Chapter 158： Against Class 5 (2/2)
However, even if he hadn't cultivated the domineering spirit, it was based on Geng Xinyu's own physical fitness and the painstaking cultivation and training he had done during this period of time.
As long as it is not a warrior in the five-level realm of the Spirit Cavern, it is difficult to break through his defenses!
”Hey...don't look at you bigger than me, but your strength...tsk tsk...” Geng Xinyu moved his **** and said with disdain.
”Arrogant!”
Zhen Ping yelled, and his steel fist blasted out.
Faced with Zhen Ping, it was also his first battle. Although Geng Xinyu was laughing on the surface, he would not care about it naturally.
Bang...
The two fists intersected, and there was a bang, and everyone could obviously feel the strength of the accumulated power in the two figures exploding.
”Come again!”
Geng Xinyu didn't beat Zhen Ping with a punch, feeling very embarrassed, turned back, and punched directly.
”The King's Overlord!”
A sharp punch, without any fancy moves, just a punch directly.
Boom...
This time, Zhen Ping also threw a punch to greet him, but instead of asking for a favor, he kept backing away.
One punch after another, there were two figures on the field, and I don't know how many punches were shot in succession.
But in the end, with a bang, Geng Xinyu was panting, while on the other side, Zhen Ping's nose was bruised and face was swollen, and her eyes were already swollen and narrowed.
With a puff, he fell to the ground.
”In the second battle, Class 9 won.”
With the sound of the referee, the second game ended.
Geng Xinyu played for the first time, one after another, seemingly endless boxing strength, greeted Zhen Ping, and left a deep impression on everyone present.
”Hey...”
Turning back, Geng Xinyu smiled, proud.
Finally, made a face for Class Nine!
”I really don't know. What are you doing all the time teaching you these trash!” Seeing Zhen Ping's defeat, Ci Yu's face was ashen.
He is the master instructor of Senior Class 5. The entire senior class, the first five classes, the second five classes, and the last eight classes, have three levels.
Class 9 has just been promoted to an advanced class. To be clear, it is the 18th class.
He doesn't care about the defeat of the fifth and bottom eight classes, but the fifth class in his hands can never lose.
”The third scene, Ziyu, come on!”
Ci Yu said coldly: ”You are ranked second in our fifth class, second only to Song Jingcai. In this game, you will win anyway. If you lose, don't blame your instructor for being polite.”
”Teacher rest assured, after losing, Ziyu has no face to stay in Class 5 anymore!”
”Ok!”
In the third game, Senior Class 5, Ziyu played.
”Okay, it's over!” In the third game, only Mu Fengxing, Mo Yang, and Lin Zhi did not play.
Mo Yang opened his mouth and said: ”There are two games left, I will play with Feng Xing, Lin Zhi, this round, you can take a break bye, and the next game against the fourth, third, second, and first class is the tough battle!”
”it is good!”
The game has reached this point, it is no longer a hero, for the sake of face, but for the victory of Class 9.
After all, the hopes of one hundred and ten students are hung on them, and more importantly, the pastoral instructor, who seems to be always dangling.
He has paid more than anyone else, and this battle, even for him, will have to go to the end.
”Mo Yang!”
Step out, Mo Yang arched his hands.
”Get out of the sword, you can't win me if you don't get out the sword!” Looking at Mo Yang, Ziyu said coldly, ”Of course, you might not be able to win me with the sword!”
Looking at Ziyu, Mo Yang slowly pulled out a cyan long sword in his hands.
The Qing Jiao Sword, a middle-grade mysterious weapon.
”Since the sword is out, then... solve it with one move!”
what!
Hearing Mo Yang's arrogant words, everyone in the audience was dumbfounded, with envy, ridicule, admiration, and abuse.
The swordsman of pinnacle sword intent is so proud.
Mo Yang was just a troublemaker in North Cloud City back then, but Mu Yun understood deeply that once the sword intent was awakened, the growth of a swordsman would be beyond his head.
This is the strength of the swordsman, and the illusion of the sword intent.
”Arrogant!”
Hearing Mo Yang's words, Ziyu rushed into the crown. He was originally the second genius of the Advanced Class 5, and he opened the first acupuncture point Aperture Guan Yuan acupoint in the Spirit Acupoint Realm. No matter how powerful Mo Yang is, he can only comprehend the peak sword intent. That's it, what's worth arrogant!
”kill!”
Between the sleeves, two daggers were hidden, Ziyu's figure flashed, and went straight to Mo Yang.
”Zhutian nine styles, one style!”
Faint words rang from Mo Yang's mouth, and the green sword in his hand, like a cyan figure, turned into a fragment, as if disappearing into Mo Yang's hand.
But in the next moment, the green dragon sword appeared in Mo Yang's hands again.
There were two jingle sounds, Ziyu's arms, two daggers fell down, and his arms and sleeves snapped off, revealing two arms.
Receiving the sword, turning around, Mo Yang stopped looking at that Ziyu.
The outcome is already clear.
”It's not over yet, come back!” It's just that at this moment, a shout rang out from his back, and Mo Yang only felt a killing intent coming from his back.