Chapter 77 Turning the Dragon Back to the Mountain
Le Mulan returned to the rest area of Ziyun High School and saw Lian Tianji kneeling on the ground.
She walked up to the other party and directly used Lian Tianji as a small stool and sat on the other party's back.
This was her punishment for the failure of the Heavenly Extreme, and for the next three days, as long as the other party appeared in front of her, she would have to be her bench.
Lian Tianji asked: "It's over so soon?"
He had looked back at the battle between Bai Zhenzhen and Xiong Wenwu, although Bai Zhenzhen had poor data, but his actual combat ability was extremely strong, and he could always see through the opponent's weaknesses.
Le Mulan frowned, kicked Lian Tianji's body with his right foot up, and said lightly: "Don't talk on the stool."
Lian Tianji immediately closed his mouth.
However, Le Mulan still added a sentence and said: "She has no money for treatment, although even if she has money for treatment, it will be a waste of time."
The Heavenly Refinement Extreme was instantly clear, but the world was like this, money was also part of strength, and insufficient money was also a manifestation of weakness.
Bai Zhenzhen is really poor, and ......
Lian Tian Ji said: "It is natural for the poor to lose to the rich."
At this moment, Zhang Yu and Song Hailong came to power one after another.
Lian Tian Ji slowly moved his head and aimed his gaze in the direction of the ring.
After a person is defeated, there are often two ways to deal with it.
Or say that you are careless.
or blow the other party too strong.
The former looks uglier, while the latter has more face.
Therefore, Lian Tianji also wanted to choose the latter.
"If Zhang Yu wins Song Hailong, my advertising cooperation may come back......"
After all, in this way, it changed from 'being defeated by Songyang students' to 'losing to the finalists'.
"Come on! Zhang Yu!"
Also cheering for Zhang Yu in his heart was Chu Qiuhe in the rest area of Bailong High School, and he even couldn't help but secretly curse Song Hailong.
Although he was well aware of Song Hailong's horror as a white dragon, he couldn't help but feel a hint of delusion in his heart: "Maybe? Maybe you accidentally lost? Song Hailong...... Only if you lose, everyone will have face."
As Song Hailong opened his arms and raised his hands high in the ring, the tsunami-like cheers immediately came from the audience.
"Song Hailong! First!"
"Song Hailong! First!"
Zhao Tianxing listened to the neat and uniform shouts of those white dragon men, and only felt that Zhang Yu in the ring seemed so isolated and helpless at the moment.
He couldn't help but think: "Should we also add oil to Zhang Yu?"
But when he said this idea, he saw He Dayou on the side quickly turned his head and pretended not to hear.
Qian Shen also said embarrassedly: "Forget it, after all, this is the territory of the white dragon."
Looking at the imposing shouts of the white dragon people over there, Zhao Tianxing's original idea of cheering for Zhang Yu gradually faded.
And thinking that he felt extremely nervous looking at it from a distance, he couldn't imagine what kind of pressure Zhang Yu would feel when he was really standing on the stage.
……
In the ring.
With Song Hailong's right hand clenching his fist, the cheers in the audience immediately dissipated, and the entire scene became quiet again.
Song Hailong looked at Zhang Yu and laughed: "I really didn't expect a kid from Songyang to be able to defeat many opponents all the way and reach the top four."
"As a reward for you, let me help you reduce the difficulty of this battle."
As he spoke, he saw Song Hailong put his hand on his hedgehog head, and the next moment he saw a set of numbers appear on his forehead.
1000?
When Zhang Yu was puzzled, Song Hailong directly answered the question in his heart: "This is the function that comes with my external spiritual root, which can display the upper limit of my medical insurance expenses."
"My current medical insurance ceiling is 1,000, and if you can use up all the 1,000 treatment budgets, I will admit defeat."
Good guy, you specially showed yourself a health bar, right, Zhang Yu stared at the number and began to think about the impact on the next battle.
However, I thought that the other party's insurance was enough to cure 1,000 yuan, while my side was only enough to cure 10 yuan...... Oh no, now there are only 7 injuries left, and Zhang Yu can't help but feel helpless.
But the next moment, he had already used the Tianwu Refinement Mind Technique, suppressed all kinds of negative emotions, raised his fighting spirit, and devoted himself to the battle in front of him.
In the audience, because Song Hailong's physique is too strong, his voice always shakes the audience, which makes many audiences hear and see, and at this moment it causes a burst of exclamation and praise.
"As expected of the first grade of the White Dragon, the insurance has a full 1,000 quota!"
"He is so rich, no wonder his grades are so good!"
"Nonsense, how can a poor person be as good as Song Hailong?" "Song Hailong's monthly exam score is the highest, and he is so rich, I think the championship of the martial arts competition should be given to him directly!"
In the ring, Song Hailong waved to Zhang Yu: "You take the lead, if I do it, you may not have a chance."
Looking at Song Hailong's defenseless appearance, Zhang Yu tentatively picked up a palm and slapped the other party's chest with a formless cloud gang.
With a crackling sound, a palm that was enough to crack the stone was printed on Song Hailong's body, but Zhang Yu felt like he was hitting a large piece of rubber tire.
Not only did the other party's figure not retreat at all, but even the 1,000 on his forehead was only reduced by 300.
Zhang Yu remembered the elephant muscle body that Lei Jun had introduced to him: "This Song Hailong was implanted with elephant demon muscles, and his mana can be directly used to bless the strength of his body through the elephant demon muscles, so that his strength and ability to resist blows cannot be estimated by common sense."
"In addition, his physical strength is far above mine, and he also has the protective effect of the external spiritual root 'Body Spiritual Root'......"
Obviously, because of Song Hailong's strong physique, he was not injured by Zhang Yu's palm.
At the same time, Song Hailong shook his head and said: "This palm can only cost me 300, the power is too weak."
"Give me some strength, brother, if you do this, even if I stand and let you beat, you have to beat all these 1,000...... When do you have to fight?"
A few more palms hit Song Hailong's vital parts, but it was still the feeling of hitting the rubber tires, although Song Hailong's body trembled slightly, but the numbers on his forehead added up...... It's just a decrease of more than 2,000.
！。
What was even more surprising...... It was at the next moment that the number on Song Hailong's forehead showed signs of recovery.
What should have been subtracted from more than 2,300 gradually became a subtraction of more than 2,000.
seemed to notice the change in Zhang Yu's gaze, Song Hailong laughed, pointed to the number on his forehead and said, "Has it risen back again?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the combat spirit root I used this time is not an ordinary essence spirit root, but a deluxe version of the essence spirit root."
"In addition to enhancing my physical strength and ability to resist blows, this spiritual root can also continuously absorb the spiritual energy in the air, allowing my injuries to gradually heal on their own."
Looking at Zhang Yu's increasingly solemn expression, Song Hailong laughed and said: "Aren't you still going to do it? If you don't hurry up, it will rise back to 1,000 again."
Listening to Song Hailong's words loudly, both the many spectators in the audience and the players from various schools around the arena felt that they had seen countless money pressing in front of the two of them.
It made everyone feel that the 10 million was like a city wall that could never be broken through, standing in front of Zhang Yu, leaving him with no chance of winning.
"If you don't come, then I'll come."
Song Hailong, who was two and a half meters tall, grabbed Zhang Yu like a dragon claw.
The mana directly blessed his strength and physique through the elephant demon muscles, so that he didn't even need too many moves, and this brute force alone was enough to sweep the high one.
Feeling the overwhelming claws, Zhang Yu did not panic at all.
"The data is too different, and it is difficult to defeat him on my own."
"The only way is to borrow his power to defeat him, and defensive counterattack is my strategy."
Just when Zhang Yu was thinking so, he raised his arms and raised his arms to face Song Hailong, but found that the opponent's claw posture had changed, and he had already used a set of grappling techniques.
"Capture?"
"More than ......."
In a fully concentrated state, Zhang Yu watched the changes in the opponent's grasp inch by inch, and hurriedly dodged while blocking with a phaseless cloud gang.
He soon discovered that Song Hailong was performing a set of grappling martial arts.
It is the expert-level martial arts practiced by Song Hailong, and the level 1 of the dragon is activated!
This is an expert martial art that uses pure physical violence to promote grappling and wrestling.
For Song Hailong, who was implanted with elephant demon muscles, all his mana was used to bless his body, and this martial art, which was purely driven by physical violence, was extremely suitable for him.
Although Song Hailong's martial arts are not strong because he focuses more energy on other directions, this set of exercises, even if it is not difficult, is only level 1.
But with that extremely strong physique, coupled with this level 1 grappling and wrestling martial arts, it was enough for Song Hailong to crush the strong people of the same level.
At this moment, Zhang Yu felt this pressure, in a state of full concentration, he could feel that the other party's hands were like a big net, trying to envelop him all little by little, and then throw him to the ground, completely subduing him.
"Want to wrestle with me? Playing ground skills?"
Zhang Yu, who did not have any related skills, was naturally unwilling to fall to the ground and fight with the opponent, and then fight for physical strength and ground skills.
He was like a small swimming fish, under Song Hailong's overwhelming snare, he struggled to escape again and again.
But finally......
"I caught you."
Song Hailong squeezed Zhang Yu's arm suddenly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
But at this moment when he and Zhang Yu exerted their strength at the same time, they saw Zhang Yu roar.
The phaseless cloud gang, which was originally only covering the palms of the hands, suddenly swelled and spread to the elbows, and then slashed out of Song Hailong's palms like loaches.
Under the ring, Lian Tianji's body was shocked, and he said in surprise: "In a desperate situation, his Wuji cloud hand has broken through again? Level 5? This Zhang Yu is really a martial arts wizard."
(End of this chapter)