will be no chance at all.

"This round is the Tibetan Academy. Let's see if they can use their trump card. The Tibetan Academy has secret secrets of the Esoteric Sect. There may be a chance to defeat Qin Mo."

Someone suddenly said, on the arena, as the examiner began to read out, the Tibetan Xinjiang Academy began to send students to the stage.

The Tibetan and Xinjiang Academy comes from the vast and mysterious twin provinces of Tibet and Xinjiang. The writers there have created special Tantric and Brahma Sect Yuan skills. They can really send out top-notch students, and it may not be impossible to defeat Qin Mo.

…

…

Three minutes later.

"Emperor Wu wins."

As Qin Mo's flying sword skill passed through the chest of a martial arts student with an inch head, the man was quickly carried off the ring by the school medical team.

"What kind of tantric Yuan skill? I couldn't survive three minutes."

In the crowd, watching the students from the Tibetan Xinjiang Academy being carried down, every student looked disappointed.

Their expectations for Tibetan and Xinjiang universities were also disappointed.

What kind of tantric Vatican sect, mysterious and ancient, ended up the same as the previous students, they just persisted with one more flying knife, and were shot through the chest and abdomen by Qin Mo's second flying knife.

"It's not that the tantric skills of Tibetan Xinjiang Academy are not strong enough, it's that the students are not strong enough and haven't shown their full potential."

Hua Kexie rubbed his head. He was very tired of seeing a student like Qin Mo who was famous for his new tricks in the exchange competition, and the excitement of the competition was lost.

However, the flying knife elemental skill is properly placed in the rules of the exchange competition. Qin Mo cannot be allowed to use the flying knife elemental skill, right?

Fan Yang smiled generously and said: "The first place in this freshman exchange competition should be Diwu."

Although Fan Yang is the lord of Modu City and hopes that Mowu can win, he is very happy to accept a newcomer with high talent.

Mowu Army Commander Li Dongchang looked at Qin Mo with fiery eyes, "It would be a pity for such a good student not to join our Mowu Army."

Hua Kexie said helplessly: "Old Li, I am from Diwu, and Diwu also has its own military master."

Li Dongchang was dismissive, "What's wrong with the Imperial Martial Arts? There are fewer Imperial Martial Arts students joining the Demonic Martial Army?"
Chapter completed!