Chapter 139 Military Academy Never Surrenders

After the quarterfinals, everyone already knew who would be the champion of this session.

The only suspense now is whether the military academy can take the top three places.

After all, the military academy has already occupied three of the top four seats.

No one thinks that Jiaming from Qingtian College can advance to the finals.

The odds of 7 to 1 in the casino can also show how pessimistic the outside world is.

Even Qingtian College itself has prepared a banner in advance that reads "Congratulations to our student Jiaming for winning the top four."

However, Jiaming himself seemed to be indifferent to all this.

He did not make good use of the last preparation time, but quietly left the hotel where he lived.

...

Sun City.

Under a humble house.

More than a dozen people in strange robes all knelt devoutly, listening attentively to something.

Dong-dong-dong

The door of the secret room was suddenly knocked, scaring a group of believers. Everyone stared at the door of the secret room nervously, as if they were ready to fight at any time.

"Creaky"

The door was pushed open by the visitor and closed again.

Jiaming was not wearing a divine robe, but a casual outfit.

He passed the vigilant crowd, as if the daggers in their hands were all carrot knives played by children.

"Everyone, leave. Wait for my notice for the next gathering time."

At the top of the crowd, a strange man wrapped tightly all over his body was sitting on a high-backed chair and said coldly.

All the believers put away their daggers and retreated respectfully. No one dared to ask a single question.

After the crowd had all left.

Jiaming slowly came to the weirdo and said respectfully, "My Lord..."

"Zhou Ce has confirmed that he can get a place. You must win tomorrow's semi-finals no matter what."

"My Lord has been planning for this plan for a long time. There can be no accidents. Do you understand?"

The weirdo's voice was extremely cold, like a poisonous snake hiding in the shadows.

"I understand."

Jiaming's voice was very calm, and he didn't think it was a difficult thing.

"In addition, there is one more thing."

"After entering the sky, you don't need to care about other people, you must kill the one called Guanshan."

"If this boy is not eliminated, he will become a big trouble in the future."

A touch of scarlet light flashed coldly in the eyes of the weirdo.

"Okay."

Jiaming didn't hesitate at all. He didn't think about whether he could survive if he killed Guanshan.

The fate of half-demon is like this.

......

The next day.

The semi-finals.

"Military school, Qiao Jiang."

On the ring, Qiao Jiang couldn't hide his joy.

His luck was too good, he didn't draw Guanshan.

Although he still had to be beaten in the finals, it was better than Wang Sheng who could only compete for the third or fourth place.

You know, in addition to the rewards of the college competition, their military school also has additional military merit rewards.

One more person, at least you can get more.

Thinking about the happy life after the competition, Qiao Jiang couldn't help but smile.

"Qingtian College, Jiaming." After the opening remarks, the battle that was generally believed to be one-sided before the game began.

What no one expected was that.

Only five minutes later.

Qiao Jiang collapsed to the ground with a pale face. Even if he used all his strength, he couldn't support his body to stand up.

Damn...

He is obviously just a reinforcement system, why is he so strong...

That punch just now has brought back the revolving lantern of my life!

I seem to see that I am too milky! !

Qiao Jiang stared at Jiaming on the opposite side of the ring in amazement. For a moment, he even thought that Jiaming would also know Guanshan's revengeful anger.

Otherwise, why did the opponent's fists become heavier and heavier during the fight.

He fell down during the fight?

"Puh~"

Qiao Jiang spat out the blood in his mouth, wiped the corners of his mouth, and climbed up from the ground with his knees.

The severe pain in his abdomen made him unable to straighten his back, and his whole body was shaky.

"You have already lost, lie down and wait for the countdown to end." Jiaming's school uniform was already tattered, but his breath was not affected at all.

If there were not too many eyes on the field, Qiao Jiang would not even last a round under his hands, and his head would be separated.

"Hehe... When have you ever seen... people from the military academy surrender?" Qiao Jiang summoned his supernatural power again and plunged into the ground of the ring.

In a breath, two arms suddenly broke out of the ground and grabbed Jiaming's ankles.

A powerful gravity came.

Drag Jiaming's body into the ground.

Almost at the same time as he sank into the ground, Qiao Jiang's figure suddenly rushed out from behind him, like a tiger coming down the mountain, rushing towards him.

Jiaming twisted his waist violently, forcibly adjusted the direction of his body, and forcibly broke the suppression of the ground with terrifying power, kicked up, and rushed straight to Qiao Jiang's face.

Qiao Jiang had never expected that the opponent could forcefully break free from his restraints.

He was kicked hard by the opponent.

Bang——

Qiao Jiang's body was like a kite with a broken string, swaying and falling to the ground.

Jiaming pressed his hands on the ground, exerted a little force, and pulled his body out of the soil and returned to the ring.

He didn't hold back on the kick just now. An ordinary person would be kicked in the head.

This should be over now...

Jiaming looked at the ring next door. The fight between Guan Shan and Wang Sheng was almost over.

Both of them were familiar with each other, not to mention that it was a level 3 vs. level 4. Guan Shan didn't let him go because of the friendship between classmates.

If someone who didn't know the reason saw it, they would definitely think that the two were mortal enemies. Why did they fight with each other without considering defense at all?

The unique fighting style of the military academy made the audience excited.

Even if Wang Sheng was defeated in the end, he still won the applause of the whole hall.

"Next, is it you?" Jiaming looked at Guan Shan and whispered in a low voice.

"Hey... we haven't finished the fight yet, what the hell are you looking at?"

Jiaming frowned slightly, turned around, and saw Qiao Jiang, who was covered in blood, standing up again.

Qiao Jiang wiped the blood from his nose with the back of his hand, but he couldn't stop it.

He simply ignored it.

His limbs were no longer sensitive, and even standing still was a little trembling.

Guan Shan, who was in the next ring, also noticed his companion's abnormality.

He quickly rushed to the side of Qiao Jiang's ring and stared at his companion with a serious face.

"Qiao Jiang! Stop fighting, come down quickly, I'll call the treatment team for you!" Guan Shan waved his hands at the medical team outside the field, urging them to come quickly.

Qiao Jiang's ears were only filled with constant buzzing sounds, and he couldn't hear his companion's shouts at all.

He raised his hands tremblingly and mobilized the remaining superpowers in his body, but because of the large movement, he tore the wound.

Qiao Jiang groaned, clenched his teeth, and rushed forward.

He disappeared on the field again, but his body was very weak, and he was no longer as concealed and swift as before when moving, and Jiaming easily captured the underground breath.

"Looking for death..."

Jiaming jumped up lightly, his body gradually tensed in the air, one knee slowly bent, and slammed down towards Qiao Jiang's path.

Qiao Jiang's body was blown into the air along with the gravel and dust.

Jiaming grabbed his neck and said coldly, "I'll give you one last chance, surrender quickly."

Jiaming's points in the first round were too few, he had to enter the top three in the individual competition to get a place to enter the sky.

No matter what, he had to win this game.

Qiao Jiang's eyes were already a little cloudy, bloodshot, blocked by swollen eyelids, and he couldn't see the scenery in front of him clearly.

He couldn't hear the outside world, so he could only speak instinctively, "Military Academy... will never... surrender..."