"They couldn't stand it, so their class teacher asked them to use punching to decide who will play first."

"puff……"

When Yu Deliang heard this, he felt that a mouthful of old blood had spurted out of his heart.

I thought about it for a long time, compared my opponents and carefully selected them, for fear that I would be defeated by the scumbag class.

As a result, Zhang Fan was fine and asked the students to use punching to decide who will play first.

This is not taking the Rockets seriously, nor taking themselves seriously.

The black face turned red with anger. Yu Deliang said to himself: OK, don’t take me seriously, my student will win later, and you may not be able to cry.

The students and teachers around also knew the purpose of these four famous young masters.

Everyone had facial skin twitching, and Zhang Fan's eyes looked like they were looking at an idiot.

"This guy is too crazy, right?"

"Who doesn't know that Teacher Yu is a famous star teacher. Even within a radius of hundreds of miles, they are still famous. The students they teach will naturally not be bad. This guy is good. Let his students use punching to decide who will play first. Do you think they are not dying fast enough?"

"Although Du Xiaowu sent by Teacher Yu is only a quasi-warrior at level 2, he is about to break through level 2 and enter level 3. He has strong strength and solid basic skills. He even ranked 133rd in the entrance examination."

"That's right. On the other hand, Zhang Fan, his four students, four famous young masters, have won the top four last. In other words, they have ranked 550th. Even if they have made great progress in the past few days, can they directly challenge 133? He actually asked the students to directly decide the order of appearance. Isn't this not taking Du Xiaowu seriously at all?"

"It's still a challenge? It's good not to be crushed."

Amid the discussions of the crowd, Du Xiaowu had already arrived at the venue.

At this time, Gao Da Shao and Wen Da Shao were eliminated in the boxing game, and they looked depressed.

Only Mr. Guo and Mr. Yuan were left. The two were in high spirits, rolled up their sleeves and their eyes were glowing.

The sound of punching was getting louder and louder, and the saliva in the mouth flew everywhere.

"Eight horses, six six six, nine stars, perfect... I'm sour, I won! I won!"

Young Master Yuan jumped up, so excited that he had just grabbed a beauty.

Guo Dashao Ze looked depressed like the other two.

Everyone around was secretly shocked.

When others encounter Rocket Teams, they all hide away, for fear of provoking them.

This bad guy is a good team. He looks depressed when he can't play, and he is so happy that he is like a bastard.

These guys are really lawless.

However, they even challenged 133 people with 500. I'm afraid they didn't know how to die.

Everyone continued to watch with this idea.

Young Master Yuan was carrying a samurai sword on his shoulder, swaying and excitedly coming to the venue.

Du Xiaowu on the opposite side is not like other Rocket class students.

Du Xiaowu's father did not agree with the academy's use of wooden weapons, so as long as Du Xiaowu returned home, he would ask him to practice with real guys.

Now holding a turret gun, without any tension.

I saw Young Master Yuan walking ten meters away.

He didn't say anything nonsense, and he shook his spear and stabbed at Master Yuan.

However, Young Master Yuan stood still and did not move or waver.

It seems that I didn't see the spear stabbed from the opposite side at all.

Everyone was stunned.

how?

Was this guy silly?

But looking at his appearance, he doesn't look like stage fright.

When Du Xiaowu saw that Young Master Yuan was still motionless, he felt a stern.

What the hell is this guy doing?

Just as he was thinking about it, the tip of the gun was only half a meter away from Young Master Yuan.

At this time, Master Yuan finally moved.

Knock-

Two swords sounded and came into everyone's ears.

Young Master Yuan stood with his sword with his sword, looking proudly at Du Xiaowu opposite him.

At this time, Du Xiaowu stopped in the air with his spear and looked down at his chest.

The whole person was stunned, his face full of disbelief.

I saw that there were also holes over one foot long on his chest.

"How...how is it possible!"

Unlike others who are only exposed to martial arts at the age of fifteen.

Because of his father's strict requirements, he practiced spears since he was ten years old.

I have been practicing for seven years now.

He knew this, Master Yuan, who used to practice swordsmanship and only started practicing swords more than ten days ago.

In other words, if I have worked hard for seven years, I am not as good as others practicing for more than ten days?

Realizing this, Du Xiaowu's face turned pale.

The teachers and students around were also exclaiming.

"What's going on?!"

"I'll go, I'll draw my sword again!"

"This guy's sword drawing has reached the entry level!"

"It actually...beat Du Xiaowu!"

"The student who came after 550 actually won the 133rd place. I'm not right?"

Yu Deliang also looked at the scene in disbelief.

In his opinion, Du Xiaowu would have won this game.

After all, he is about to be promoted to a level 3 quasi-warrior, and the other party has just been promoted to a level 2 quasi-warrior.

In addition, Du Xiaowu has been practicing guns for 7 years, and the other party has just practiced for more than ten days.

No matter from any perspective, Du Xiaowu will definitely win.

I never expected that Du Xiaowu would lose.

Not only did he lose, but he also lost without any suspense.

One move to defeat!

If this was a real battle, Du Xiaowu would be killed instantly by the guy who looked slapped.

What the hell is going on?

Just when Yu Deliang was thinking this way, he saw Zhang Fan, who had been sitting on the chair, finally raised his head and looked in a tone of reprimanding.

"You guy, you usually do not listen if you ask you to practice well. At the speed of your sword, you can take action when the tip of the opponent's gun reaches an inch in front of you. In this way, the opponent doesn't even have a chance to change his moves. You're better, the tip of the gun is half a meter away from you. If the opponent reacts faster and suddenly changes his moves, how do you deal with it?

Also, after closing the knife, beware of the enemy's remnant blood.

What about you? After putting away the knife, you are proud and don't take your opponent seriously.

Have you practiced your sword-drawing on the dog?"

Zhang Fan was both harsh and scolded Young Master Yuan, who was so proud that he just cursed, lowered his head and did not dare to speak.

When everyone around heard this, they almost fell to the ground.

Brother, your students have defeated their opponents in one move.

Not only did he kill in seconds, but he also killed an opponent with a ranking of more than 400 places higher than him.

Are you not satisfied yet?

Why don’t you go to heaven?

When Yu Deliang heard this, his face felt a scorching pain.

How come this is training students?

Every sentence and every word is slapping my face.

This hurts so much.

Zhang Fan scolded him for another five minutes, which made Young Master Yuan feel ashamed and the others dared not say anything.

Then he waved his hand: "Who should come to the next one? It's better to be smarter."

According to the order of the boxing and filing just now, it is Mr. Guo next.

Just after being scolded, Young Master Guo didn't dare to sway, but went on the stage honestly.

But Zhang Fan's voice came from the sidelines: "Isn't you asking you to go to kindergarten, why are you doing so honestly? Be arrogant and make a provocative move, right..."
Chapter completed!