Chapter 77: Dragon on the Back

When Le Mulan returned to the rest area of ​​Ziyun High School, she saw Lian Tianji kneeling on the ground.

She walked up to the other person and used Lian Tianji as a small stool and sat on his back.

This was her punishment for Lian Tianji's failure. In the next three days, whenever the other party appeared in front of her, he would have to be her bench.

Lian Tianji asked, "It's over so soon?"

He watched the battle between Bai Zhenzhen and Xiong Wenwu again. Although Bai Zhenzhen's statistics were not good, she had strong combat ability and could always see through her opponent's weaknesses. Lian Tianji originally thought that Bai Zhenzhen could force the sacred number one in the grade to use a few more moves.

Le Mulan frowned, kicked Lian Tianji's body with his raised right foot, and said lightly: "Don't talk, stool."

Lian Tianji immediately shut his mouth.

However, Le Mulan added, "She has no money for treatment. Even if she had money, it would just be a waste of time."

Lian Tianji understood it instantly, but the world is like this, money is also a part of strength, and lack of money is also a manifestation of weak strength.

Bai Zhenzhen is a poor man, and...

Lian Tianji thought to himself: "It is natural for a poor person to lose to a rich person."

Just then, Zhang Yu and Song Hailong came on stage one after another.

Lian Tianji slowly moved his head and aimed his gaze towards the arena.

When a person is defeated, there are usually two ways to deal with it.

Or maybe I was careless.

Either you praise the other party too much.

The former appears uglier, while the latter is more respectable.

So Lian Tianji also wanted to choose the latter.

"If Zhang Yu beats Song Hailong, maybe I can get my advertising cooperation back..."

After all, in this way, the result changed from 'defeated by Songyang students' to 'narrowly lost to the finalists'.

"Come on! Zhang Yu!"

Also cheering for Zhang Yu in his heart was Chu Qiuhe in the rest area of ​​Bailong High School. He even couldn't help but secretly curse Song Hailong.

Although as a White Dragon, he knew very well how terrifying Song Hailong was, but he couldn't help but have a little delusion in his heart: "Who knows? Maybe I lose by accident because of my carelessness? Song Hailong... Only if you lose, everyone will have face."

As Song Hailong opened his arms and raised his hands on the ring, thunderous cheers immediately came from the audience.

"Song Hailong! First!"

"Song Hailong! First!"

Zhao Tianxing listened to the uniform shouts of the White Dragon people and felt that Zhang Yu on the ring seemed so isolated and helpless at the moment.

He couldn't help but think: "Should we also give Zhang Yu some encouragement?"

But when he expressed this idea, He Dayou on the side quickly turned his head away and pretended not to hear it.

Qian Shen also said in embarrassment: "Forget it, this is Bai Long's territory after all."

Looking at the White Dragons' vigorous shouts over there, Zhao Tianxing's original intention to cheer for Zhang Yu gradually died down.

Thinking about how nervous he felt watching from afar, he couldn't imagine how much pressure Zhang Yu would feel when he actually stood on the stage.

…

On the ring.

As Song Hailong clenched his right fist, the cheers in the audience immediately disappeared and the entire scene became quiet again.

Song Hailong looked at Zhang Yu and laughed, "I never thought that a kid from Songyang could defeat so many opponents and make it to the top four."

"As a reward to you, I will help you reduce the difficulty of this battle."

As he spoke, Song Hailong gathered his hedgehog head with his hands, and the next moment, a group of numbers appeared on his forehead.

10 million? When Zhang Yu was wondering, Song Hailong answered his question directly: "This is a function of my external spiritual root. It can display the upper limit of my medical insurance expenses."

"My current medical insurance limit is 10 million. If you can use up all of this 10 million treatment budget, I will admit defeat."

Good man, you actually showed your own health bar, didn’t you? Zhang Yu stared at the number and began to think about its impact on the next battle.

However, when he thought that the other party's insurance was enough to cover 10 million, while his own insurance was only enough to cover 100,000... Oh no, now there was only 70,000 left for the injury, Zhang Yu couldn't help but feel helpless.

But the next moment, he had already used the Tianwu Lianxin Jue mental method to suppress all negative emotions, raised his will to fight, and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the battle in front of him.

In the audience, because Song Hailong was so strong, his voice always shook the whole place, allowing many audiences to hear and see it, which at this moment caused a burst of exclamations and praise.

"As expected of Bailong's top student in his grade, his insurance policy has a limit of 10 million!"

"He's so rich, no wonder his grades are so good!"

"Nonsense, how can a poor person be as good as Song Hailong?"

"Song Hailong has the highest monthly exam score and is so rich. I think the championship of the martial arts competition should be given directly to him!"

On the ring, Song Hailong waved at Zhang Yu: "You go first. If I do, you may not stand a chance."

Seeing Song Hailong's defenseless look, Zhang Yu tentatively raised his palm with the formless cloud power and slapped the opponent's chest hard.

With a crackling sound, a palm strike that was powerful enough to break stones and split rocks landed on Song Hailong's body, but Zhang Yu felt as if he had hit a large rubber tire.

Not only did the opponent's figure not retreat at all, even the 10 million on his forehead only decreased by 300.

Zhang Yu thought of the elephant tendon body that Lei Jun had introduced to him: "This Song Hailong has been implanted with the elephant demon tendons. The magic power can be directly used to enhance the strength of the body through the elephant demon tendons, making his strength and ability to withstand attacks beyond common sense."

"Plus, his physical strength is far superior to mine, and he also has the protective effect of the external spiritual root 'Body Spiritual Root'..."

Obviously, because of Song Hailong's strong physique, he was able to withstand Zhang Yu's palm without suffering any injuries.

At the same time, Song Hailong shook his head and said, "This palm can only cost me 300, the power is too weak."

"Give me some strength, brother. If you keep doing this, even if I stand there and let you hit me, how long will it take you to beat me to death?"

A few more palms hit Song Hailong's vital parts, but it still felt like hitting a rubber tire. Although Song Hailong's body trembled slightly a few times, the numbers on his forehead added up... only decreased by more than 2,000.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

What was even more surprising was... that the next moment, the numbers on Song Hailong's forehead actually showed signs of recovery.

The amount that was supposed to be deducted, which was more than 2,300 yuan, gradually became a deduction of just over 2,000 yuan.

As if noticing the change in Zhang Yu's gaze, Song Hailong laughed, pointed to the number on his forehead and said, "Did it go up again?"

"Sorry, sorry, the combat spirit root I used this time is not an ordinary body-building spirit root, but a deluxe version of the body-building spirit root."

"In addition to enhancing my physical strength and ability to withstand blows, this spiritual root can also continuously absorb the spiritual energy in the air, allowing my injuries to gradually heal themselves."

Seeing Zhang Yu's increasingly serious expression, Song Hailong laughed and said, "Why don't you do it? If you don't hurry up, the price will go back to 10 million."

Hearing what Song Hailong said loudly, both the spectators in the stands and the contestants from various schools around the stadium felt as if they saw countless amounts of money pressing in front of the two of them.

Everyone felt that the 10 million was like a wall that could never be penetrated, blocking Zhang Yu and leaving him no chance of winning.

"If you don't come, then I will."

Song Hailong, who is two meters and five meters tall, opened his hand and grabbed Zhang Yu like a dragon claw.

The magic power directly enhanced his strength and physique through the elephant monster's muscles, so that he didn't even need too many moves. This brute force alone was enough to sweep away the first grade.

Feeling the overwhelming force of the claws, Zhang Yu was not at all panicked.

"The difference in statistics is too big. It's hard to beat him with my own strength alone."

"The only way is to use his strength to defeat him. Defense and counterattack are my tactics."

Just as Zhang Yu was thinking this, and when he raised his arms to attack Song Hailong, he found that the opponent's claws had changed and he had already performed a set of grappling techniques.

"catch?"

"more than……"

In a state of full concentration, Zhang Yu watched the opponent's momentum change inch by inch, and hurriedly dodged while blocking with the formless cloud.

He soon discovered that Song Hailong was performing a set of grappling and wrestling martial arts.

It was the expert-level martial arts that Song Hailong practiced, the Dragon Flipping Yue Hand Level 1 was activated! This was an expert-level martial arts that used pure physical violence to promote grappling and wrestling.

For Song Hailong, who had the muscles of an elephant monster implanted in his body, all his magic power was used to strengthen his body. This martial art, which was purely driven by physical violence, was a perfect match for him.

Although Song Hailong's martial arts skills are not strong because he has focused more on other areas, this set of skills is not difficult, but it is only level 1.

But with his extremely strong physique, coupled with this level 1 grappling and wrestling martial arts, it is enough for Song Hailong to crush those of the same level.

At this moment, Zhang Yu felt this pressure. In a state of full concentration, he could feel that the opponent's hands were like a big net, which was about to cover him completely little by little, and then throw him to the ground to subdue him completely.

"You want to wrestle with me? Do some ground moves?"

Zhang Yu, who did not have any relevant skills, was naturally unwilling to fall to the ground and fight with his opponent, and then compete with him in physical strength and ground skills.

He was like a tiny fish, barely escaping from Song Hailong's overwhelming net time and time again.

But finally...

"I got you."

Song Hailong suddenly squeezed Zhang Yu's arm, a smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

But at the moment when he and Zhang Yu exerted their strength at the same time, Zhang Yu let out an angry roar.

The formless cloud energy that originally only covered the palms suddenly expanded and spread to the elbows, and then slid out from Song Hailong's palms like a loach.

Below the stage, Lian Tianji's body was shaken, and he was surprised and said in his heart: "In such a desperate situation, his Wuji Cloud Hand has broken through again? Level 5? This Zhang Yu is really a martial arts genius."

(End of this chapter)