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Chapter 70 The same instinct as breathing
"Zhao Lingyu is still insisting. The "Swallow Returns to the Nest" is not over yet. She is going to use the fourth move!"

"Bai Yu has also used martial arts to improve his condition, and is ready to fight to the end!"

"It seems that the next move between the two will determine the outcome. If Zhao Lingyu cannot hit Bai Yu hard, Bai Yu, who is physically stronger, will definitely win."

In the audience, first-year Class D students excitedly discussed the situation.
Qi Yu, who was in it, was worried, crossing his hands and praying secretly in his heart that Bai Yu would not be hurt again.

At this time, Han Yingying, who had been eating snacks next to her, also stopped talking.

However, she was not just because of Bai Yu's injury,

And Bai Yu's feeling after being injured was a little different from usual, just like the difference between the warm sun in winter and the scorching sun in summer.

"Are you happier staying with Zhao Lingyu?"

She was still thinking about the reason when a third-year senior who was chatting with their class teacher just now came to her side.

"Classmate Han Yingying, right? This is a questionnaire about the food taste and window service in the school restaurant.
Your teacher said that you best represent the opinions of Class D students. Can you help fill it out? "

The beautiful girl wearing long black gloves smiled and handed a brochure to Han Yingying.

Han Yingying took it, nodded, and said seriously: "Yes, senior sister."

"Sorry to bother you, just wait until everything is filled out and handed over to your squad leader."

After the girl finished speaking, she wanted to chat for a few more words, but she had to give up because of the situation on the stage. This time it was not the right time.

"Goodbye, classmate Han Yingying, you are very cute. Next time I have a chance, I will treat you to dinner." She waved her hand.

"Okay, goodbye, senior sister." Han Yingying said politely.

Qi Yu looked at the girl's tall back and confident pace, and whispered with envy: "What a beautiful and elegant senior."

She thought of Lu Wanyun from Class A for the same type, but this senior was more perfect and natural in every aspect.

"Well, it's my first time seeing you too."

Han Yingying sniffed the remaining fragrance to remember, and then turned her eyes to the ring:
After a brief silence of more than ten seconds, Bai Yu and Zhao Lingyu's momentum and strength had reached their peak.
The entire venue quickly fell silent, and everyone was waiting for the final collision between the two sides.

At the edge of the ring, Bai Yu stared at Zhao Lingyu who was ready to "fly", clenching his fists, trying hard to suppress the rising corners of his mouth,
Zhao Lingyu can kick him four times, but he only needs one punch, and one punch is enough to kill him.

On the other side, Zhao Lingyu saw Bai Yu who was about to "pounce", and her dantian was filled with anger.
She was very confident in her martial arts skills. Bai Yu would never be able to throw a punch. Her blow would not give Bai Yu any chance.

Blood lion and flying swallow, flesh and martial arts, in the next blink of an eye, the two figures intersect across a distance of dozens of steps,
A sonic boom of "pop" sounded behind them, and both of them reached the speed of sound.

Zhao Lingyu's fourth move was still strange and rapid. There was no sound, the movements could not be seen clearly, and there was no way to avoid it.
Bai Yu's bloodshot pupils shrank violently, barely catching a few strands of Zhao Lingyu's hair, and punched suddenly,

Now he has adapted to Zhao Lingyu's attacks, and has also changed his previous thinking of protecting the opponent.

He didn't plan to defend anymore, even if Zhao Lingyu's "Swallow Returning to the Nest" would fall on him first.

Facing Bai Yu's fist, Zhao Lingyu's eyes changed. Bai Yu broke through the limit and found her.

But she didn't switch from offense to defense. She wanted to follow Bai Yu's sudden change of intention and exchange injuries for injuries!

Intense pressure surged towards Bai Yu's shoulder. Bai Yu anticipated the consequences of a fracture, and his slow fist rushed towards Zhao Lingyu. He didn't know where this punch would hit, but there was only one result. "Your persistence will kill you!"

"I'm already dead!"

The two of them punched and kicked each other and moved forward indomitably!

At the moment when contact was about to come into contact, Yu Xiaowei, who had been counting the seconds in her heart, appeared and caught Zhao Lingyu's attack with her "cloud hand".

Although the minute was not over yet, she could not just watch the two of them fight to the death.

The wind passed by the leg, and Bai Yu was unharmed, but before Bai Yu's fist stopped, Yu Xiaowei stretched out her left hand to grab it again.
As soon as she came into contact with Yu Xiaowei, she felt something was wrong. The powerful power contained in her fist was completely beyond her imagination, and her left hand was not her dominant hand either.
Before she could react, her fist broke through her interception, and her small palm did not hold Bai Yu's wrist at all.

"Oops!" Yu Xiaowei was horrified.

The fist that originally rushed towards Zhao Lingyu's chest was influenced by her and slid towards Zhao Lingyu's face.

The wind of the fist roared, and Zhao Lingyu on the opposite side could already smell the breath of death. Zhao Lingyu did not close her eyes and faced it calmly.

During this period, Bai Yu also suddenly realized that something was wrong. He wanted to stop, but this punch was completely beyond his own control.

"Pop!" There was a small sound, and the blue hair ring shrank and flew high.
The proud ponytail on the back of Zhao Lingyu's head broke free, and her silky hair spread like a waterfall, but her body was not affected at all.

Three centimeters in front of her, Bai Yu's fist stopped steadily, and behind the fist was another delicate hand with tight veins.

Qin Ying, who flashed onto the stage, grabbed Bai Yu's wrist and glanced at Bai Yu with a frown. She could understand why Yu Xiaowei missed it.

"That's it." She said coldly and let go, "You two come to my office together when you are free next week."

She was both satisfied and dissatisfied with their performance.

Seeing this, Yu Xiaowei, who was still frightened, breathed a sigh of relief. Her carelessness almost made a big mistake. Fortunately, Qin Ying was still watching.

She glanced at the stability of the force field and announced the results of the competition:
"The winner is Bai Yu, Class A, first grade."

There was a burst of cheers and applause in the venue. Although most people were still confused, the fact that two teachers could stop them was enough to prove the intensity of Zhao Lingyu and Bai Yu's final blow.

Qian Tao shouted loudly from the front row, "I declare this is the strongest school team showdown in history!"

However, as the winner, Bai Yu's face was not moved at all, but rather depressed. He looked at the blue fingerprints on his wrist, sighed, and turned around to pick up the blue hair tie that fell from the ground.

Talent is an instinctive existence like breathing. As long as he relaxes his vigilance a little, he will be controlled by instinct.

Just now, he was unconsciously affected by the fighting instinct of [Smiling Killer]. Even though he was not completely "smiling", he was just happy inside.

In this case, he is stronger and can exert the ultimate ability of this body, but he has also become more aggressive, like a killing machine, which he himself has difficulty controlling.

This is a good thing if he is facing a life-and-death enemy, but a disaster for his friends.

"Are you okay?" He handed the hair tie to Zhao Lingyu, who was covering her abdomen.

Zhao Lingyu shook her head and wanted to reach out to pick it up, but as soon as she moved, she coughed violently.
She covered her mouth, blood dripping down her palms to the ground.

(End of this chapter)