There's something wrong with this guy

Chapter 62 The first three of the decisive battle (seeking a wave of the first order)
"Seventh, send a book, Aoki, eighth, Qu Fujiao, Dong She!"

Aoki's face was white, and when he passed Huang Liang, he solemnly apologized to him, with tears in his eyes, "I should have let you win. If I let you win, you will be the one who suffers from all this unbearable pain."

I can thank you!

Huang Liang said righteously, "Please come on stage and enjoy your hard-won opportunity to be abused!"

Aw, there is no classmate love.

Aoki cheered herself up and embarked on her fourth battle as if she were dying.

After losing to Chang Liao, Qu Fujiao, and Dong She in a row, she clearly understood that it was a real move to defeat Huang Liang and win the top five.

Sending the book also felt a little sympathetic to her, "How about I take it lightly?"

"No need." Aoki stubbornly rejected his proposal. After ten breaths, he was stubbornly carried down by the two doctors.

In another battle circle, it has become the king's repressive aura of the king. Qu Fujiao has scored six points, and Dong She has also scored six points. The difference is that Qu Fujiao still has a fight with Chang Liao. But there is no next one.

Only by defeating Qu Fujiao and scoring nine points can he sit firmly in first place.

Qu Fujiao also did not allow himself to lose, and he would deduct one point for each loss. If he only had five points left, and took the three points from Chang Liao, he would only get eight points.

Dong She was wearing a black robe, and his face under the hood was also wrapped in black cloth, revealing only a pair of dark, dumb eyes. When Qu Fujiao saw these eyes, he knew that the source of confusion was ordinary, and it was a slap in the face of him. not working.

Qu Fujiao flicked his wrist, and the golden bell made a pleasant sound. He sang and recited the tragic and poignant words, which made the audience feel like duckweed. In their hands, he can fiddle with them at will, and he can dominate their emotions.

But he couldn't find Dong She's love.

He looked at these dark, dumb eyes and stopped playing.

"It's boring." Qu Fu was arrogant.

It's so boring, whether it's this unemotional person, or his sad experience of losing his love, it doesn't make people interested in exploring.

Qu Fujiao flicked his sleeves and walked out of the battle circle. He couldn't win this match. He hated such ruthless people.

The ownership of No.1 has become clear, he is Dong She who won three games in a row and tied one game!

When everyone cheered, Dong She didn't seem to react, "You finished singing?"

He asked again, "Aren't you going to fight?"

At this moment, Qu Fujiao wanted to return to the battle circle to fight him to the death, but luckily the rules stopped him.

He tossed his sleeves harder and waited for the next game with a sullen face.

Three quarters later, the referee shouted, "Game [-], Qu Fujiao, Chang Liao!"

The competition was decided by lottery long ago, and the result was posted on the bulletin board by the square. Chang Liao knew that in the last two games, he would meet Qu Fujiao and send a book, and there was only a three-quarter break in between.

If he wants to completely suppress people's natural reverence for Dongjun, then he must fight the existence of Dongjun-like guards in the battle against Jishu, so that everyone can realize that Dongjun With her people, in front of the powerful, they are nothing but their identity!
But he can no longer give up the fight with Qu Fujiao in order to preserve his strength. If he gives up the fight against Dong She, he can still explain it with strategy, then giving up the fight one after another will cast a shadow on his prestige. Who will respect him? A person who is timid about winning or losing.

What's more, according to his observation, competing with Qu Fujiao takes a lot of effort, and the loss of strength is very small, and why not try his psychedelic art!
As soon as the two entered the battle circle, Chang Liao took the lead and launched the offensive, with a wolf head on his fist, and the wind howled like a wolf howl. Qu Fujiao used two techniques in a row. The second is psychedelic, the bell rang, and three or two sentences sang a cavity of resentment, which unexpectedly matched the fire in Chang Liao's heart, and almost instantly made him feel the same, sinking into this short-term in the world of drama.

It was also at this time that Qu Fujiao made his third move. He punched Chang Liao's heart with a punch, but he still opened the opera steadily in his mouth.

Chang Liao woke up with this punch, and was immediately pulled into a terrifying fantasy of the future. His consciousness was pulled back and forth between reality and fantasy, blood burst from his eyes, and beads of sweat rolled from his temples one by one.

This half-awake besieged city was suffocating, he struggled hard, roared silently, and stretched out his hands to the slowly closing gate!

"No!"

His whole body seemed to be fished out of the water, his hands rested on the ground, panting fiercely, his eyelids lifted, and he stared fiercely at Qu Fujiao who was looking down at him.

The referee asked, "Can you still fight?"

He has only thrown three punches so far, but he can still fight more.

Of course, Chang Liao wanted to fight again, but his whole body felt as if he was run over by a car and he lost his strength, and he couldn't even lift his fingers.

"He won."

This time Lao Tzu accepted it, and next time Chang Liao supported his knees and stood up slowly, looking at Qu Fu Jiao more and more and it hurt his eyes.

Chao Lin and Lian Kun saw that he was in a very poor state and wanted to come up to help him, but he swept them away.

He sat on the stone steps, took a sip of water, and the still-existing sense of powerlessness made him uneasy.

The thorn-like Wang Zhong said in a vicious voice, "Whoever has something to eat or drink, bring some more, and the doctor will also call over to see if he can help him recover."

A group of people acted in a hurry, and the three moments were really short. If he was always in this state of disengagement, would it still be worth it in the next match?
The doctor did a rough examination for him, "There is no problem with his health."

Xie Li asked, "Then why is he still losing his strength?"

"Qu Fujiao's psychedelic art is very powerful, and he probably hasn't come out yet." The doctor packed up the medicine box and said helplessly, "This is heartbroken, and I can't help it. Either take a tranquility pill."

"No need, tranquility will only make people lose their vigilance." Chang Liao pulled out the dagger and plunged it into his thigh, the tingling sensation broke through the gap in the mental barrier, and the lost strength returned to control little by little.

He can't lose to sending books!
Chao Lin said, "Brother Chang Liao, you win one game and lose two games, you have 1 point left, send a book to win one game and lose one game and draw one game, you have 2 points left, but your explosive power is few people can match, just hit him at the beginning. Be caught off guard, make a quick decision, and secure the third place.”

"I understand." Chang Liao bandaged the wound and said calmly, "I have long wanted to fight Jishu, and I am very happy to have this opportunity today!"

"The tenth game, send a book, Chang Liao, get ready!"

Chang Liao looked at the book sent into the battle circle on the opposite side, trembling with excitement, he wanted to put them into the bottom of the academy in the entrance examination, and let his reputation hang high between the Qingfeng Corps and the academy students for a long time. middle!
However, when he took a step forward, his face changed greatly, he couldn't hide it, he could feel the weakness of his legs, what the hell did that damn Qu Fujiao do to him!
(End of this chapter)