nucmednet Chapter 116 The competition begins, barbarian warriors!
Chapter 116 The competition begins, barbarian warriors!
"Ask the instructors of each class to draw the group list and rules of each class. In half an hour, the individual battle mode will officially begin!"
After a while, the broadcast sounded throughout the audience.
"As expected, this is the individual battle mode. Okay, let's get ready to start grouping!"
Bian Zetong clapped his hands to summon the students.
Start drawing rival teams.
soon……
A list was placed on the table in front of everyone.
The fat man picked up the note and glanced at it for a few times, then his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Haha," he raised his head and looked at Lin Han, "Lin Zi and we are in the same group!"
"Yes!"
Lin Han smiled lightly!
As for the other two people, one is Liu Wanqiu, who is a therapist by profession, and the other is Zhang Zhen, who is a knight by profession, and is also a shield and sword knight.
The four of them looked at each other.
"I didn't expect that we would be divided into a group..."
Liu Wanqiu stuck out her tongue playfully.
"Ok!"
Lin Han nodded indifferently!
Hear this!
Liu Wanqiu pouted coquettishly, but her heart felt sweet.
"Then let's work hard~" She clenched her pink fists and vowed, "If we form a team, we won't lose!"
"By the way, teacher, will each team have substitute players?"
Unexpected.
Lin Han looked at Bian Zetong.
"No, this freshman competition actually has a strong sense of luck. If some teams are all auxiliary professions, they meet a team with all main professions!"
"The result is quite obvious!"
Bian Zetong smiled and said!
"There are so many strong people in this competition!"
"On the battlefield, there is no such thing as reasonable or unreasonable. There are only success or failure."
"Many times, luck is also part of strength, so Lin Han, you have to cheer up!"
Lin Han nodded.
indeed!
For them, only victory is the last word.
"Okay, let's start drawing lots."
Bian Zetong looked at the lottery box and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Class 1 versus Class 4."
"Class 2 versus Class 3."
As the voice from the loudspeaker fell, the students in the audience suddenly became excited.
"Class 1 was actually drawn into Class 4?!"
"Ah, our class's luck... is so bad!"
"Hey, tell me, why did I get selected into Class 4? I heard that Lin Han is from Class 4!"
"..."
The position of the third class.
Zhao Feng squinted his eyes, with an uncertain expression on his face.
"Zhao Feng, what do you think?"
A man with a mohawk asked abruptly.
"The only opponent in my eyes is...Lin Han!"
"Now we'll face off against Class 2!"
"Let Lin Han and the others be happy for a while!"
Hear the words.
Li Wei's eyes flashed!
That's right, so what if Lin Han's strength reaches the sky? At most, you can only control the direction of a game!
Just then.
Ye Taiqing stood up on the high platform and slowly came to the front of the stage.
"Young talents from all over the world, welcome to the Military Academy. Today, this freshman competition is your home court!"
"Now, I announce that the freshman competition has officially begun!"
Along with his words.
On Arena No. 1, people from both sides stood on the stage.
"The first match of the first group, Class 1 vs. Class 4, please invite the contestants from the first team to appear!"
at the same time.
The referee also walked towards the center of the competition stage.
"Shh!"
Instantly.
Teams from one class came out together!
With a dull roar!
"My name is Zhang Yong, a rank three barbarian warrior elite."
A man holding a chain hammer jumped up from the First Class camp.
This is a very strong-looking man. Although he is wearing a loose school uniform, he still cannot hide his exaggerated bulging muscles and strong momentum!
"Let's be the first team!"
"Lin Zi!"
The fat man jumped onto the stage without any explanation!
He hit the tabletop hard with the scabbard in his hand, making a 'dong' sound, which was obviously very heavy!
"I, Long Tianjiao, am in the third level of fighting madly. I will use all my strength to deal with you and let you know how powerful I am!"
The fat man said.
"hehe."
Zhang Yong glanced at him and ignored him.
Do you look down on me?
Regarding the opponent in front of him, Fatty didn't have many emotional fluctuations. He had already made preparations. No matter who it was, there was no way he could stop his determination to win.
"bring it on."
Finished!
The fat man immediately drew his sword out of its sheath!
"Game start!"
With the referee's order!
"call!"
Zhang Yong took a deep breath, stepped hard, and rushed towards the fat man. Although he was huge, he was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of the fat man!
"clang!"
There was a metal collision!
The huge chain hammer fell to the ground and instantly broke into countless cracks!
Although the fat man has an unsightly figure, his movements are extremely agile. From his previous duel with Han Chao, he knew that as a berserker, instead of using so many weapons, it is better to specialize in one for the time being.
brush!
While waving the long knife in his hand, a few afterimages were vaguely revealed!
Zhang Yong's eyes twitched.
What a great speed!
He raised his wrist and the iron chain came across the air and hit the fat man's waist!
"Ding!"
The moment the long knife deflected the chain hammer!
A huge force has been transmitted, and the fat man feels a sharp pain in his mouth, and almost loses his strength!
This guy is so powerful!
The fat man gritted his teeth!
His arm shook!
The dense flying knives have already been shot out!
"Ding Ding Ding!"
Zhang Yong had quick eyesight and quick hands, and quickly moved sideways to avoid it.
However, the speed of the flying knife was extremely fast. Even though he reacted quickly, his shoulder was still cut and blood seeped out.
"Damn it!"
Zhang Yong shouted angrily!
He originally wanted to fight in close combat. After all, he is a powerful professional. His biggest advantage is to use the explosive power of the chain hammer and his own brute force to suppress the enemy!
And his fierce melee attack!
Surprising results can often be achieved.
However, the fat man's flying knife in front of him was so tricky and weird that he couldn't find a chance at all.
No!
You have to find a way to get rid of it.
After thinking for a moment, Zhang Yong's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly threw the chain in his hand forward. The chain drew an arc in the air, and then went straight around the fat man's flying knife!
And with the traction of the chain, the chain hammer rotated in mid-air, and then hit the fat man!
"Pfft!"
The chain wrapped around the fat man's arm and pulled him over. The fat man was caught off guard!
He actually fell directly into Zhang Feng's arms.
"Humph!"
Zhang Yong snorted coldly, bent his legs, and knocked his knees towards the opponent's belly!
"boom!"
After a loud noise, the fat man squatted down, holding his stomach. His face was flushed, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.
"Hahaha, trash!" Off the field, Zhao Feng from Class 3 sneered, "This guy should be Lin Han's brother, right?"
"Ah, indeed!"
aside!
Li Wei, who wore a mohawk, smiled and said:
"Lin Han's right-hand man, I didn't expect him to be such a good person. Once the fourth class is away from Lin Han, it will be difficult to get third place!"