"The first round of the finals is over. The losing team will advance to Class B. The winning team has two choices: continue the competition, or forfeit. Does anyone want to forfeit now?"
The instructor stood on the stage, his eyes sweeping over everyone.
Seeing no one spoke, he continued, "Very good. As a student of Canglong Academy, you must forge ahead fearlessly, fearless of battle. Next, please ask the students who have drawn a bye to choose a challenger from among the six people in the winning group."
As the instructor's voice fell, Wen Jiuer smiled and took a few steps forward.
Her eyes swept back and forth among the six people, making people feel creepy.
"Don't look at me, what am I looking at? Look at other people!"
"Please don't choose me. I still want to conserve my strength and strive for the top three!"
"Look at your behavior, I don't know how you managed to win until now."
The young man glanced at the other two people with disdain, not taking Wen Jiuer's challenge seriously at all.
Su Xiaoxiao stared at Wen Jiuer, her heart pounding.
For some reason, the uneasiness in her heart became stronger.
"I choose..."
"Wait!" The instructor interrupted Wen Jiuer, "I have to remind you that your choice is very important. If the challenge is successful, you will take the other party's place in the second round. If the challenge fails, you will be directly admitted to Class A and will not be able to continue participating. There is still time, you can think about it more."
"Thank you for the reminder, Master. I have made my choice. I choose..." Wen Jiuer smiled slightly and pointed at Mu Yansong: "Him!"
As her voice fell, the two teenagers breathed a sigh of relief.
Su Xiaoxiao frowned and turned to look at Mu Yansong, her eyes filled with worry.
Lu Ye noticed her gaze and comforted her, "Don't worry. Although Mu Tou's strength is a little bit inferior to mine, he is more than enough to fight Wen Jiuer!"
"Of course I know Wen Jiuer is no match for Brother Asong, but Wen Jiuer is very cunning and I'm afraid she'll cheat!"
"Believe me!"
Mu Yansong met Su Xiaoxiao's worried eyes and said only three words lightly.
These three words are more effective than any other words.
Su Xiaoxiao suddenly felt relieved, nodded, and watched him walk towards the ring.
The mentor walked down from the stage and gave the space to them.
They didn't even bother with the most basic polite nod, and as soon as they stood still, they attacked each other.
Mu Yansong didn't know what tricks Wen Jiuer was trying to play and wanted to end it quickly.
However, when Wen Jiuer approached him, she suddenly turned around and dodged.
Mu Yansong had anticipated that she would not confront him head-on.
He predicted Wen Jiuer's position in advance and punched her.
Wen Jiuer was startled, but it was too late to dodge.
Her eyes turned and she suddenly straightened her chest to meet Mu Yansong's punch.
Mu Yansong saw that the place where his fist landed was very sensitive, so he quickly withdrew his attack.
Seeing that he had been tricked, Wen Jiuer raised the corner of her mouth and took the opportunity to hit him where he was injured.
The medicine Zhao Zixu gave Mu Yansong was a top-grade medicine for wounds.
But even the best medicine in the world takes time to work.
He hasn't played in the past two days, and his wounds have almost healed.
But after being hit by Wen Jiuer's punch, he immediately felt that the wound was about to split open again.
He frowned, ignored the pain from the wound, and attacked Wen Jiuer again.
Wen Jiuer learned smarter this time and stood there motionless.
When Mu Yansong came closer, she pushed her chest forward, forcing Mu Yansong to withdraw his hand again.
She took the opportunity to clench her fists and punched Mu Yansong on the wound.
Mu Yansong's clothes were stained with blood and were wet.
"Oh no, Brother Mu's wound has opened again!"
"This Wen Jiuer is too cunning. She thinks Mu Tou won't dare to hit her chest, so she moves her chest closer and takes the opportunity to attack Mu Tou's injured part!" Lu Ye frowned nervously: "This can't go on, Xiao Xiao, you have to think of a way!"
Su Xiaoxiao gritted her teeth and frowned tightly.
Mu Yansong was restrained by Wen Jiuer. She wanted to help, but what could she do since she was on the stage?
Su Xiaoxiao and others were watching anxiously from the audience.
The other three people were observing Wen Jiuer's martial arts.
Wen Jiuer lacks speed and strength, and is obviously no match for Mu Yansong. She only wins because of her gender.
The three people just shook their heads and didn't take her seriously at all.
"I thought she was going to make it to the finals, how amazing she was, but now it seems like that's all she's got!"
"After all, she advanced by relying on her opponents to surrender. What kind of strength can she have? As for that Mu Yansong, it was unlucky to meet her."
"Very good! Mu Yansong's strength is a threat to us. If Wen Jiuer can replace him, our chances of winning will be much better."
Hearing the boy's words, the other two nodded in agreement.
Under their expectant gaze, Mu Yansong was hit again by Wen Jiuer in the injured position.
"This Wen Jiuer, he kept staring at Mu's wound and hitting him. What a bastard!"
Shikano stood in the audience, his veins bulging with anger.
It’s best not to confront Wen Jiuer, otherwise he will make her suffer!
"Xiaoxiao, what should we do? If this continues, Brother Mu won't be able to hold on!"
Zhao Zixu's words reached Su Xiaoxiao's ears, making her a little upset.
Judging from the current situation, it is impossible for Mu Yansong to win.
If he continued to hold on, his injuries would only get worse.
Thinking about it, Su Xiaoxiao made up her mind and shouted, "Brother Song, let's not fight anymore and admit defeat!"
Hearing Su Xiaoxiao's voice, Mu Yansong frowned.
He has never been one to give up easily, but this time, it seems that he has no choice but to admit defeat.
Wen Jiuer was sure of him, and she would use her chest to neutralize every attack he made.
He was suppressed so tightly, and the wound that had healed with great difficulty was torn open, so his chances of winning were almost zero.
Wen Jiuer saw him hesitate and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.
"You can't win. Just listen to them and admit defeat!"
"I give up!"
Mu Yansong gritted his teeth and made a decision.
Wen Jiuer was slightly stunned. She didn't expect that he would agree to admit defeat.
She originally wanted to provoke him, make him continue to compete with her, and let her vent more of her anger.
But she didn't expect that Mu Yansong couldn't stand the provocation and actually admitted defeat!
"Coward!"
Wen Jiuer glanced at Mu Yansong with disdain in her eyes.
Mu Yansong walked down the ring slowly, and never looked at her again from beginning to end, as if he didn't hear her insults at all.
Seeing him coming down, Su Xiaoxiao and others immediately stepped forward.
Su Xiaoxiao wanted to help him, but the height difference was too big and she was powerless.
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