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Chapter 146 I Lost? I Win!
Zhang Heng stood on the stage, and his opponent Wan Shan also arrived at the same time. The two of them sat in silence, waiting for Wu Qing to give the order.

After a few seconds, the cheers from the crowd died down, and Wu Qing picked up the whistle and floated into the air:

"The third round, Bai Ze Wugao Zhang Heng vs. Feng Yun Wugao Wan Shan, the game begins!"

With a "swoosh", a sharp whistle pierced the tranquility of the stadium. The silent mountains erupted, and the "Bow Shadow Step" crossed half the court and attacked Zhang Heng first.

Zhang Heng was better at defense than Wang Hai, but he only lasted two more moves before Wan Shan broke through.
The "Shock Palm" that could resonate with the force field hit Zhang Heng's chest. Zhang Heng felt a sweetness in his throat and was injured internally, but his body did not retreat at all.

The backhand "Willow Leaf Blade" accurately cut Wanshan's side, and Wanshan's face suddenly turned from white to red and then to purple, and he was in extreme pain.

Almost the same situation as the previous round happened, and the neutral audience at the scene became even more excited. They liked this kind of flesh-and-blood fight, which made their blood boil.

The supporters of Bai Ze Wugao and Feng Yun Wugao all felt a pang in their hearts, and some timid girls even turned their heads away, not daring to look again.

Wang Hai and Ma Fan were both carried off just now, and they were seriously injured. It is still unclear whether they can play after the game is over. If they continue to play like that, it will be too cruel for the players.

At this moment, the situation on both sides' benches was not peaceful.

Bai Yu and his group saw the way Zhang Heng attacked and the painful expression on Wan Shan's face, and they already understood what Zhang Heng was thinking.

Zhang Heng wanted to exchange injury for pain, let the unbearable pain crush Wanshan's fighting will, and thus defeat the strong with the weak.

"Zhang Heng is no longer trying his best, but risking his life." Tears glistened in Kong Xin's eyes.

Zhang Heng was a student he personally trained. He was better than Bai Zewu and everyone was moved by him.

"Can he succeed?" Yuan Qiu couldn't help asking, holding the drink bottle tightly in his hand.

The more determined Zhang Heng is, the more he deserves this victory. He really doesn't want to see Zhang Heng be like Wang Hai, working so hard but getting no results. That would be such a pity.

"We have already seen what he said about witnessing his martial arts." Qin Ying stared at Zhang Heng's figure on the ring, "The rest depends on the opponent."

On the other side, after analyzing the data from the first encounter, Lu Yaoshi also understood Zhang Heng's intentions.

Wanshan is indeed not as good as others in this aspect during his usual training. If the fight continues like this, Zhang Heng has a certain probability of defeating Wanshan.

Of course, the prerequisite is that Zhang Heng must be able to withstand Wanshan’s attack. Once the stability of Zhang Heng’s force field drops below 20%, the game will end directly.

"Wanshan, don't be afraid of the pain. Attack more compactly. Quickly!"

Lu Yaoshi roared and directly ordered Wanshan on the ring.

Like many people in Fengyun Wugao, Wanshan was always unhappy with Lu Yaoshi's superior attitude.

But all of them eat and live with Lu Yaoshi, and rely on Lu Yaoshi's team to win the southern championship. Lu Yaoshi gives orders, and they can only obey.

"Hah~" Wanshan roared, and despite the pain, he continued to attack Zhang Heng.

After a while, Zhang Heng, who had only endured four attacks from Wan Shan, began to cough up blood. His body was only a few steps away from the edge of the ring. The overall situation was much worse than Wang Hai's in the first round.
But he held on, and used the "Willow Blade" to cut Wanshan's side for the fourth time.

Wanshan wailed, covering the painful area with one hand, his face twisted into a ball, and his feet trembling as he took a few steps back. His injuries were much lighter than Zhang Heng's, but the pain he endured was also more intense. Every attack from Zhang Heng made him terrified.

Zhang Heng looked at Wanshan's frightened expression, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and smiled slightly.

In their judgment, Wanshan is the third strongest player in the Fengyun Wugao team besides Lu Yaoshi.

But even so, his statistics are only stronger than his, and coupled with his grasp of his habits, if the fight continues normally, he will end up in failure like Wang Hai.

If he wants to have a chance of winning in this situation, he needs to be more ruthless to himself, and most importantly, be smart. "Why, that's not enough, even if I can't beat you, I can still beat you a few more times."

Zhang Heng took a deep breath and laughed at Wan Shan who was bending over to calm his pain.

Wanshan was already on the verge of exploding, and after being provoked by Zhang Heng, the excruciating pain in his bones turned into overflowing anger.

He roared, his skin turned red, his legs stimulated more nodes, and the jumping band operated to the limit - Blood Martial Arts·Star Chasing Flash Attack!

"Long!"

Wan Shan, whose calf muscles had expanded to their limit, took a step forward and rushed towards Zhang Heng.

The sound of sonic boom exploded around him, leaving behind Lu Yaoshi's yell of "Stop, he is deliberately provoking you!"

He didn't want to continue wasting time and be tortured by Zhang Heng, he wanted to end the game with one strike.

In the blink of an eye, Wan Shan accelerated to the speed of sound and appeared in front of Zhang Heng.
Although Zhang Heng managed to catch sight of the figure, he didn't have time to use his "Iron Guard" due to the sudden explosion at such a close distance.
However, he had no intention of defending. He was waiting for Wanshan to use such a trick.

The two sides met, and Wanshan smashed Zhang Heng's chest with a simple and unpretentious punch. Zhang Heng's eyeballs bulged out, blood spurted out of his mouth, and his body flew backwards like a kite with its string cut off.

But at this moment, Zhang Heng firmly grasped Wan Shan's arm with both hands.

Wan Shan rushed too fast, without any firm footing, and flew out with Zhang Heng.

Behind them is the end point of the game - the stage. If a contestant falls off the stage, he will be considered a loser.

In mid-air, Wan Shan was terrified and didn't want to die with Zhang Heng, so he used his other hand to "control" and reached towards the ring.
"呲呲~"

The steel-like middle finger nail touched the surface of the ring, leaving a few millimeters of white marks, and the speed of the backward flight began to decrease.
But before Wanshan could be happy, the next moment, the two of them passed through the protective force field, all the strength on their bodies disappeared, and they fell straight onto the cushion.

At this moment, the scene was silent, and many viewers' brains had not yet reacted until a whistle stimulated their nerves.

"The third game, Bai Ze Wugao Zhang Heng vs. Feng Yun Wugao Wan Shan, a draw!"

Wu Qing announced the results of the competition.

If the two people fall one after another, then there will be a winner and a loser. If they fall together, then he can only declare it a draw, even if this will bring about a series of chain reactions.

"Zhang Heng is awesome!"

"Brother Zhang, you are my God!"

Amid the overwhelming cheers, Wanshan looked around in confusion. Everything in front of his eyes was dark and in the distance he heard familiar voices of "idiot" and "waste", as if he had made a mistake in his daily training.

"I lose?!"

He lowered his head, not daring to respond to Lu Yaoshi's angry gaze.

"I won!"

Zhang Heng let go of Wanshan's hand and forced out a last smile.

This game ended in a tie. No matter what, Bai Yu could play in the fifth game. He did what he promised.

(End of this chapter)