Four foreign students, one domestic student, four-on-one, looked very good and bad, and the atmosphere on the field began to become a little nervous, and countless people watching also raised their hearts.

Some people began to pray that Zhang Jiayong would just win one game, because at least he could save some face. After all, the seven foreign students participating in the competition won the present with an unbeaten record.

Some people also hope that Zhang Jiayong can beat these foreign students and give everyone a good sigh. Now Zhang Jiayong can be said to be the "hope" of everyone here.

When there is only one way to succeed, this method becomes everyone's hope, and this "method" is Zhang Jiayong on the field now.

"It seems that you are the only Chinese student left. You should be quite awesome, right? But in my eyes, you are just a scumbag!" Zhang Jiayong's opponent said in a mouthful of Chinese.

Zhang Jiayong didn't expect that the other party could speak Chinese. It seemed that the other party had done a lot of effort to come to China.

"We will stop doing something wasteful of saliva, right? Let's see the truth behind us?" Zhang Jiayong took the initiative to face the enemy.

The foreign student smiled faintly and launched a rapid attack, his body as agile as a monkey. This was a small boy. Due to the gap between China and abroad, Zhang Jiayong could not determine the specific age of this person.

Zhang Jiayong leaned back and avoided the small foreign boy's fist sweep, but the little man moved very quickly. After the shot was lost, he quickly retracted his fist and swept his legs with another move.

Zhang Jiayong put his toes on the ground and pushed his whole body backwards, avoiding the small man's sweeping legs.

In terms of speed, Zhang Jiayong felt that this little man's strength was equivalent to having a force index of 100 points, which surprised Zhang Jiayong a little. No wonder he could stand out and win now.

"Do you just know how to hide? It's useless!" The little foreign boy followed up quickly, jumped into the air, aimed his knee at Zhang Jiayong's head in a stamina of a thousand pounds, and smashed it down hard.

This time, even if you don’t die, you will have a concussion. Zhang Jiayong quickly stood up straight, crossed his fingers and raised them to the top of his head, making a defensive move.

With a sound of Peng, Zhang Jiayong felt that all the joints of his body seemed to be shaken off. This move by a small foreign boy caused Zhang Jiayong to suffer a considerable loss.

Zhang Jiayong held his palm slightly and pushed it out, and the small foreign boy was pushed out by him.

"Very good strength. If it were an ordinary person, I would have been beaten into a meat pie by me. My name is Luen. Remembering this name will be your lifelong nightmare!" A small foreign boy named Luen smiled and felt that he would be able to eat Zhang Jiayong.

Zhang Jiayong shook his arm. This foreign student named Luen is indeed a bit powerful. I don’t know how to train. In preliminary judgment, I am afraid that there is a force index of more than 150 points. This is a very strange thing. Are there some masters abroad?

With such strength, they are indeed qualified to start a martial arts league in China. Ordinary students will definitely not be their opponents. Even those who have studied Taekwondo and Judo, the two of them are not of the same class at all, and there is no comparison.

With Luen's strength, it is no longer the kind of kung fu that people think, but a deeper aspect of traditional martial arts, which is a martial art with amazing power.

"Who are you?" Zhang Jiayong couldn't help but ask this question. He didn't believe that ordinary students could have such strong strength, even those Shaolin lay disciples could not.

"We are from Efila International School, affiliated to elementary school." Luen said with a smile, and a look of evil charm that was inconsistent with his age appeared in his eyes.

Zhang Jiayong suddenly felt that he was a little unsure of this game. His strength was only 200. One Luen had such strong strength, and there were two foreign students waiting for him to challenge. What kind of strength should those two foreign students have?

The foreign students on another competition venue also looked at Zhang Jiayong with a smile. They did not fight, but one side directly admitted defeat and saved their physical strength.

The foreign student waiting outside the court made a face at Zhang Jiayong. She was a little girl, but her danger could not be ignored because of her appearance and age. With Luen's example, Zhang Jiayong would not think that she would be a little sister next door.

After a brief exchange, Lu En launched a crazy offensive again, which was simply suppressing Zhang Jiayong's fight. He almost forced Zhang Jiayong out of the sideline several times, which made everyone worried.

This game was more exciting than any previous game, because both of them had good strength and strong visibility. Many people watched it with relish. Some people who love martial arts were even trying to figure out and imitate their moves.

"It can be seen that you have not yet used your true strength. If you hide it, you will probably have no chance." Luen said in English this time.

Although Zhang Jiayong is not good at English, he still understands a rough idea. He knows that if he doesn't show some strength, he may really lose.

Zhang Jiayong no longer deliberately suppressed his strength, perfectly resolved Luen's attack and fought back with a strong force. Under the suppression of Zhang Jiayong's absolute strength, Luen retreated step by step.

Although he was about to defeat Luen, Zhang Jiayong did not get the pleasure of winning, but felt very depressed. He knew that Luen might just be testing himself and forcing himself to use all his strength. Luen should have done this to collect data for the two foreign students behind him.

No surprise, after Zhang Jiayong's full outbreak, Lu En lost. When the referee announced that Zhang Jiayong won, there were warm cheers on the scene.

“Good!”

"Great, I won!"

"Young man, come on!"

Various sounds penetrated Zhang Jiayong's ears, but Zhang Jiayong smiled bitterly. The next game was probably not so easy. His full strength had been exposed to the eyes of the other two opponents. Zhang Jiayong knew nothing about these two opponents. In nature, Zhang Jiayong was at a disadvantage.

"Bobi, please give me advice." This foreign boy is much taller than the smaller one in front of him, and should be a junior high school student.

"Please." Zhang Jiayong said lightly, but he found a detail, that is, the tiger's mouth of Bobby's right index finger and thumb, which seemed to be caused by long-term practice of swords.

Sure enough, in the subsequent battle, Zhang Jiayong discovered that many of the ways Bobby used seemed to be drawing a sword, using his arms as a sword.

Zhang Xian and Zhang Jiayong said that for warriors who use weapons, the combat power index is not their true strength. Such people cannot be measured by combat power index. They need to scale these people with higher strength.

Zhang Jiayong estimated that Bobby's force index was about 150, but every move and every move had the level of about 200 force index, which was indeed as Zhang Xian said.

However, this type of people also has a disadvantage, that is, their lifespan will be shorter than that of ordinary warriors, because the hostility in weapons will harm the body. Zhang Jiayong did not believe it before. Can there be hostility in weapons? Do you think it is fantasy?

But when Zhang Xian forced a black mist gas out of a kitchen knife, Zhang Jiayong completely believed it.

This type of people also has another characteristic, that is, their explosiveness is strong and their endurance is weak. Although Zhang Jiayong can fight with Bobby, he feels that there is no need to fight with Bobby. Just drag it out for a while. When Luen's combat effectiveness decreases, he will win with one blow.

"It seems you know a lot of things." Seeing that Zhang Jiayong has been using the procrastination tactic, Poppy said meaningfully.

This sentence made Zhang Jiayong even more confused. What is the origin of this group of foreign students? It seems that they also know some unknown secrets, such as the force index.

"But it's useless. We have already improved it. We want to delay time to wait for my combat effectiveness to decline. I'm delusional!" Poppy said in English.

In the following battle, Zhang Jiayong indeed found that Bobby's combat power did not tend to decline at all, but instead became more and more powerful.

Zhang Jiayong felt that this must not be Zhang Xian deceived him, but that Bobby used some special means.

"Is Efila's international prestigious school? I will definitely visit you another day!" Zhang Jiayong said with a squinted eyes. He was becoming more and more curious about this school. It must be a huge secret to be able to cultivate such students.

"That's really welcome! But now you'd better lie down for me!" Poppy tried his best, and his whole body seemed to turn into a sharp sword and slashed towards the Zhang family.

Zhang Jiayong did not dare to be careless, so he took a small step back and decided to have a head-on encounter with Poppy. At present, the delay tactic has basically lost its meaning.

The two collided and retreated again. Zhang Jiayong's right hand trembled slightly, and there were some blood-red marks scratched on his little finger.

Bobby was not much better. Her whole right arm was trembling, and she even staggered and almost fell to the ground. In the previous attack, Zhang Jiayong used some mental power to collide with Bobby's brain. Mental power was a potential advantage and secret weapon of Zhang Jiayong!

"Bobby, come back!" The foreign girl outside the court suddenly shouted to Boobby.

Poppy glanced at Zhang Jiayong resentfully, then left the competition venue, and the referee announced that Zhang Jiayong won again.

Cheers one after another sounded, and everyone was a little excited. Unexpectedly, Zhang Jiayong won again in two consecutive games! Everyone thought that Zhang Jiayong could win three consecutive games, and there was still one little girl left. What kind of strength could he have? Can he be better than those two boys?

The audience thinks this way, but Zhang Jiayong doesn’t think this way. He knows that this girl is the most difficult one!
Chapter completed!