On the competition stage, Qin Mo spared no effort with his sword, and struck every opponent's fatal spot with his sword. However, those who appeared next had to be prepared to defend themselves. After all, no one wanted to go up and die in vain.

Qin Mo stood in the center of the ring, like a stone or gold carving, the only thing that moved was his arm.

Every time he raised it, a flying knife shot out from his fingers.

Some students with complete defenses were able to block Qin Mo's first flying knife and only suffered minor injuries.

There were almost no serious injuries.

However, no matter how thorough the defense is, it cannot withstand Qin Mo's three flying knives.

Those students who appeared on the stage had a tacit understanding. When they knew it was almost over, they immediately surrendered and admitted defeat. After all, they were also on the stage and had shed blood for their respective Wuhan universities. If they really admitted defeat, there was nothing to blame.

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"Emperor Wu wins."

As another student with throwing knives stuck in his arms, chest and abdomen was carried off the stage, the examiner's mouth twitched.

Even with protective gear, he couldn't protect himself from Qin Mo's alloy flying knife.

At most, you can guarantee that you won't die with one blow.

It's not an alloy shield, it's just a protective gear to defend against the attacks of ordinary first-grade martial artists. If you really want to have alloy shields all over your body, then you won't even be able to walk.

"Fifty-two consecutive victories..."

In the audience, there was a martial arts student whose eyelids were twitching, and a sentence came out from between his teeth without emotion.

Qin Mo has won fifty-two games in a row.

I don't know since when, the increase in Qin Mo's winning streak has no longer aroused the slightest fluctuation in their hearts, as if they had expected it.

Fifty-two consecutive wins, if not the longest winning streak in the exchange competition, it is almost it.

Qin Mo has already become a winning streak machine with no need for affection.

There is no suspense about the Imperial Martial Arts Academy taking first place.

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"This guy is still on a winning streak. Is it true that no one can cure him?"

"Many martial arts universities have hidden cards, but I guess no one is sure they can stop Qin Mo's flying knife. If he goes up to it, he will die."

"It's frustrating. One person can torture all 31 Wuhan University universities. Forget it, I won't watch anymore. I'll go back to playing games."

There was also a lot of wailing on the forum, and people were mourning everywhere. No one expected Qin Mo to be so brilliant, especially when the footage of his previous interview with Mowu TV was put together, and they wanted to beat him to death.

But whether they thought about it or not, Qin Mo really tortured other Wuhan universities.

Mo Wu was tortured twice.

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"Di Wu, you are so bullying."

In the crowd, Lin Youyin listened to the complaints from the students of the Mowu Literary Society. She wished she could take the place of those martial arts students and go on stage to defeat Qin Mo in a verbal exchange. She couldn't help but stick out her tongue.

She can probably guess why the people in Mowu hate Qin Mo so much. After all, Mowu is rushing to defend the championship this year, but now the chance is slim.

Mo Wu was frustrated and Emperor Wu was proud.

Shan Xin, Lin Zhishui, and Su Muhu all smiled happily. Diwu was getting closer and closer to the championship. As participating team members, they really wanted to be rewarded based on their merits, and they all had their share.

Xu Lan looked at Qin Mo on the stage, smoothed her hair, and a smile appeared on her plain face.

It’s great that such a strong new student is my disciple.

It’s great to have this kind of performance without much teaching.

The Yuan skills are all cultivated by oneself, and most of the demon crystals are earned by oneself.

All in all, Xu Lan only helped Qin Mo protect his path a few times and gave him some more demon crystals.

Whether they are martial arts masters or literary masters, they all want to find students with strong talents as their disciples. In addition to achievements, they also have peace of mind.

Qin Mo is undoubtedly a worry-free student.

Xu Lan felt quite pleased.

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On the stage, Qin Mo reached out and touched his pocket, frowning slightly, with a look of surprise on his face.

No more demon crystals.

When he came out this time, he only had dozens of demon crystals on his body. After such a long battle, the students below were all fighting each other, and their physical fitness was severely damaged, and they were all eaten one by one. Unexpectedly

, only halfway through the second round, the demon crystals have been used up.

Martial arts wheel battles are very serious in terms of physical damage.

When performing the fifth stage of Xiao Li's Flying Knife in conjunction with Dragon Capturing Kung Fu, even if you change the trajectory of the flying knife, a lot of vitality will be lost.

His energy was exhausted and Qin Mo was still injured, so there was no need to fight anymore.

With his current record and ability to stand tall and stand tall, Diwu has no right to blame him. Not only does he not blame him, he must also give him great credit.

Qin Mo muttered secretly: "Without the demon crystal, it should be enough."

He has won 52 consecutive victories, which means he has defeated 52 students. Including the three people defeated by Shan Xin, Diwu defeated a total of 55 people. Lin Zhishui and Su Muhu did not appear. How could the two of them have a chance to win?

field.

There are still more than two rounds left. Unless one Wuhan University has a winning streak, the chance is very small.

Diwu still has the greatest chance of winning the first place in the freshman exchange competition.

Qin Mo glanced at the Wuhan University area below the stage. Everyone he met looked like wolves and tigers, and they were very unfriendly to him.

about there.

There is no need to win again and offend all the major universities.

After thinking about all this, Qin Mo came back to his senses and looked at a young martial artist who was fully armed and looked at him carefully.

"Cheng Beihai, Fengtian Martial Arts University, first grade." The young martial artist has little confidence.

Their trump cards at Fengtian Martial Arts University were all lost to Qin Mo.

According to Cheng Beihai's idea, his appearance was just a symbolic battle with Qin Mo focusing on defense. He had lost all his trump cards, and he had already regarded himself as the losing side.

Just go through the motions and admit defeat.

Cheng Beihai just hoped that his injury would not be too serious.

Qin Mo nodded and said: "Cheng Beihai, yes, I, Qin Mo, have defeated enough students."

"Your instructor should have told you privately, right? If you can defeat me, the school will give you a certain reward, right?"

Cheng Beihai was stunned for a moment, then nodded slowly and said: "The instructor said that if I defeat you, I will be rewarded with 30 demon crystals."

Defeat Qin Mo and get 30 demon crystals as a reward. This was the promise made by Great Instructor Feng Tianwu to encourage Cheng Beihai before he took the stage. At that time, the instructor did not lower his voice, and Qin Mo was not surprised when he heard it.

The mentor's promise is his promise. Cheng Beihai has no intention of defeating Qin Mo. Just kidding, so many students in front of him stood up and carried them down lying down. Cheng Beihai saw it and remembered it in his heart.

The blood on the ring hasn't dried yet.

Qin Mo said with a smile: "Let's do this. I will take 20 of the 30 demon crystals. I will admit defeat in this game."

"Really?" Hearing Qin Mo's words, Cheng Beihai's brows were filled with joy, and his eyes could not suppress his burning gaze as he stared at Qin Mo.

Qin Mo said: "Do you think I'm joking with you? To be honest, I have won enough, 32nd University, and I don't want to offend you too much."

Cheng Beihai stared at Qin Mo and didn't see anything wrong. He gritted his teeth and nodded: "Okay, you admit defeat, 30 demon crystals, I'll give you 20."

Qin Mo nodded, turned to look at the examiner, then glanced at the people in the audience, and said in a loud voice: "Admit defeat."

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In the audience, instructors from various universities and martial arts students all looked at the center of the ring worriedly.

Suddenly, everyone heard Qin Mo admit defeat on the stage.

"What, admit defeat?"

Hua Kexie looked at Qin Mo who shouted the word "reject" on the ring, with a look of astonishment on his face.

The crowd in the auditorium was also in an uproar.

"Admit defeat? Qin Mo was not injured, so he suddenly gave up?"

"Did I hear wrongly? Will Qin Mo admit defeat?"

A famous martial artist opened his mouth so wide that he could stuff a bird's egg in. From the time Qin Mo came on the stage to now, only others shouted to admit defeat, and they all became numb.

I thought that Qin Mo would either continue to win like this, or be defeated by the war between universities, but Qin Mo's sudden surrender showed no signs at all.

It seems that Qin Mo just said something to Cheng Beihai on the stage.

At the leadership table, Li Dongchang thought of Qin Mo's actions before, suddenly reacted, and said angrily: "It's not that he wants to admit defeat, it's because he has not replenished the demon crystal in his body."

No more demon crystals to replenish physical fitness?
Chapter completed!