The smile on Sima Yu's face that seemed to never become kind at this time seemed unnatural.

He knew that the students in the Zhazha class were very powerful, and many of them even had the ability to challenge the level.

But he would never think of it as he crossed the challenge at two levels and had one move.

If you can kill both levels in seconds, then will you be killed by them in the next seven games?

Only then did he realize that he had thought of Lingguang Wudao Academy too simply before.

He used to think that Ling Guang was just a small college, and the students in it were all too fucking to pick their feet.

The reason why I took the initiative to ask to be transferred to Lingguang Wudao Academy is that the students here are too fucking, and it is easy for my class to win the freshman assessment championship.

But I never expected to meet a shabby team.

They are all a group of small monsters with strong combat power.

If you challenge two levels, you can even kill instantly. How can you let others play this?

Taking two deep breaths, Sima Yu put away the grass and mud horses in his heart first.

You can't lose your calm just because of a game.

At any time, calmness is the most important thing.

There are 7 games left, and as long as you can save one, you may win the championship.

And as long as you can win two games, the championship will be stable.

Thinking of this, he felt much calmer.

This time, he did not immediately call out his name, but waited for Zhang Fan to report his name first.

However, when he saw Zhang Fan's side, the anger he had just suppressed in his heart rose again.

I saw that the slag class was actually making fusses again, and it was obvious that it was another decision to decide who would play first.

Damn, does our meteor class want to be face-saving?

Fighting, fucking, fucking!

Can you die without pretending?

But he was just cursing in his heart. In order to maintain the image of a good man, he still had to pretend to be a kind smile on the surface.

At this moment, he really envied this guy Zhang Fan.

If you like it, you will like it. If you hate it, you will feel happy at least.

There is no need to pretend to be smiling like now. Even if you are slapped in the face, you still have to pretend to be smiling.

So fucking tired!

Soon, the scrambled class had already decided to use the method of punching and stone scissors to make the students who appeared this time.

Wang Dong: Level 6 Quasi-Warrior.

Sima Yu has an impression of Wang Dong and is a very honest student.

Although it was also a one-way killer and reached the top 16.

But compared to other students in the Zhazhao class, they are the most uncharacteristic and honest.

His sword drawing reached a small success, but it was also average.

It is enough to deal with such a student, sending a level 7 quasi-warrior to appear.

Thinking of this, Sima Yu cast the name of a level 7 quasi-warrior.

However, just two seconds away from the adjustment time in two minutes, he suddenly changed the name and replaced it with Yue Qun.

Everyone was surprised to see Yue Qun's name.

Yue Qun, a level 8 quasi-warrior!

The strongest man in the meteor class.

He was also an existence who killed in seconds and entered the top 16.

Before the Zhazha class rose strongly, he was also the strongest in the entire first grade.

"Are you wrong? The meteor class actually took out their ace!"

"With a mere level 6 quasi-warrior, there is no need to take a trump card, right?"

"And although Wang Dong from the Zhazha class was also killed in a flash, he is probably the worst-selling person compared to other students in the Zhazha class. He is not even as strong as Huo Juxiong. When dealing with him, he actually sent out the strongest man, this..."

Sima Yu felt bitter in his heart.

He actually didn't want to.

He originally wanted to be like Tian Ji's horse racing. Every time a student appeared in the slag class, their meteor class would only send students one level higher than the other.

But now the opponent has killed one of them a level 7 quasi-warrior in seconds.

If another level 7 quasi-warrior is sent out in this battle, if he loses, it will be even more difficult to win later.

Rather than doing this, it’s better to show your trump card.

At least I won this game.

Moreover, with Yue Qun's strength, there is no problem in killing Wang Dong in seconds.

As long as you can kill Wang Dong in seconds and find another chance to win the previous game, the champion will be the meteor class.

Several bigwigs on the stage also guessed Sima Yu’s idea and secretly praised: “If you break it, you will break it. You are worthy of being Teacher Sima Yu.”

"It seems that the meteor class will definitely win this game. The only suspense is to see if it is killed instantly."

Director Zheng said: "I think it's very likely to be a flash kill. After all, one is a level 8 quasi-warrior, and the other is only a level 6. Moreover, this level 8 quasi-warrior is very powerful."

The dean also nodded: "Generally, a level 8 quasi-warrior can be killed instantly against a level 7 quasi-warrior, not to mention that Wang Dong is just a level 6 quasi-warrior."

"Yes, level 6 quasi-warrior, this is just giving points to the meteor class."

Amid the discussions of the crowd, both sides had put on the competition uniforms and came to the stage, standing five meters apart.

The referee has not announced the start yet.

Wang Dong seemed to be afraid to look at Yue Qun.

Seeing Wang Dong's timid look, Yue Qun chuckled: "You can still kill me in seconds if you are like this? I really don't know what kind of luck is going to be."

Wang Dong smiled awkwardly and said, "I... actually just draw the sword and slash a little harder. But it can't be considered powerful... I'm actually very stupid. I'm the slowest learning of slash in our class."

"snort."

Yue Qun snorted coldly and ignored Wang Dong.

Wang Dong smiled bitterly and said, "Can I admit defeat later?"

Yue Qun snorted again: "Your class will not give other classes the chance to admit defeat. Do you think I will give it to you?"

Wang Dong looked back at the slag class with a bitter face, then turned around and said, "I definitely want to lose, but can you not let me lose so ugly? As long as you don't kill in seconds, anything is fine. The head teacher knows that I can't win you, so the task I give you is to not be killed in seconds."

Yue Qun laughed disdainfully: "There's no way, you are born with a face that is killed instantly. Your class teacher doesn't know what's wrong with your brain. He pretends to be a punch, but he actually decided to let you fight first. Now you can only accept the fate of being killed instantly. No wonder others, you can only blame yourself for your own actions."

While speaking, the referee gave an order: "The game begins!"

Knock-

Two knife sounds.

Two blood-red big words appeared on the screen: instant kill!

The disdainful smile on Yue Qun's face suddenly frozen there.

His knife had just been drawn out one third.

At this moment, the whole audience was silent.

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