In the whole competition, other than the first round, Mo Wen's performance in the next two rounds was amazing.
Especially the fight with Wang Xiaofei. Ordinary students might think that it was exciting, but the students in the arena were all experts who had learned martial arts. But with their eyesight, how could they not see the hidden meaning in it?
At this moment, they were all sighing in their hearts. It was indeed the number one university in Hua Xia. The students there were crouching tigers and hidden dragons.
In the first round, the 4th Battalion defeated the 1st Battalion, and the 3rd Battalion defeated the 2nd Battalion.
In the second round, the two winning battalions and the losing battalions began to compete.
The 4th Battalion vs the 3rd Battalion, the two strongest battalions began to collide again, instantly attracting the attention of many spectators.
Mo Wen glanced at the 3rd Battalion's camp and discovered that Shao Jianyang was among them. The corner of his mouth curled into a cold smile.
That Shao Jianyang was quite capable, as he had participated in a few battles.
Other than Shao Jianyang, there was another person in the 3rd Battalion who attracted Mo Wen's attention.
It was a youth with tanned skin, a slender body, exquisite features, and a determined face. His eyes had an indescribable sense of sharpness. Even when he looked at you calmly, it seemed to make you feel pressured.
The reason why Mo Wen paid attention to him was that his eyes were locked on him, and there seemed to be an indescribable hostility in them.
He frowned a little strangely. He definitely did not know that youth. It could be said that it was his first time seeing him, so why was he so hostile towards him?
In the distance, Shao Jianyang walked to the youth and whispered, "Yang Qi, leave that Mo Wen to me. I have a grudge against him. I have to kill that brat. "
"You are not his match," Yang Qi glanced at Shao Jianyang and said indifferently.
"What! You said that I am not his match? Although my level is not as good as yours, I should be able to deal with Mo Wen. "
Shao Jianyang said with some disbelief. He was an ancient martial arts practitioner, how could he not be able to deal with a normal person?
"He defeated Wang Xiaofei from the 1st Battalion. Wang Xiaofei is also an ancient martial arts practitioner," Yang Qi glanced at Mo Wen and said.
At that time, the 3rd Battalion was fighting with the 2nd Battalion, so the three of them did not see the battle between Mo Wen and Wang Xiaofei. Although they knew that the 4th Battalion defeated the 1st Battalion, they did not have a direct reference.
But coincidentally, Yang Qi already knew Wang Xiaofei, so he knew how powerful she was.
"Wang Xiaofei? What kind of ancient martial art practitioner is he? " Shao Jianyang said with a frown. Since Mo Wen could defeat an ancient martial arts practitioner, then he must also be an ancient martial arts practitioner.
"The Regulated Breathing realm. His cultivation may not be as good as mine, but it won't be too far off."
Yang Qi looked at Shao Jianyang calmly. His meaning was clear. If you still want to fight Mo Wen, then go ahead.
Actually, Yang Qi was also very surprised that Mo Wen could defeat Wang Xiaofei. He originally thought that Mo Wen was just a small fry, but now it seemed that this person was a little interesting.
"That Wang Xiaofei has Regulated Breathing realm cultivation?"
Shao Jianyang's eyes widened. He was only at the later stage of the Body Consolidation realm. If Mo Wen could defeat Wang Xiaofei, wouldn't that mean that Mo Wen could defeat him easily?
For a moment, Shao Jianyang hesitated.
After a few minutes of rest, the second match began under the command of the referee.
Hong Lü from the 4th Battalion was still the first to go up. He met a tall youth from the 3rd Battalion. Both of them had not practiced ancient martial arts, but had learned some external martial arts.
As soon as they met, the two of them engaged in an intense battle. After 300 rounds, Hong Lü was defeated by the tall youth due to carelessness.
"Damn, Hong Lü is too useless. I'll go up. Watch how I kill that tall guy. "
When Wang Yuan saw that Hong Lü had lost, he immediately jumped up and rushed up while cursing.
Mo Wen rolled his eyes. That tall youth was not an ancient martial art practitioner. Although he had a strong body, he was definitely not Wang Yuan's match.
Wang Yuan saw that his opponent was not as good as him, so his fighting spirit was immediately high. If it was another person, it was hard to say if he would still be so enthusiastic.
Indeed, in just a few rounds, the tall youth was defeated by Wang Yuan.
"Who else from the 3rd Battalion is left? Go ahead. I'll take you all on."
After defeating the tall youth, Wang Yuan was instantly proud of himself. He waved his hand and pointed at the 3rd Battalion's camp as he shouted.
"That brat must be tired of living. I'll go up and kill him."
When Shao Jianyang saw this, he immediately glared and took a few strides forward.
Reality had proven that Wang Yuan did not have the ability to dominate with just a shake of his bear body. Shao Jianyang was also an ancient martial art practitioner. Moreover, he was in the later stage of the Body Consolidation realm, which was one level higher than Wang Yuan.
The two of them fought for a while, but in the end, Wang Yuan was defeated.
"Mo Wen, it's up to you now. Kill that brat Shao Jianyang. Don't lose to the 3rd Battalion."
Wang Yuan's face was covered in bruises. He grimaced in pain as he walked back. There were many footprints on his clothes.
At this moment, he had basically pinned all his hopes on Mo Wen. He couldn't even defeat Shao Jianyang, let alone Yang Qi, who the 3rd Battalion had placed last.
Mo Wen shrugged his shoulders and walked into the arena indifferently.
Looking at Shao Jianyang, who was ten meters away, Mo Wen suddenly smiled and said, "Shao Jianyang, we meet again. You haven't fulfilled your previous bet. When are you going to fulfill it?"
"Mo Wen, since you're looking for death, I'll fulfill your wish."
Shao Jianyang's face turned gloomy. It would have been better if Mo Wen hadn't mentioned the bet. Once the bet was mentioned, he couldn't help but feel humiliated.
"Bring it on. You're obviously a pig. Only you think that you're somebody."
Mo Wen smiled coldly. He didn't care about a clown like Shao Jianyang at all.
"B * stard, you're tired of living."
Shao Jianyang roared angrily. He didn't care about anything else and rushed to the front of Mo Wen. He fiercely punched him in the head.
Yang Qi, who was watching the fight from afar, shook his head. Shao Jianyang was indeed a pig. He was not Mo Wen's match, and he was so rash and hot-tempered. If he didn't die, who would?
Looking at the fist that was getting bigger and bigger in front of him, Mo Wen's lips curled into a cold smile. He stood at his original position like a wooden stake, not moving an inch. He only extended his fist and met Shao Jianyang's fist fiercely.
Crack!
A crisp sound of bones breaking could be heard. Shao Jianyang retreated four or five steps from the force of the fist. His fist was obviously deformed.
Mo Wen stood at his original position and didn't move an inch.
"You …"
Shao Jianyang looked at Mo Wen in shock. He was speechless for a moment. He used one hand to hold the broken bone in his hand. The intense pain made his forehead break out in cold sweat.
He didn't expect Mo Wen to be so strong. He couldn't even take a blow from him in a head-on fight.
Yang Qi, who was watching the fight from afar, also narrowed his eyes and his expression turned serious.
Mo Wen looked at Shao Jianyang indifferently. He couldn't beat Wang Xiaofei head-on, but could he beat him head-on? With Shao Jianyang's later stage Body Consolidation cultivation, he was simply asking to be humiliated.
He didn't give Shao Jianyang a chance to catch his breath. Of course, he wouldn't miss the opportunity to beat Shao Jianyang when he was down. In a flash, he appeared in front of Shao Jianyang and punched him hard in the stomach, sending him flying four or five meters away.
"I admit defeat."
Shao Jianyang turned over and got up from the ground. He looked at Mo Wen with a face full of fear. If this continued, he would probably be beaten to a pulp by Mo Wen.
Mo Wen didn't continue to attack. He knew that if he did, the referee would definitely step forward to stop him. After all, it was just a combat competition, not a fight to the death.
Shao Jianyang looked at Mo Wen viciously, but didn't dare to say anything. He left the stage dejectedly.
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