On the huge screen, the bright red battle appeared again.
"The third match, No. 002 Chu Bowen vs. No. 003 Hua Siyu."
Hua Siyu just sighed sadly and jumped onto the square platform like a banished fairy.
Chu Bowen had a calm smile on his face and jumped lightly onto the square platform.
In the players' rest area, Jiang Li's eyes flashed with a hint of anticipation.
He was quite looking forward to the fight between the two. The murderous fighting style of Wei Ruo and Lei Zhen just now had given him a lot of benefits.
He believed that these two people would definitely bring him some big surprises.
"Classmate Jiang, I'm a few years older than you and I call you Brother Jiang. You won't be embarrassed, right?"
At this time, Wei Ruo, the only one left in the contestant rest area besides Jiang Li, asked in a gentle tone.
"That's fine, I admire Senior Wei's strength."
Don't hit a smiling person, and Jiang Li is generally gentle unless others provoke him, otherwise he would not have become close friends with Li Wanhe.
Of course, if you provoke him and become his enemy, that’s another story.
"No, I just took advantage of the fact that I've practiced a few more years than you. When I was a freshman, I wasn't even one-tenth as good as you."
Wei Ruo smiled gently, a complex expression flashed in his eyes, and then he paused and continued:
"Brother Jiang, do you plan to join the army in the future? I can help introduce you to one or two people."
"Not yet, maybe I will go later."
Jiang Li thought about it and didn't completely refuse, but he didn't agree immediately either.
After all, he is still on duty with the Sword Bearer, but the Sword Bearer may not be unable to join the army.
Just as the Swordsman can absorb the geniuses from various schools, what about the geniuses from the army?
He had only been a member of the Sword Holder for a short time, and he had not interacted with or had friendships with many people in the Sword Holder group. He did not fully understand a lot of information and rules.
"That's right, Brother Jiang is only a freshman now, let's talk about it after graduation."
Wei Ruo thought about it and nodded, then looked at the square platform again.
On the square table.
Chu Bowen and Hua Siyu fought together.
Chu Bowen's attack was like a violent storm from the beginning, as if he wanted to suppress Hua Siyu and win in one wave.
In fact, he knew that Hua Siyu's immortal physique was difficult to deal with. More importantly, this immortal physique would inadvertently affect and erode the will of others.
Therefore, Chu Bowen planned to suppress the enemy by force and end the battle quickly. Otherwise, once a war of attrition broke out and Hua Siyu's rhythm came into play, he would most likely be the one to lose.
Hua Siyu also understood Chu Bowen's thoughts, but she didn't seem to care about Chu Bowen's quick and decisive style of fighting. Instead, she deliberately cooperated with Chu Bowen and entered into Chu Bowen's fighting rhythm.
"What is Hua Siyu doing?"
Wei Ruo suddenly frowned, a little confused, but Xia Yanran, who was sitting on the judges' panel, smiled.
The principal of the Imperial Capital Martial Arts High School, who happened to catch a glimpse of this scene, was shocked, frowned, and stared at the two people on the stage.
On the square platform, the two people were like two afterimages, and the entire space was constantly shaking, causing waves of spatial ripples.
At this time, Chu Bowen also felt that something was wrong, but now was not the time to think about what was wrong.
Therefore, Chu Bowen's aura suddenly burst out, causing the audience to gasp again.
He is also a peak eight-star war emperor who is infinitely close to the nine-star war emperor.
This also made the geniuses who were eliminated early in the first and second rounds twitch their eyes and look numb.
They are really numb.
It's too competitive. As of now, the top six players are all very close to being Nine-Star War Emperors. This makes them feel like thousands of horses are galloping in their hearts, but also gives them a strong sense of powerlessness.
At this moment, a smile as peaceful as the spring breeze and drizzle suddenly appeared on Hua Siyu's melancholy face.
On the square platform, white flakes slowly fell.
At this moment, it seemed as if hundreds or thousands of Hua Siyu appeared on the square platform at the same time.
White smoke rises and clouds linger, making it difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood, and to see through reality and illusion.
Chu Bowen clenched his fists, and purple rays of light gathered into huge fist prints that blasted towards the hundreds of figures that seemed unreal yet real like a violent storm.
"Chu Bowen is going to lose."
A trace of fear suddenly flashed in Wei Ruo's eyes. He sighed and spoke slowly.
On the judging panel, the principal of the Imperial Capital Martial Arts High School also looked solemn. He glanced deeply at Xia Yanran, the principal of the United Martial Arts High School, and said:
"Suyao Yanxu Gong, this technique is not simple."
"Ancient martial arts are inherently powerful. This is also her luck and opportunity."
Xia Yanran smiled charmingly, with a hint of joy on her face.
boom!
The space above the square platform emitted a dazzling purple light again, but soon calmed down.
At this moment, a hint of bitterness flashed in Chu Bowen's eyes, and the almost unstable fluctuations of qi and blood made him feel a little weak.
"Hua Siyu, you win."
"Oh, thank you very much."
Hua Siyu's face showed a hint of hesitation again, and like a floating cotton ball, she lightly tapped the square table and floated towards the contestants' rest area.
"I didn't expect that the Flower Goddess won. I thought Chu Bowen won."
After a moment of silence in the hall, a burst of heated discussion and noise gradually arose.
"Who said it wasn't? What kind of skills did the Flower Goddess use? Why have I never seen it before?"
"Hey, you've seen it, can that be called a trump card?"
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