The two of them almost repeated the teachings of Shan Gong Yang Ling to the military academy students around them, and one of them attacked and the other broke the move. They are currently in a stalemate.
In ten minutes, the match between the two will end.
Zong Zheng Yue Ren's anger is getting heavier and heavier. He wants to win too much.
"Who do you think will win?" Lu Zhengxin asked the students of Samuel Military Academy next to him.
"There is still time, and the variables are relatively large now." Gao Xuelin said ambiguously, "Wei San and Zong Zheng Yue Ren each have their own advantages."
But after the two of them fought until now, one thing has become very clear: the medium-sized mecha individual strength of Damocles Military Academy and Pingtong Academy is in the top three, and Samuel Military Academy and Nampasi Military Academy are one level behind.
If Gao Xuelin had looked down on the people of Damocles Military Academy in the past, and regarded them as the Damocles Military Academy of the past, and thought that they were only worthy of the last place, now he had to admit that the Damocles Military Academy today did have the strength to compete for the championship.
With another move, Wei San's whip broke, and Zong Zheng Yueren's long gun was knocked away, and both of them were without weapons.
There were still eight minutes left.
Wei San put the half whip on her waist, and like Zong Zheng Yueren on the opposite side, she was unarmed, and she punched him in the face. She knocked Zong Zheng Yueren's head off, and almost instantly, blood came out from the corner of his mouth.
Zong Zheng Yueren raised his hand to touch the corner of his mouth, and looked at the blood on his fingertips, his eyes became colder.
The two ran towards each other, and kicked each other with one leg. Zong Zheng Yue Ren had a slight height advantage. If they were to kick each other directly, Wei San would be kicked first, so she aimed at Zong Zheng Yue Ren's leg bone from the beginning, and kicked him first.
Unfortunately, Zong Zheng Yue Ren actually increased his speed, much faster than Wei San had calculated. In the end, she was kicked in the shoulder by his leg, and the extremely strong force knocked Wei San to the ground. Before he could turn over, Zong Zheng Yue Ren kicked him hard in the abdomen.
Wei San curled up in pain, and tried to stand up with one hand.
She did stand up.
Zong Zheng Yue Ren grabbed her hair and lifted her up. He looked at Wei San's pale face due to physical pain, pinched her neck, and sneered: "Do you really think you can compare with me?"
Wei San's feet had already left the ground. As Zong Zheng Yue Ren's grip on her neck became stronger and stronger, the feeling of suffocation continued to spread to her brain. She used both hands to pry Zong Zheng Yue Ren's hands away, barely giving herself a chance to breathe.
"You... don't know..." Wei San's originally pale face turned red again because of the suffocation. She continued, "Don't... pull my head in a fight?"
At the same time as the word "head" came out, Wei San's legs were bent in the air, and the next second she kicked towards Zong Zheng Yue Ren's chest, and she was able to break free. She turned a circle in the air, and finally landed on one knee, with her hands on the ground. Because Zong Zheng Yue Ren grabbed and pulled her hair, it was messy and scattered around her face. The hair tie also fell to the ground when she turned over just now.
Wei San coughed a few times to relieve the suffocation just now, and then slowly got up.
She took a few steps forward, bent down, picked up the hairband, put it on her hand, pulled it and flicked it, then looked at Zong Zheng Yue Ren who was kicked back by her: "It seems that you didn't fully exert your strength before? There are still five minutes, why don't you let me see the difference between you and me."
Zong Zheng Yue Ren's face was as gloomy as water, and he attacked Wei San quickly.
He kicked, and Wei San punched back. Both of them improved again in terms of body movement and speed.
The faces of the members of the other two military academies who were watching became more and more ugly. The strength of the medium-sized mecha soldiers was so strong, and the other main members would not be bad. The top three were nothing more than the Imperial Military Academy, Damocles Military Academy and Pingtong Academy, and there was nothing to do with the Nanpasi Military Academy and Samuel Military Academy.
The two men fought in close combat. Zong Zheng Yue Ren did have more moves. He had been trained professionally and systematically for so many years. Even Ji Chuyu might not be able to beat him in the mecha confrontation.
In just one or two minutes, Wei San was able to learn all the moves he had used, and at the same time, he applied them to Zong Zheng Yue Ren.
"These few minutes are much more interesting than the nearly one-hour confrontation before." Lu Zhengxin raised his eyebrows and looked at the two men in the field.
Wei San's learning ability was too strong, which disturbed Zong Zheng Yue Ren's mind and caused his moves to be messed up.
Seizing this moment, Wei San grabbed Zong Zheng Yue Ren's arm, leaned sideways and supported him with his shoulder, and threw Zong Zheng Yue Ren to the ground.
There were heavy thumping sounds on the training ground, and it didn't end there. When Zong Zheng Yue Ren wanted to get up, Wei San stepped on his hand, grabbed Zong Zheng Yue Ren's short hair with an expressionless face, grabbed his pants with his other hand, lifted him up completely, and threw him towards a nearby wall.
Of course, there was one thing she didn't forget. When Zong Zheng Yue Ren moved away from her and crashed into the wall, Wei San pulled out half of the whip from his waist and whipped him hard on his butt. No matter how
good the material of the pants was, they couldn't withstand a few lashes from Wei San. The pants tore apart almost instantly, and the whip was stained with blood.
Wei San immediately dropped the whip and reflected in his heart, wondering why he didn't control the strength.
But now she is more interested in the material of Teacher Yamiya's whip. The whip can make people bleed just by hitting them once.
The last second passed, and Shan Gong Yang Ling came over immediately: "Time is up."
The people from Ping Tong Yuan quickly stepped forward, ready to help Zong Zheng Yue Ren up, but he refused.
Zong Zheng Yue Ren supported himself on the ground, and his fingers were broken by Wei San, but he still stood up little by little.
"Master." Lu Shibai took off his coat and handed it to Zong Zheng Yue Ren, indicating that his pants were torn.
Zong Zheng Yue Ren still did not take it. He would remember the shame of this day forever.
Now Wei San was sitting on the folding chair that Ying Chenghe took out, drinking the nutrient solution he handed over, enjoying Jin Ke's ointment, Liao Runing's leg beating, and Huo Xuanshan's head massage.
Shan Gong Yang Ling looked at Damocles's exaggerated look: "..."
She tried to remind herself that these were not written in the rules, so she didn't care, and finished her words mechanically: "Wei San won one move in this game, Damocles will score one point."
Wei San drank the strawberry-flavored nutrient solution in his hand with disdain: "There is another game in the afternoon. I am tired. Let's go back and rest early."
"Then you lie down in the treatment cabin?" Jin Ke said.
"No, just apply some medicine." Wei San pointed to his eyes. He was almost blinded by Zong Zheng Yueren just now.
Liao Runing, who was squatting and massaging Wei San's legs, noticed something. He looked up and saw the cold eyes of Zong Zheng Yueren not far away. He raised his hand and waved at him, smiling: "Don't stare at Wei San anymore. You lose when using mechas, and you also lose when fighting without mechas. It won't work if you force luck to explain it. Our Wei San is just better than you."
Zong Zheng Yue Ren had been feeling pent up since the match on Xita Star. He thought he could save face this time, but he didn't expect to lose to Wei San again. He was also provoked by Liao Runing. He was so angry that he spat out blood.
"Master!"
The members of Pingtong Court came forward to support Zong Zheng Yue Ren.
Liao Runing was startled: "... This is none of my business... right."
Wei San stood up: "Let's go, I'm hungry."
Lu Zhengxin came over and said: "Wei San, I look forward to your performance next."
"Okay, thank you Master Lu for your understanding." Wei San said politely and then slipped into the cafeteria room with his teammates.
When everyone was almost gone, the Imperial Military Academy was still in the training ground.
"You have seen Wei San's learning ability." Ying Xingjue said to Ji Chuyu, "Don't give her a chance in the afternoon match."
Ji Chuyu's eyes fell on Zong Zheng Yueren who was about to leave the training ground. He and Zong Zheng Yueren felt the same way about their dignity being challenged.
Before the competition, he was still a leader among the proud sons of heaven, but as the competition progressed, he was actually stepped on by an unknown person. Anyone would feel that they were severely challenged.
Ying Xingjue also had to go to the infirmary for a routine physical examination, and then he separated from the people from the Imperial Military Academy here.
After he left, Situ Jia whispered, "I thought the commander and Wei San seemed to be getting closer during this period, but now it seems that they are not." Maybe it was to find Wei San's weaknesses.
Among the four people, Ji Chuyu and Ying Xingjue have been together for the longest time, followed by Huo Jian. Situ Jia's family background is a little weaker. It was only after he came to the military academy, defeated all competitors, and got a seat in the main force this time that he was able to get in touch with Ying Xingjue.
"He is the commander-in-chief of our Imperial Military Academy. He will not do anything that would harm the interests of the Imperial Military Academy." Ji Chuyu turned the mecha ring on her finger, "But... he thinks too highly of Wei San."
Huo Jian heard this: "Don't forget what the commander-in-chief said. It's better to think highly of him than to look down on Wei San."
Ji Chuyu said nothing and walked out directly.
Huo Jian was left there with a frown on his face.
...
"Is this the new nutrient solution?" Ying Xingjue asked Xu Zhen.
"Well, I changed some ingredients and prepared it specially for this competition." Xu Zhen pushed the nutrient solution to him, "It should last about seven or eight days. Drink it before entering the venue. You can't drag it to the end of the competition."
Ying Xingjue accepted the nutrient solution: "Doctor Xu, do you have this kind of nutrient solution?"
Xu Zhen shook his head and asked in surprise: "Why does he want this? Although we are cooperating, I will not let others handle your nutrient solution."
Ying Xingjue lowered his eyes: "Doctor Xu, I will go back first."
"Okay, there is nothing wrong with this examination." Xu Zhen sent a copy of the examination report to the first area and then to Ying Xingjue.
...
Wei San endured the pain and took a nap. When he woke up, he was almost healed, or he was used to the pain.
When he came out of the room, the other four people were already waiting in the living room.
"Let's go." Wei San moved his arms and legs and led the way out.
"The teachers are a bit too much. Why do they schedule your game on one day? There's not even much time for a break." Liao Runing complained.
Wei San didn't care: "We have to play anyway, and there's a time limit."
If the time is extended, she may really not be able to play two games in one day.
Everyone arrived in the afternoon. This time the teacher in charge returned the teacher of the Imperial Military Academy and asked them to prepare first.
Wei San sat on the side and watched while waiting for the arrival of the last game.
"This chair is good." Wei San touched the chair, adjusted the camera position, turned around and looked at the four teammates who were also sitting on the folding chairs, "Free is good."
"Thanks to Commander Gao for the 200,000." Huo Xuanshan said seriously.
Gao Xuelin who was passing by: "..."