"I'm counting on you." Before Wei San went over, Lu Zhengxin suddenly said.

Wei San: "???"

His voice was neither too high nor too low, but loud enough for everyone to hear. Zong Zheng Yueren's eyes became more and more oppressive. Wei San felt that he would be beaten to death as soon as he went up.

Lu Zhengxin, as a former commander of the main team of Pingtong Academy, was Zong Zheng Yueren's senior. He said this to deliberately arouse her hatred.

Zong Zheng Yueren had his own weapons. Wei San wanted to go over and choose. She stood in front of the weapon rack for a while, and finally chose a whip instead of a knife.

The teachers standing next to them exchanged glances with each other. In the end, Wei San was the brave one who dared to change weapons.

"Are you ready?" Shan Gong Yang Ling stood beside the timer and pressed the button with his finger, "Five seconds countdown."

The moment the second jumped to zero, Wei San and Zong Zheng Yue Ren moved almost at the same time and attacked each other.

The moment the long spear stabbed at Wei San, the whip also made a sound of breaking through the air and swung at Zong Zheng Yue Ren.

One of them lowered his body and the other jumped into the air to avoid the first attack.

Zong Zheng Yue Ren was in mid-air, and the long spear took advantage of the upper advantage and stabbed Wei San again.

Because of the high speed, a great air current was generated. The red rope on the spear rustled. Wei San was forced to half-kneel on the ground, unable to stand up. Her whip swung into the air, not to resist Zong Zheng Yue Ren's spear, but to entangle his feet and pull them down hard, indirectly destroying the weapon's attack.

At the same time, Wei San turned half a circle on the ground, and the spear was inserted straight one centimeter away from her eyes. The scattered red rope was thrown on her face, and several red marks appeared in an instant, showing how powerful Zong Zheng Yue Ren's spear was.

Not to mention the cracked floor around the gun head.

At this moment, Zong Zheng Yue Ren's feet were entangled by Wei San's whip and she was pulled down from midair. She landed and tried to break free, but Wei San pulled the whip hard, using the force to get up from the ground and tightened the restraints again.

Zong Zheng Yue Ren's jaw was tense, and it seemed that she wanted to break the whip with force, and pulled up the long spear to attack her again.

At this time, Wei San raised her foot and kicked the spear. Zong Zheng Yue Ren retracted her arm, shortened the long spear, and aimed the spear head at her legs. Wei San was not surprised at all. She turned over and jumped over the long spear, and at the same time released the whip, and took the opportunity to swing it on Zong Zheng Yue Ren's butt.

The quality of Pingtongyuan training clothes is quite good. It didn't break even after such a heavy whip was thrown on it.

Wei San couldn't help but sigh in his heart when he saw this.

However, this whip not only made Zong Zheng Yueren explode, but also made the teachers and students who were watching speechless.

If it was someone else, this attack would at most be a natural response. But when the attacker was Wei San, it was hard not to guess that this was a deliberate whip she made, specifically hitting Zong Zheng Yueren on the butt.

Master Liao was excited when he saw this. He twisted on the spot and sighed: "This is what it means to apply what you have learned and pass on the master's skills! It's a pity that I am in the second game, otherwise I would also like to learn the butt attack method."

Kunli Eli, who heard him talking nearby, subconsciously imagined this scene, and his expression gradually became serious. The people of Damocles Military Academy were indeed shameless as others said.

Zong Zheng Yue Ren held the spear tightly and stared at Wei San: "You...die here today."

The battle has a time limit, but other people are not allowed to interfere during this period. This corresponds to the last sentence of the original notice, regardless of casualties.

Wei San raised his eyebrows slightly and imitated his sentence pattern: "You...rip my pants today."

Not to mention Zong Zheng Yue Ren, the main players of Pingtongyuan were so angry that they almost vomited blood when they heard her say that. This was clearly a naked insult to their personality.

It was a pity that their pavilion master was not good at this kind of language stimulation. He was so angry that his veins popped up by Wei San, and his movement speed doubled.

Wei San whipped Zong Zheng Yue Ren to suppress him and prevent him from getting close. He took every opportunity to increase the distance between the two.

Lu Zhengxin looked at the fight on the field, clicked his tongue, and commented: "These two are medium-sized mecha soldiers. Wei San still lacks the strong offensive power of Zong Zheng Yue Ren. Zong Zheng Yue Ren can play a greater role on the battlefield."

He stood near the main team of Damocles and said bad things about Wei San. Naturally, others didn't listen.

Huo Xuanshan said politely: "Commander Lu, this is not a live broadcast site. You don't have to be so dedicated. Continue to explain."

Lu Zhengxin was stunned, and slowly reacted that he was being scolded. But he still maintained a good temper and smiled: "You are right, I won't say it."

The people from the Imperial Military Academy stood opposite the Damocles Military Academy. Ying Xingjue stared at Wei San on the field. She was stalling for time.

I don't know why, but Wei San always chooses the time-consuming, laborious but relatively simple fighting style.

He will just drag it out and muddle through if he can, and only take it seriously if he can't. "Try to delay the afternoon's game as much as possible, and explode at the end." Ying Xingjue said to Ji Chuyu, "In the last five minutes, use all your strength."

Ying Xingjue didn't want to give Wei San a chance to explode. She should know that sometimes dragging it out will only make the chance of saving the battle situation smaller and smaller.

"Okay." Ji Chuyu agreed.

Zong Zhengyue in the field also found that Wei San never let him get close. He looked at her coldly, and suddenly raised his arm and threw the long spear at Wei San's face.

Wei San couldn't dodge in time, so he could only raise his hand and whip to try to wrap the long spear.

However, Zong Zheng Yueren did not stop where he was. Instead, he moved at the moment the spear was thrown out, running in the same direction.

When Wei San's whip caught him, he had already reached the middle of the spear, stretched out his hand to hold it tightly, and stabbed Wei San's neck in the middle.

She had no protection, and the whip was still wrapped around the spear, and she was completely exposed to Zong Zheng Yueren.

Wei San had no time to dodge left and right, front and back. One leg stood in place, and the other leg was raised straight up, perpendicular to the ground, and he raised his leg directly to kick the spear.

At this moment, the tip of the spear had already touched Wei San's neck. She raised her leg and kicked Zong Zheng Yueren's spear. The moment the black boot sole kicked the spear, a dull sound was made.

The long spear was kicked into the air, and Wei San raised his head to avoid the spear. At the same time, Zong Zheng Yue Ren raised his leg and kicked her directly on the knee.

Wei San bent his legs on the ground and knelt down heavily. His knees and the soles of his other legs were all numb. He could not feel any pain, only endless numbness.

At the moment of kneeling, Wei San swung his hand hard and hit Zong Zheng Yue Ren's butt again, making a loud sound.

This whip seemed to be alive. After hitting Zong Zheng Yue Ren, it also entangled his legs, and Wei San pulled him hard and knocked him down.

Zong Zheng Yue Ren had no time to think about the fact that his butt was hit again. He swung his long gun and stuck it into the floor, supporting himself while kicking his legs to shake off Wei San's whip.

The two of them distanced themselves, and Wei San looked up. Her neck had just been stabbed by the tip of Zong Zheng Yue Ren's gun, and there was a slight redness and swelling. It was obvious that if it was a little later, it would bleed.

Zong Zheng Yue Ren rushed towards her again. Her vagina was another part of his body, and it fit more and more. His attack on Wei San became more and more fierce, and she almost survived every time.

But as long as Zong Zheng Yue Ren hurt her once, his butt would pay the price for him.

Zong Zheng Yue Ren became more and more angry and murderous as he beat her. It was clear that he would not stop until the end of the day.

Wei San no longer maintained the distance between the two of them, and all the whip-swinging moves were instantly changed to another person, no longer casual.

"This..." The teachers standing in the rest area looked at Wei San in the field, and then turned back to look at Shan Gong Yang Ling next to him, "Her current moves seem to be yours."

Shan Gong Yang Ling also stood up, no longer leaning against the wall, staring at Wei San's whip-swinging movements.

Fully calculated, she only taught these students for seven hours, and in less than a day, Wei San actually learned all the moves she had learned in battle and explanation.

Anyone who saw it would probably think that Wei San was taught by her.

The onlookers of the military academy were also shocked, and the one who was even more shocked was Nan Paxi's Shan Gong Ha Ren.

Because he was the one who was taught by Shan Gong Yang Ling.

Although Wei San used Shan Gong Yang Ling's moves, Shan Gong Yang Ling had explained the countermeasures for all the moves he had used. Zong Zheng Yue Ren was an excellent military academy student, and he also learned how to counter the moves.

Shan Gong Yang Ling couldn't help but laugh: "Both of them have learned well."