Goddess, she's gone

Chapter 747 752 Mubai
"It's really cheap for him just to be disqualified from the competition!"

As he spoke, Meng Fuling showed admiration on his face.

"When will I be able to counterattack and become a great god like Aya-senpai?"

Yin Mang walked casually in the crowd.

The crowd was clearly crowded, but she seemed to be strolling in the courtyard. Before Yin Mang arrived, the people around her seemed to be pushed aside by an invisible force.

There was enough space for Yin Mang.

The girl turned her eyes lightly, and those dark eyes fell on Meng Fuling.

Eye pupils raised slightly, and asked with great interest: "Counterattack?"

Upon hearing Yin Mang's question, Meng Fuling's eyes widened excitedly.

He originally wanted to ask, Yin Mang, why don't you even know Senior Ling? !
As soon as the words came to his lips, Meng Fuling swallowed them back.

He danced and pointed to an empty fighting ring not far away.

"Just now, Ling-senpai kicked that 22-year-old bastard down on this fighting ring!"

"It's just a blast!"

"When Aya-senpai first entered No. 72 Middle School, she was just like us, a student in a miscellaneous class."

"At that time, she was training martial arts desperately, and she was mocked and bullied by the students in the ordinary class."

"...Aya-senpai has been training for two years, and in the year we entered school, she issued an invitation letter to the whole school to fight."

"Not only did he win the entire fighting match, he even challenged Senior Mu Bai from Mingcai Hall."

Mingcaitang, Yin Mang is probably clear about it.

It is a special class in No. 72 that sends outstanding talents to various institutions.

Those who can enter are all the top students in 72.

"I was at the scene of that fighting match. Although Aya-senpai lost, her fighting skills are definitely not amazing!"

"I see!"

Yin Mang raised his eyebrows casually.

There was some interest in my heart.

She is very clear.

The martial art learned in the schools of this world is internal strength.

martial arts.

It means hard work and top skills.

She could hear that in Meng Fuling's words, Lingcai's two-year training, which was understated by others, might be hard and difficult that others could not imagine.

In this world, it is very difficult to cross the talent gap and the boundaries caused by exercises with diligence and hard work.

When Yin Mang walked forward, he clearly felt that the number of people around him suddenly increased.

She turned her eyes casually and found that she was passing a large fighting ring.

Unlike other fighting arenas, this big fighting arena was divided into nine small arenas.

There are only two people fighting on this fighting arena.

Yin Mang's eyes paused slightly, he stopped, and a pair of clear eyes fell on a person in the southeast corner of the fighting arena.

The man's appearance is handsome and outstanding.

His complexion is cold.

His back is slightly bent, and his muscles are tense, like a leopard ready to go, ready to release his strength to catch his prey at any time.

Sweat slid down his cheeks, and the man's face between a youth and a teenager was cold and serious.

His fist hanging on the right side was clenched.

A pair of black eyes are as sharp as a knife.

Keep a close eye on the enemy in front of you.

It seemed that all the shouts and applause around him couldn't reach his ears.

He only focused on the opponent in front of him.

Yin Mang stopped walking, she turned her black eyes lightly, and stood among the crowd.

"Wow, the competition of Great God Mubai has started!"

(End of this chapter)