The strongest healer

Chapter 182 Three Strongmen
"Are you disappointed?" No. 6 asked suspiciously.

"Uh...right." Song Shi nodded sincerely.

No. 6: "..."

She stared at Song Shi for a long time until two lines of blood-red words appeared on all the mirrors around her:
[Number of people remaining: 3 people]

[Mirror Maze Triwizard Countdown: 21 minutes]

One of Deng Changrong and Zhang Wenjing was eliminated.

There was no hint on the mirror as to who had been eliminated.

Song Shi and No. 6 opposite him looked away at the same time, their eyes intertwined.

No. 6 said something that was very inconsistent with the current situation, "I really hope you can win."

"?"

When Song Shi was confused, the other party stepped forward, raised his fist and hit her on the cheek.

Song Shi had no choice but to put aside other thoughts, take a half step back with his right foot, lean back, and nimbly avoid the punch in front of him.

No. 6 changed the angle of the punch, and his fists advanced layer by layer, aiming at Song Shi's head and face like rain, and the fists cooperated seamlessly.

Song Shi focused on defense at first. The opponent's fists did not fall on her, and she did not cause any substantial damage to the opponent.

The two were in a stalemate for a long time.

As time passed, Song Shi changed his plan and used offense as defense.

After taking a few punches from the opponent, Song Shi found a breakthrough and hit her on the bridge of the nose with his elbow.

The sound of bone cracking was unusually clear.

Taking advantage of the moment when the other party was in pain and in a daze, Song Shi grabbed her arm and flipped her off her shoulder with a lunge.

No. 6 was hit hard on the ground, the ground shook, and the surrounding mirrors trembled.

No. 6 groaned, and his body reflexively curled up into a shrimp.

Song Shi turned her body over, facing the metal ground, clasped her arms behind her back, pinched the front of her neck with his fingers, and felt her pulse beating under his fingertips.

No. 6 was forced to raise his head and stretch his neck.

"Admit defeat?"

"……recognize."

[Number of people remaining: 2 people]

[Remaining time in the mirror maze final: 17 minutes]

Song Shi jumped off the other party and helped her sit up.

Even though he moved slowly, No. 6 still gasped in pain.

"There must be a broken bone in my lumbar spine," No. 6's face wrinkled in pain, she complained, and she covered her waist, "I need someone to take me out."

The second half of the sentence was not spoken to Song Shi, but to the surrounding surveillance cameras.

[Send someone over immediately]

Words like this appear on the mirror.

No. 6 was sitting there, waiting for someone to come, and looked up at Song Shi, who was wiping his nosebleed with his sleeve.

In order to find a chance to fight back, Song Shi was punched twice by her, one on the bridge of the nose and one on the chin.

Those two punches were not light.

Blood spurted out of his nostrils at that time.

At this time, the nosebleed had stopped and continued to flow downward. She was looking in the mirror and wiping the blood that had flowed before but had not dried up.

I wiped it off quickly and my face was as clean and smooth as ever.

No. 6 couldn't help but feel a bit envious in her heart. She turned to look at the mirror beside her.

The mirror reflected her current appearance. Her eyes were swollen as if she was allergic to seafood, the bridge of her nose was crooked in a weird arc, and her exposed neck was also covered in black and blue.

The rest of her body was wrapped in training clothes and couldn't be seen in the mirror, but she knew that her body was covered with injuries and there might not be any good flesh left.

For nearly four hours, she kept fighting. None of her competitors were weak. She kept getting injured, with new injuries covering old ones.

Not only her, but others too.

Even powerful players like Zhang Wenjing and Deng Changrong could not survive the last half hour intact.

Every time in the past, at the end of the mirror maze elimination round, all the 380 people from the violent department had to go to the medical room and lie down on the beds.

Song Dynasty was an exception. Her mental outlook was no different from before the game started.

There were no scars on her body.

The only difference is that the training clothes are dirty.

Her actions were not affected at all, and three and a half hours later, while the other contestants were bruised and exhausted, she was in a state of complete victory.

The advantages of being a healer are fully revealed at this time.

This is just one of the many advantages of her dual series.

She is not afraid of the black energy of alien beasts, which means that she will not be limited by the level of the team's healer on the battlefield, and can roam among the alien beast groups unscrupulously.

She also has the skills of a healer to soothe her emotions. She will not lose control and always remains rational...

a lot of.

However, she thought that she would face one of Zhang Wenjing and Deng Changrong later.

She couldn't help but observe three seconds of silence for Song Shi.

"I hope it's not Zhang Wenjing you're about to face."

Song Shi turned around, Zhang Wenjing? number 2?
Aren’t Zhang Wenjing and Deng Changrong on the same level? Even in terms of past knockout results, he is not as good as Deng Changrong.

"You will know when you fight each other later." No. 6 said meaningfully, "If it were Zhang Wenjing, I would watch your fighting process over and over again."

Song Shi glanced at her, confused, and left.

She has located the location of the remaining person.

About 90 meters southwest.

Her psychic sensing range is approximately 100 meters.

The other party was quickly approaching her direction.

It was as if he knew where she was.

On second thought, Deng Changrong and Zhang Wenjing eliminated one person in front, and she was fighting with No. 6 in the back.

The sound of their fighting was quite loud, especially when she threw No. 6 over her shoulder at the end, the mirror was shaking.

No. 1 and No. 2 are both 3S. No matter which one wins, there is no need to question your hearing. It makes sense to follow the source of the sound.

There are only 15 minutes left.

Song Shi quickly approached the other party.

The distance was reduced to about fifty meters, and the two figures merged first on the mirror surface of the mirror maze.

The two of them paused at the same time.

There were only two people left in the entire mirror maze.

What is shown on the mirror is the intertwined figures of the other party and yourself.

Song Shi glanced at the opponent he was about to face.

Male, fair skin, half-length hair, bangs covering half of his eyes, making it difficult to see clearly. His profile is straight, his lips are red as if he has just spit out blood, and there are black spots on the corners of his mouth.

He saw her and smiled at her with his crimson lips.

At the age of nineteen or twenty, his smile was not sunny at all, but also had a gloomy feeling. Song Shi touched the goosebumps that suddenly appeared on his arms.

It feels like being targeted by a poisonous snake.

Although I didn't know whether his name was Deng Changrong or Zhang Wenjing before this, after he finished laughing, Song Shi was sure, and Zhang Wenjing was unquestionable.

Thinking that she had experienced so much since she came to this world, she couldn't smile so horribly.

No. 6 is worried about meeting him eventually.

It really happened to her.

Except for the initial ups and downs in Song Shi's mood when he laughed, he felt nothing after that.

The two of them continued to close the distance between each other.

Song Shi always senses the other party's exact location.

Less than five meters.

She calmed down and stepped lightly again, trying not to let the other party hear her footsteps and reveal her position.

[Countdown: 10 minutes]

(End of this chapter)