Guarding the border: I am sanctified in the flesh

Chapter 35

Two days later.

The ninth day of May.

All the top sixteen players have been selected, and Lu Fan's opponent in the next round has been determined.

It was Song Yu who defeated Pei Jun in the last round.

Seventh-Rank Elementary Master!

According to Lu Fan's observation, Song Yu's strength can be ranked No.6 among all the contestants.

It is also considered very powerful.

Through the last battle with Lu Rui, Lu Fan can basically confirm his own strength, at least not inferior to a seventh-rank master.

As for whether he can reach the middle or high level of the seventh rank, he is not sure.

Song Yu in the next round will undoubtedly be able to better test his strength.

Keep practicing!

There is a play-off today, and all three roommates will participate.

Lu Fan didn't go to watch the battle. After breakfast, he went back to the dormitory to meditate.

Recently, whenever he has free time, he will practice exercises.

The spiritual power in the body is growing steadily.

But it's still too early to advance.

Soon it will be evening.

After dinner, Lu Fan returned to the dormitory.

The three roommates have returned.

"How about it?"

Lu Fan looked at the faces of the three and asked, "How's the result?"

"You ask him."

Pei Jun and Xu Bin turned their gazes to Yang Cheng.

"I've advanced!"

Yang Cheng smiled extremely happily, with a bit of complacency on his face.

In contrast, Pei Jun and Xu Bin's expressions were a bit ugly.

Lu Fan understood instantly, it seemed that only Yang Cheng had advanced.

In fact, this result is already considered good.

After all, there are only four places, and there are more than four people who are stronger than Yang Cheng.

Yang Cheng's promotion was somewhat due to luck.

"it does not matter."

Lu Fan encouraged: "I will win it back later."

"Yes."

Pei Jun nodded and asked, "What about you? Who will be your opponent in the next round?"

"It's Song Yu."

Lu Fan said truthfully.

"what?"

Pei Jun's face changed, "How did you meet him?"

"If you don't meet him, you have to meet someone else."

Xu Bin interjected, "How can anyone who can enter the top [-] be weak?"

"Too."

Pei Jun shook his head, recalling his previous disastrous defeat, he couldn't help but sigh, "It's just that Song Yu is really strong, Lu Fan probably has no chance to win?"

"Stop saying such frustrating words."

Yang Cheng glared at Pei Jun, "Maybe Lu Fan can win?"

"exactly."

Pei Jun quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Lu Fan, I don't want to hurt your confidence either."

"fine."

Lu Fan smiled and asked, "Then tell me, how strong is he?"

"I haven't survived three moves in his hands."

Pei Jun sighed: "This is still the case when he didn't use all his strength, otherwise, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to catch even one move from him."

"It's really strong."

Lu Fan also knows that there is a huge gap between the seventh rank and the eighth rank, let alone the ninth rank, there is no comparison at all.

"It doesn't matter if you lose."

Xu Bin comforted him in advance, "There is still a play-off, and you still have a chance to enter the top ten."

"Yes."

Yang Cheng echoed: "There is no difference between the top eight and the top ten, they are both rewarded the same."

In their hearts, they didn't think that Lu Fan could enter the top three.

With Song Yu alone, Lu Fan might not be able to pass it.

Not to mention Qin Yu's more powerful masters.

Even if Lu Fan got into the top eight by chance, he would have no chance to meet those people.

"Ah."

Naturally, Lu Fan didn't try to justify anything, took off his shoes and went to bed, and fell asleep early.

……

……

The next day, May tenth.

morning.

There was joy in the stands of the Martial Arts Field.

The soldiers were all excited, talking and laughing loudly.

Today is a game of sixteen to eight.

The strength of the players is closer, and the game will definitely be very exciting.

Lu Fan and Song Yu stood on the competition stage, looking at each other.

"Song Yu!"

"Lu Fan!"

The shouts of the crowd sounded from the stands.

After the last game, Lu Fan's popularity increased greatly and he gained countless supporters.

Even a popular player like Song Yu doesn't have as many supporters as Lu Fan does now.

His biggest advantage is his humble background.

More representative of the vast majority of soldiers.

In the top sixteen, there is no one more grassroots than him.

Apart from him, the other fifteen players all had good family backgrounds, and their backgrounds were not comparable to his.

In contrast, Lu Fan's background is undoubtedly more recognized by soldiers who also came from poor backgrounds.

"Hello."

Song Yu smiled at Lu Fan.

"Hello."

Lu Fan also responded with a smile.

They were about the same height and build.

Even the appearance is somewhat similar.

It's just that Song Yu is whiter and more handsome.

And Lu Fan practiced hard in the martial arts field every day, which made his skin slightly darker, and his whole person looked more masculine.

"Game start!"

Following the referee's announcement, Lu Fan took the initiative to attack.

He swung a straight punch straight to Song Yu's face.

Song Yu slapped out with a palm, but the attack came first, attacking his heart.

Huh?
What a great speed!

Is this the strength of a seventh-rank warrior?
Lu Fan didn't have time to think about it, so he dodged, came to Song Yu's side, and punched again.

Song Yu seemed to have been prepared for a long time, his palms flew up, and he made several moves to completely envelop Lu Fan under his palm.

"it is good!"

There were bursts of applause from the stands.

This set of palm techniques is much better than Zhanquan.

The moves are also more subtle.

With Lu Fan's agility, he could actually hide, but he didn't want to.

Then take the opportunity to try the power of a seventh-rank warrior.

"call!"

The wind sounded.

Facing Song Yu's palm wind, Lu Fan swung his fist.

The two gusts of wind swayed and collided first, making the clothes of the two of them rattle.

Huh?
Feeling the power of this punch, Song Yu's eyes showed surprise.

He watched Lu Fan's game.

Especially in the last battle, Lu Fan obviously won by chance.

However, Lu Fan's ingenuity was useless to him.

He knew his palm technique, not to mention Lu Fan, even Qin Yu couldn't compare to him in terms of palm technique alone.

Therefore, he knew before the game that he was sure to win this game.

Lu Fan's only advantage was not an advantage in front of him.

As soon as he came up, he used the most exquisite palm technique, just for a quick victory.

Song Yu didn't want to waste time on Lu Fan, he didn't regard Lu Fan as an opponent at all.

His real opponent is only Qin Yu, and his goal is the first place.

But now, something seems wrong?
"boom!"

The fists and palms intersected, making a loud noise.

Gusts of strong wind blew up the hem of their clothes.

Both Lu Fan and Song Yu didn't stand still, and took a few steps back.

A moment of silence.

Immediately afterwards, the audience erupted into the most enthusiastic cheers.

"it is good!"

There was thunderous applause.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Lu Fan and Song Yu fought hard just now.

But evenly divided.

What does this mean?
Lu Fan's strength is not weaker than that of a seventh-rank warrior?
How can it be?

You must know that Lu Fan has just started to practice, and he hasn't even made it to the top level.

With only one's own strength, can you beat a seventh-rank master?

Is it natural power?
This is the only possibility people can think of.

Other than that, they couldn't think of any other explanation.

(End of this chapter)