Gao Wu: My Dragon Valley System

Chapter 168 Decisive battle!

The afterimages merged into one, and the sword light had reached Zhang Haoting's throat!

Zhang Haoting's face darkened. He raised his right hand, put his index and middle fingers together, and pointed them upwards.

A ball of lightning suddenly jumped out from the ground beneath his feet and hit Zhang Junmo's heavy sword.

boom!
Lightning exploded.

But in the light, the sword-wielding figure seemed to split into many parts, then broke through the lightning and attacked Zhang Haoting from different directions!
The sword light dispersed the lightning, and Zhang Haoting's figure twisted and shattered between the light and shadow.

When I opened my eyes again.

Zhang Haoting has returned to reality.

Looking at Zhang Junmo not far away, he let out a deep breath.

"you win!"

There didn't seem to be much fluctuation in the sound.

He tried his best in every battle, so he didn't worry too much about the outcome.

After winning this game, he will fight for the next one.

If you lose, it means that your practice is not enough and you need to keep working hard!

No matter what the outcome is, it will not stop him from moving forward.

"Next, it's up to you."

Zhang Haoting is very optimistic about Zhang Junmo and hopes he can go further.

Although he is a few years younger than me, his talent is amazing.

I think, facing that scary guy, there may be a chance to defeat him.

Of course, after personally experiencing the opponent's terror, Zhang Haoting knew that it would be very difficult for Zhang Junmo to win!

But no matter what, Zhang Junmo was the last person standing in front of Song Wenyuan.

Come on!
Zhang Haoting left.

And the one who followed closely was Song Wenyuan.

Song Wenyuan's face was very gloomy, and he slowly walked towards the machine.

The anger Gao Shengzhong had brought upon him before had not yet dissipated. He needed to vent!
And Zhang Junmo in front of him was obviously the best target.

He reached out and touched the mental training device under him, glanced at Zhang Junmo, and spoke in a cold voice.

"With this thing around, the game becomes boring."

As he spoke, Song Wenyuan revealed a sinister smile.

"If the competition is for us to fight in real life, it will be much more exciting!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Junmo's face slightly stiffened.

Song Wenyuan's expression and tone revealed a strong murderous intent without any concealment.

"Wait until you beat me first before you say that kind of nonsense!"

Zhang Junmo pursed his lips and did not argue.

He was not sure whether Song Wenyuan was the judge that night, but no matter whether he was or not, judging from the strength he showed, he was extremely terrifying!

It can be said that in this competition, all the students are not on the same level as him!

"It's the finals!"

"It seems that the championship this time belongs to us, Quancheng!"

"Hahaha! Song Wenyuan really brings honor to our Quancheng College!"

At this time, the dean of Quancheng College was laughing happily, as if he was already standing on the podium, accepting the championship medal with Song Wenyuan.

"The finals haven't started yet, and the winner hasn't been decided yet. Isn't it too early to be happy now?"

Zhao Zhenxing looked at the other party and said coldly.

"Or do you like daydreaming?"

The dean of Quancheng College glanced at Zhao Zhenxing indifferently and said with a smile: "Is there any need to compare? Zhang Haoting from your Xiacheng College is considered an ace player, right? Facing Song Wenyuan from our college, he was wiped out in the blink of an eye!"

"I have to admit that your Zhang Junmo is indeed quite capable! But he even had such a hard time defeating Zhang Haoting, how could he fight Song Wenyuan?" "The result is obvious."

He spread his hands with a winner's smile on his face.

Especially when he saw Zhao Zhenxing's face turned ugly, he felt even more proud in his heart, as if he had won another game.

Zhang Junmo and Zhang Haoting fought for a long time before the winner was decided.

When facing Song Wenyuan, Zhang Haoting was beaten so badly that he had no power to fight back. In the end, he even blew himself up to avoid a humiliating death.

But even so, bearing the force of Zhang Haoting's self-explosion at that time, Song Wenyuan was still standing there.

The gap between them is indeed obvious.

"No one knows what the outcome will be until the end!"

But no matter what he thought in his heart, Zhao Zhenxing couldn't show that he was discouraged on the surface.

The audience seats were filled with noise and the shouts and cheers were deafening.

The competition has come to this point, and it’s finally time for the final battle!

Both of them have experienced battles time and time again, three rounds of eliminations and seven consecutive points battles, and they are the strongest talents left!
"Zhang Junmo! Kill that dead face!"

"Go ahead! Don't lose to that pervert! Zhang Junmo, come on!"

"Fuck him! Song Wenyuan! Tear the opponent into pieces!"

"Right! Go ahead regardless of the consequences! Finally crush your opponent this time, and the championship will be yours!"

"Fuck! Someone is cheering for Song Wenyuan? Is he crazy?"

"Fuck! I'll cheer for whoever I want to cheer for! I'll admire whoever is the best. Is there a problem?"

"Hey, what a bully! Boy, wait for me after the game is over! Don't leave if you dare!"

"Come on! Who's afraid of who? Damn it, how can I be afraid of you?"

"..."

At the final moment, Song Wenyuan's supporters were no longer silent.

Although Song Wenyuan has always behaved very cruelly.

But in this world, there will always be a large group of people who admire the strong, and Song Wenyuan's performance is undoubtedly very powerful!
And this means that there will definitely be a large group of people supporting him!

At this critical moment, with the blood boiling, those so-called ethical constraints have long disappeared!
Being strong is justice!
Two figures appeared again on the martial arts field.

This time, there were only two figures standing at the two ends.

"Although it's boring, I still have to grind you into scum, so that I can feel better!"

As Song Wenyuan spoke, his eyes were filled with murderous intent, and even bloodshot!
"So much nonsense!"

Song Wenyuan is very strong, and Zhang Junmo cannot hold back in this battle.

He plans to use his skills.

However, before that, he wanted to see where his limits were!
Magic sword technique!
Zhang Junmo's figure seemed to become illusory, and sword energy surged around his body, as if distorting the air.

As the sword was slashed down, in people's eyes, it seemed that the trajectory of the sword was constantly changing!

"Tsk~ childish tricks!"

Song Wenyuan sneered, looking at the sword coming towards him without dodging.

The heavy sword chopped towards his head, but it suddenly disappeared before it hit him, and then slashed from his side!

call!
Suddenly, Song Wenyuan, without even looking, flew forward with a roundhouse kick and swept the black heavy sword that was coming at him.

The huge force from the sword caused Zhang Junmo's body to tilt and he actually lost his balance.

"What a power!"

Zhang Junmo was shocked.

The next moment, Song Wenyuan came in front of him and pointed his finger at his chest. Black light surged above his fingertips, filled with the breath of death!

Seeing this scene, Zhang Junmo's eyelids jumped suddenly!
In his mind, he recalled the scene that night when the judge's pen pierced his chest!
How similar it is to his finger!
That black light was filled with the breath of death.

That seems to be the will of death!

(End of this chapter)