The strongest healer

Chapter 261 Just admit defeat?

It was almost the moment the chief instructor finished explaining the rules.

under.

"I want to team up with Song Shi! She is responsible for earning points and fishing for me, and I am responsible for being as beautiful as a flower."

"Are you a peacock? Dare you use the word "beautiful as a flower".

"I don't care. If Song Shi loses anyway, you vote for her and me."

"If I were Song Shi, after hearing what you said, I would fight tooth and nail to win."

"Tch, our chief instructor was also a genius back then. He was a 3S-level warrior when he first awakened. He is even more talented than Lu Xing. After so many years of travelling, and with the blessing of experience, I bet no one here can beat her."

"You lost the bet last time and you haven't shown us the handstand pooping performance you promised."

"..."

"You all want to team up with Song Shi? Then I want to team up with Lu Xing. I promise not to hold him back, protect myself, and earn as long as I live. Lu Xing, take me flying quickly, I need points."

"Anyone who dares to team up with Lu Xing is definitely not a healer. The healer won't be able to hide from him in time."

"I want to vote for Wu Zhilu. I feel safe being in the same group with her."

"Well... Wu Zhilu should not be included in the voting, she is not a combat type."

"If you want to explore your talents, come with me. Let's join Lu Qian..."

There were people who could choose to vote, and the discussion was very lively.

The chief instructor will send the voting link.

Everyone votes.

Voting has range restrictions. People with points rankings from 1 to 1000 can only vote for three people within this ranking range, but cannot vote for people in other ranges, and so on.

A total of 24 people were cast.

The chief instructor looked at the optical brain and smiled slightly, "Our top one thousand, the one at the top of the list has 324 votes, Lu Xing, come on."

Lu Xing had no expression on his face. When he heard his name, he held his sword and walked out of the queue and walked towards the ring.

"Hey, it's not the Song Dynasty." Someone in the audience said in disappointment when they saw Lu Xing coming on stage.

"In terms of combat effectiveness, Lu Xing is still stronger. Song Shi won yesterday because of the combination of healing and violent systems. If Lu Xing and Wu Zhilu were on a team yesterday, they have been partners for many years and have a tacit understanding. Song Shi would still have won You may not be able to win first place.”

"I agree. Lu Xing has been called the number one violent type in the federation by the media for three consecutive years. Although people call him crazy, no one has ever questioned his strength."

"If Lu Xing can't beat the chief instructor, then don't even think about it, let alone the other guys."

……

Lu Xing and the chief instructor stood face to face on the ring.

The chief instructor brought her own weapon, which was also a sword with an unattractive appearance. She held the hilt, pulled out the sword, and threw the scabbard onto the ring.

"Boy, I've heard of you a long time ago. If you beat me, you can be on the same team as Wu Zhilu in the next game. Otherwise..." The chief instructor smiled at the corner of his mouth and glanced meaningfully at someone in the audience. A distracted person.

The whistle to start the game is blown by the assistant instructor.

The two rushed towards each other at the same time.

The peak battle between the violent 3S level and the warrior 3S level is violent and exciting.

Lu Xing stabbed the chief instructor directly, and the chief instructor quickly raised his sword after touching the blades. The two swords made of excellent materials made a piercing cry at this moment. Invisible sound waves stirred up, and everyone watching the battle subconsciously wrinkled. brow.

The chief instructor was so strong that Lu Xing held the hilt of the sword with both hands and pressed down on the sword with a lunge, but it was of no avail. The chief instructor lifted the sword and easily relieved the attack.

Lu Xing quickly sheathed his sword, adjusted the angle and slashed downwards. The light on the sword was unusually beautiful. The chief instructor refused to give in, and the two sword blades collided again.

"Chong-"

The two of them retreated at the same time, their faces tensed as they adjusted to the sore and numb arms. 0.5 seconds later, as if the orbits of two meteors overlapped, countless sparks exploded at the moment of intersection, and the arc of the sparks enveloped the two of them. The sparks were the sparks that flew out when the two swords' blades met.

In the audience, everyone stared intently at the Chief Instructor and Lu Xing going back and forth, reluctant to avert their eyes. It has to be said that in terms of visual experience, this group competition has reached the ultimate level.

Song Shi stared closely, frantically dismantling the moves of the two in his mind, searching for some moves that he could use.

Song Shi used a variety of moves. The last two instructors said so. Unlike many people in the training field who systematically learned fighting skills from an early age, Song Shi ate from a variety of sources.

Many of the tricks were learned by myself from actual combat.

Song Shi learned the orthodox moves for a year. During this period, two instructors worked hard to correct her bad habits, and Song Shi herself worked hard to rely on the orthodox side. The wild moves in her body were covered up.

It's not that it doesn't exist anymore, it's just that it's hidden under the skin of orthodox moves, popping out from the corners from time to time, catching the opponent off guard.

The light of the sword and the shadow of the sword.

Lu Xing focused on blocking the sword flower played by the chief instructor, but the chief instructor feinted him and kicked him to the ground.

Lu Xing put his sword on the ground and was about to stand up. The chief instructor sealed his throat and thrust his sword straight to his neck. Lu Xing quickly retreated until half of his feet were hanging on the edge of the ring.

The chief instructor is slightly better.

The whistle blew, Lu Xing lost this game, and his teammates in the next Virtual City game were decided by others.

It could be anyone, except Wu Zhilu.

Lu Xing glanced at the training ground next door, which was a non-combat training ground. Lu Xing walked down the steps with a low aura.

"Lu Xing really lost, the instructor is awesome."

"How can someone who is not awesome become an instructor?"

"It's so exciting. As expected of Lu Xing. I have to study the video record carefully when I go back. I didn't see several moves clearly."

"Me too."

"Wondering who's next."

"You will definitely lose anyway, does it matter who it is?"

"Everything is possible, so words cannot be so absolute..."

The chief instructor did not step down, she still had to play 23 games.

Song Shi was looking in the direction of the arena at this time, and he met the chief instructor's eyes directly. The chief instructor blinked and raised his finger at her, "Song Shi, 309 votes, come up."

I'm quite popular... Song Shi thought calmly and walked onto the ring.

Everyone else's reaction was more intense than hers.

"Oh yeah, Song Shi! I'm looking forward to it!"

"Do you expect her to not be beaten down without even being able to sustain a hundred moves?"

"Haha, I hope you keep your mouth shut forever."

"..."

The chief instructor heard the conversation below and asked Song Shi on the opposite side, "Are you confident you can beat me?"

The scene of the battle between the chief instructor and Lu Xing appeared in Song Shi's mind. He replaced himself with Lu Xing and shook his head, "No."

The audience said, "Huh? Just admit defeat? This isn't the style of the violent type, is it?"

The chief instructor was also a little surprised, and asked with great interest, "How many tricks do you think you can defeat me?"

Song Shi's fingertips rubbed the lines on the scabbard, and there was a hint of arrogance in his simple tone, "I can keep fighting with you until the end."

The chief instructor was silent.

It means that I can't beat you, and you can't beat me. At most, it's a draw.