Chapter 179 Calling

"Save people, save people!" the referee roared.

The roar was extremely powerless amidst the cheers of the crowd, but the medical personnel still appeared beside Deng Peng very quickly, and slowly took him out from the wall.

It's just that I didn't pay attention for a while, and such a big thing happened.

The middle-aged referee, who is nearly forty, feels very tired.

Too fast, Lin Huai's attack speed was really too fast.

The referee was also secretly shocked.

Not to mention that Deng Peng didn't notice when Lin Huai appeared beside him, even he, who was watching the battle, saw a blurry phantom.

Even if he was concentrating and concentrating the whole time, he felt that he couldn't stop Lin Huai's movements.

Is this kind of speed really something a high school student can possess?

Deng Peng, whose appearance was stained with blood, was put on a stretcher by the medical staff, and a doctor who examined him breathed out lightly, with joy in his eyes.

He made a gesture of nothing to the referee.

The referee also breathed a sigh of relief. Although the high school league has certain death indicators, even if it is really dead, it is acceptable, but it is definitely better not to die.

Deng Peng's injury was not as serious as imagined, and there was no serious internal injury in his body, only the skin trauma on the body surface looked scary.

If there is no injustice or enmity, of course Lin Huai will not have too strong a murderous intention.

He really wanted to kill Deng Peng. If he slapped him down, it should be Deng Peng's head that flew out, not his body.

Deng Peng regained consciousness from the confusion, pointed at Lin Huai with his right hand, with horror and strong unwillingness, his fingers were trembling:

"You...you...you are not a sixth-level trainee martial artist!"

That kind of speed, that kind of strength, absolutely cannot be possessed by a sixth-level trainee martial artist.

In front of him, he didn't even have a chance to backhand.

"Who told you that I am a sixth-level trainee martial artist." Lin Huai shrugged.

"Sure enough, sure enough..."

Deng Peng didn't shout any more, but kept whispering.

A captain of a seventh-level apprentice martial artist, and a team member far above the seventh-level apprentice martial artist, the lineup of Taishan City No. 1 High School is too luxurious.

Rather than saying that Baima High School is weak, it is better to say that our luck is really bad.

At the beginning, I was full of confidence and had the idea of ​​becoming a dark horse. I didn't expect to meet such a strong team in the first game.

Deng Peng let out a deep roar on the stretcher:

"I'm not reconciled!!"

No matter how unwilling Deng Peng and the people from Baima High School are, the result will not change.

"Taishan No. 1 High School vs. Baima High School, Taishan No. 1 High School won!"

The referee with a dark face announced loudly.

On the other side of the ring, a handsome boy in the center of the team, with a good appearance, frowned after watching the whole process.

The principal of Handing High School standing next to him also felt a bit big-headed, and turned to him and told him: "Xiao Xu, you must be careful about this Lin Huai, he is definitely a formal warrior, and in the realm of a formal warrior, It's also very strong."

The handsome boy, that is, Xu Zurong nodded: "I know, he is really powerful. I didn't expect that among the teams in this league, the strongest is the most hidden Taishan City No. 1 High."

"Speed ​​and strength are both at the level of a formal warrior, and most importantly, the mental awe of the captain of Baima High School is of no use to him, either he has also mastered a great martial art, or, in terms of mental strength, It has profound attainments."

"No matter what the situation is, his strength cannot be underestimated."

The principal of Handing High School nodded. Xu Zurong knew the situation as well. He patted Xu Zurong on the shoulder and comforted him:

"Although the resources allocated by the league are good, our school doesn't have to. Don't put too much pressure on yourself like those people in Baima High School."

Xu Zurong grinned: "Okay."

Indeed, it's best to win, and it's not a big deal if you can't win. Not everyone is as desperate as the guys from White Horse High School.

The other schools with official warriors also had serious expressions.

Having one more official martial artist that strong means that they have another formidable enemy, and the pressure is naturally much heavier.

The game continues.

The matter of Baima High School can only be regarded as a small stone. After a little ripple in everyone's heart, it immediately disappeared without a trace.

Except for the people of Qingshui City who watched the live broadcast and an unremarkable middle-aged man in white clothes in the audience, no one continued to talk about this matter in their hearts.

More than fifty teams continued to compete.

The arena was back to the former atmosphere of punching and kicking, full of enthusiasm.

As the game continued, the audience also discovered the difference between this league and the previous ones.

In the past, no matter whether it was a weak team or a strong team, they were all at the level of apprentice warriors. Even if it was a strong team, if they were not careful, they might be eliminated by an unknown weak team. The game was full of surprises.

But this time, with the appearance of six official fighters including Lin Huai, the rhythm of the whole game changed.

Although there is only one realm difference between a trainee warrior and a formal warrior, a formal warrior who has mastered the vitality can easily defeat a trainee warrior's opponent without any effort.

Although several official warriors looked very weak, and some of them hadn't even cultivated much vitality, they were still able to defeat the strong trainee warriors with the blessing of these sporadic vitality.

This phenomenon made the teams without official warriors completely lose their confidence in competing for the championship.

Now they only hope that if they are lucky, they can meet these teams with official warriors later.

Looking at these official warriors who were weak in body and weak in vitality, the middle-aged man on the audience stage became increasingly pale. After seeing an official warrior who was almost exhausted by three trainee warriors, his face was full of blood. , raised the color of anger.

He couldn't stand it anymore, waved his sleeves angrily, stood up, with a gloomy face, and strode towards the backstage of the league.

As soon as the middle-aged man walked into a room in the backstage, several staff members in red clothes appeared in the backstage.

These staff members quickly came to the rest area of ​​each school, whispered a few words beside the principals, and all the principals changed their faces, explained a few words in a hurry, and immediately walked to the backstage.

Yuan Hongchun was also notified here. Hearing what the staff said, Yuan Hongchun's face showed an inexplicable expression, and he murmured secretly: "Why is he here?"

He explained a few words to the other teachers, handed over the command to Lin Huai, and left quickly.

"Huh? What happened?"

"Why is there a person walking backstage in every school team? Did something happen?"

"That is the principal of Jinxiu High School, and that is the principal of Handing High School... Except for these few I know, the others should also be principals."

"With so many principals leaving at the same time, is there any big news to be announced?"

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