Chapter 187 The Second Round of Assessment
The ring was already full of cracks after the first match. Now that Yanyu and Bingwen were standing on it, they seemed to still be able to feel the excitement of the previous fight.
The young man looked into the masked man's deep eyes and seemed to read a hint of viciousness, cruelty, anger, and jealousy.
envy?
Yan Yu was paying attention to his expression all the time, until one moment she caught his eyes looking at Jun Lin, and the young man was startled.
He followed Bingwen's line of sight and looked at Junlin who was chatting with Lin Junhuai. Junlin happened to see Yanyu when his eyes moved, so he raised his hand and smiled at him as a greeting.
The gaze from the opposite side became more intense. The masked man uttered the first sentence since his appearance. His low, fake voice pierced Yan Yu's eardrums again and again: "What is your relationship with Emperor Jing?"
Yanyu didn't feel the need to respond to the other party's questions. Recalling Junlin's initial instructions, he was already thinking about how to give the other party a discount.
"This is not your concern. Be careful, the third round has already begun."
The slender fingers brushed the sword, and the soft sword energy around the fingers was like a wave of wet water that swept over Bingwen. Bingwen actually raised his lips and smiled: "How do you think I am qualified to stand here?"
Bingwen swung his sword to meet the attack, throwing away all the emotions that were tearing him apart.
How could she not be jealous? The young man could stand beside her openly, could get her every word, and even the sword moves he used had her influence.
He was almost going crazy with jealousy, but he knew he was not qualified, and even he despised himself for looking so ugly.
"Bang——"
In addition to the metallic sound of the swords colliding violently, there was also the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. Yan Yuxinri was kicked and rolled to the ground. He didn't have time to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips. With a "swoosh" sound, the two swords collided again like an arrow shot from a bow.
Yanyu's speed was too fast, forcing Bingwen to retreat step by step. Just as he was about to fall off the stage, Bingwen's eyes suddenly darkened and he turned from defense to offense.
When Jun Lin and Wu Shi were fighting, it was all fog and mist because it involved Yin-Yang formations and illusions. However, it was different between Yan Yu and Bing Wen. It was a pure and powerful collision of sword moves. Every time a tumbling high-speed cyclone spread out, it condensed into a blade that cut through the skin, leaving bloody marks.
All around was silent.
Another group of desperate people.
They were like mad beasts, fighting tirelessly with red eyes, groans of pain, hisses of gaping wounds, and even Jun Lin, who was watching the fight, had a changed expression.
Her concerned look stimulated Bingwen's critical emotions, and his attack became more fierce and powerful. Yanyu gritted his teeth and held the sword to barely block it, but suddenly he spat out a lot of blood and fought back desperately.
The two men fought fiercely, the battle became tense, and the commander-in-chief's expression, which had originally been confident of victory, began to turn solemn.
The current situation is one win and one loss. The outcome of the third game will determine who can score the first point.
Time seemed to be stretched infinitely, and every minute and every second was filled with the flashes of swords and the shadows of sabers. People's desire for victory and defeat drove them to swing their swords again and again, as if to cut off all the absurdity in their hearts and drive away all the dark and ugly desires.
No one spoke, and no one dared to blink. The almost suffocating silence finally waited for the final result.
"cough……"
"hiss……"
The two men clamped each other and fell out of the ring together.
"Game 3, draw."
"The first round of the game is over and the two teams are tied."
"The second round is a competition of mechanical skills. Both sides are requested to select three team members to participate in the competition after half an incense stick of time."
As the judge announced the result, the crowd around him began to stir again and discussions continued.
This was one win, one loss and one draw, and the first round ended in a draw.
The young man had no time to care about his injuries. He hung his head, as if there was a big furry tail hanging down behind him. He was extremely frustrated: "Sorry, I didn't win."
Jun Lin quickly led the man to the doctor: "You didn't lose either."
She scanned the wound on the jade and turned to ask Lin Junhuai, with mixed feelings: "Will there be a team fight in the next game?"
I want to find an opportunity to crush Bingwen's dog head.
Lin Junhuai's originally sentimental thoughts paused, and he stammered, "Yes, there should be a battle that will test our cohesion and leadership..."
He felt like crying, as he always felt that the ancestor he had found would cause someone to die.
Jun Lin's complexion improved a little, and he said to Yunyu gently and considerately, "Rest well, and leave the rest of the competition to us."
Yanyu was moved to tears by her overflowing sense of security.
Yi An stood aside and nodded lightly: "Are you sure it's the three of us who will participate in the mechanical engineering competition?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jun Lin pushed the jade out without hesitation: "Come on, I'm rooting for you."
Yu Yu: “?”
Yi An: “???”
Lin Junhuai: “???”
Seeing how distressed you are, what did I just say? Do you have to slap me in the face so quickly?
Lin Junhuai confirmed again and again: "You are not participating in this game?"
The king was present with dignity and dignity, and he was majestic without even getting angry: "I will not participate."
I don't understand the workings of the organization, and I would never go on stage and embarrass myself.
She patted Yanyu's shoulder lovingly and entrusted her with the important task: "The second round is also in your hands."
Yanyu's expression suddenly dawned: "I will definitely live up to your Majesty's trust."
Lin Junhuai sneered: "You only know how to bully honest people."
Yi An glanced at him indifferently: "The loser has no right to speak."
Lin Junhuai: “…”
Well, you and Emperor Jing are all of the same ilk. He pretended to be angry and rolled up his sleeves, saying, "Let me show you how good I am in this game!"
Several people raised their lips slightly, and the tense atmosphere eased a lot.
But on the other side, the sky was overcast. The commander-in-chief was obviously not satisfied with the performance of Wu Shi and Bing Wen. He took a deep breath to suppress his displeasure before saying, "The art of mechanism is a treasure of the Mohist school. It is rare for outsiders to master it. Do any of you know a thing or two?"
Bingwen analyzed himself and stood up again: "I'll do it."
Le Zhou, who had been silent for a long time, smiled and said, "I can also participate."
The commander-in-chief was quite surprised. He only knew that this person was sent by the master himself, but he didn't know how capable he was. He asked, "Your Majesty's mechanism..."
Le Zhou said calmly: "I learned from Gong Shujia."
The Gongshu family was a family of government officials and had always been enemies of the Mohist school.
In history, there was a war between Chu and Song. The King of Chu invited Gongshu Ban, the leader of the Gongshu School, to make siege weapons. At that time, the founder of the Mohist School, Mozi, was from Song. The founder met with the King of Chu and asked him to stop the war, but the King of Chu ignored him, and the Chu-Song War broke out.
Gong Shujia's siege equipment was defeated by the Mohist equipment in nine battles, and he became enemies with the Mohist school.
And this Gongshu Ban was none other than the ancestor of all craftsmen: Lu Ban.
Since then, Gongshujia has specialized in mechanical engineering, and in recent years its development momentum is not inferior to that of Mohism.