You promised to practice martial arts, but you have mastered the golden body and Dharma?

Chapter 54 Zhao Li actually lost!

Time seemed to freeze in silence. Zhao Li stared at Li Jiu with his eyes wide open, his eyes trembling in front of him, and his chest pounded.

The heartbeat is so fast.

Are you afraid of his talent?

Is it really possible to surpass my four or five years of hard work in less than half a year?

No, no, such a talent should not exist!

Zhao Li's eyes narrowed, and the sharp sound of wind passed by his ears. The sharp edge of the three-foot sword was raised above his head, and all his strength was poured into his arms!

Holding the sword in both hands, the bloodshot threads on the edges of the whites of his eyes spread like spider webs. The arrogant sword force pulled his finger bones and slashed towards Li Jiu!
  The sharpness of this sword is beyond the past, as if the firewood has been drawn from the bottom of the cauldron, the full potential has exploded at this moment!
  At that moment, it seemed as if what he was killing was not a human being, but a foreign race!

Li Jiu couldn't react at all. He couldn't even open his eyes and couldn't see clearly the trajectory of the sword. He seemed to be motionless and let the sword edge fall!
  The corners of Zhao Li's mouth curled up subconsciously, looking as ferocious as a demon, with a hint of madness mixed in his arrogant temperament!
  Swish!
  boom!
  The twisting on his face stopped suddenly, his pupils widened in an instant, and he saw a dark sword shadow flashing under his sword, interrupting his most powerful sword like a torrent of waves!
  The tip of the sword was deflected from the top of Li Jiu's Tianling Cap, and the sword body was cut smoothly by the obsidian sword shadow. A delicate black dividing line was connecting to the other end at an extremely fast speed!
  At that moment, a flood-like force ripped open his ten fingers, and the entire three-foot-long sword flew out, breaking into two pieces the moment it was released!
  prick!
  His pupils followed the movement of the volleying sword, his throat felt like an ice needle piercing it, a bit of cold air froze the air flowing down his trachea, and his internal organs felt like they had fallen into an ice cellar.

boom! Buzz buzz~
  The two sword pieces collided with the two-meter-high protective wall in front of the auditorium and collapsed to the ground, shaking continuously.

The slight sound was extremely harsh and blasted in everyone's ears. Everyone's face froze and they were stunned on the spot, as if their throats were stuck for a moment and they lost their speech system.

On the large square screen hanging above his head, Li Jiu closed his eyes and held a sword in his right hand. The tip of the sword was pointed at Zhao Li's Adam's apple. The front end was submerged in the skin and flesh, and if he took a step further, it would pass through the throat.

There was no expression on his face, and his arm was still dripping with blood.

But Zhao Li's hands that were supposed to hold the sword froze in mid-air, and his grinning face collapsed, and his pupils were all gone, like a dying ugly cat that was strangled by the neck.

No student could clearly see how Zhao Li's sword was knocked off, and no student could clearly see how Li Jiu's sword stabbed Zhao Li.

It seems that Zhao Li lost everything in the picture.

A crushing defeat.

There is no entangled defeat.

despair!
  On the rostrum, Zhao Qiang stood up by slamming the table. Veins popped up on his face. His narrow eyes opened into oval shapes. His trembling fists pressed against the table, causing cracks to appear.

His Adam's apple rolled, and he gritted his teeth and made a sound from between his mouth: "Lu Xing, my son lost!"

The moment he said these words, Zhao Li's heart trembled, and the last light in his eyes disappeared. Suddenly, a gust of cold wind was sucked out of his throat.

His hands dropped, and with a snap, he fell to his knees like a puppet, as if a huge boulder had crushed his spine, his chin lowered and trembling.

Cold, so cold, why do I feel cold?
  Why
  "Take him away and have a good rest!"

Anger welled up in Zhao Qiang's chest, and he spat and roared at the two martial arts teachers behind him, like a wolf who had lost his son!

The two people immediately jumped up, holding hands in cold sweat and ran towards the stage. They quickly held up the mud-like Zhao Li and ran towards the outside.

Zhao Qiang glared at Lu Xing fiercely, like a hungry wolf whose flesh had been taken away, and his fangs were about to show, but everyone present looked at him. Lu Xing stood on the martial arts platform with his hands behind his back, like a tiger looking down on a young boy.

"mean!"

After swallowing his words, Zhao Qiang clenched his fists and stepped back from the podium, his gray back disappearing at the end of the aisle.

The moment it was confirmed that he was completely gone, the long-suppressed exclamations swept across the field like a tsunami.    "Zhao Li lost! Zhao Li actually lost!"

"Even the sword was cut off!"

"Li Jiu can directly become a god in this battle!"

"What the hell, those last two swords are simply incomprehensible. Li Jiu's swordsmanship is simply superb. He is the number one genius in our Ninth Middle School!"

"Ah - I actually saw Zhao Li defeated, Li Jiu is awesome!"

Some people were so excited that they stood up and clapped their legs, some screamed like a flood, and suddenly there was an emotional upsurge like beating drums. More people stood up and shouted, as if the heavy rain that had lasted for many days suddenly broke out in the morning sun!
  In this warm atmosphere, the first-grade classmate who was exaggerated grabbed the person next to him who was clenching his fists and screaming, and shouted: "Cousin, wasn't Li Jiu the winner? Why are you so excited?"

"It was Zhao Li who Li Jiu defeated. Zhao Li's father is the vice principal who left the scene just now. Do you know how much of a beast that person is?!"

"The system of the martial arts class was created by him. Only ordinary students like us can't learn the complete body-building boxing!"

"That bastard is very protective. It's almost impossible for Zhao Li to lose. He has always regarded Zhao Li as his thorn in the side. He is the ninth high school card!"

"So do you know how relieved it is for us that Li Jiu defeats Zhao Li!"

"When you reach your third year of high school, you will be able to deeply feel the differences among students, and you will know how hateful Zhao Qiang is!"

"A few years ago, our Ninth Middle School also taught physical exercise boxing normally, but Zhao Qiang said that he wanted to differentiate students and stimulate their potential, and forcibly divided students into hierarchies. As a result, the resources were concentrated on his own son, and he did not see us. There are a few more people from Ninth Middle School who have been admitted to Wuhan University!"

"Based on this, even if I didn't have hope for Li Jiu before he came on the field, I would never want him to lose!"

My cousin sprayed saliva, stood up with his chest raised, and applauded. His hands were red from clapping, but his voice became louder and louder, and sympathizing applause came from more directions.

Unknowingly, my cousin was drowned in the thunderous applause and started to applaud too.

His eyes fell from the huge screen. The young man standing in the light with a sword on the stage seemed to have become a legend who had suddenly risen.

Training hall lighting control room.

Wang Shan raised his left hand holding the cell phone, and slowly picked up his right hand that was resting on the main switch. His back felt clammy, and his breath was stuck in his throat.

He stared at the fixed-point surveillance screen hanging on the wall with wide eyes. The students inside were jumping and cheering, and his heart was beating wildly.

"Teacher Huo Huo, I'm just doing some action. There's no need to point the sword at me."

His voice was trembling, and a straight sword was poking at the back of his head. The extreme pressure was like a rabbit in a lion's mouth.

I haven't done anything big or harmful to the world. When will a warrior turn on a light and be pointed at with a sword?
  Compared to what I did before, this is nothing.
  Huo Ming remained silent, with an angry expression on his face, and the fingers on the sword hilt made a clicking sound.

"Dingling bell~"

The sudden ringtone frightened Wang Shan's left hand and he almost lost his strength and dropped the phone.

He glanced at it, his face turned pale, and his heart was as silent as death.

Caller ID - Principal Zhao.

(End of this chapter)