Chapter 129 Bloody Tuition

There was a slight adjustment to the fierce boy's knee bump, which was noticed from the beginning of his start, but most people didn't see it!

The breathing of the three people behind them was still tight. Although they were a small group assembled improvised, no one wanted someone they knew well to be eliminated in the first round.

This is a game where 8,000 enters 4,000. If you lose, you may not even have the chance to choose a good club.

Phil's flying kick came close very quickly, and he was about to kick his opponent's abdomen. In his eyes, his flying kick could definitely hit the opponent before the flying kick.

But a strange smile appeared on the fierce young man's face, and that knee still bumped towards the direction that was bound to fail.

Mu Fan finally concluded that the man didn't intend to knee bump at all, his angle had already started to adjust, this posture...

It's all about kicking!

Then when Phil's leg was within one meter of the opponent, he was about to hit it in the next moment.

The boy's knee shrank, and his calf suddenly popped out strangely, like a dagger that was still charged, vicious and decisive!

"not good!"

Someone also saw this action, but it was too late.

Phil couldn't make a powerful change of direction in mid-air, and could only watch helplessly as the vicious boy kicked his calf fiercely with his toes, and a heart-pounding pain hit him.

The menacing Phil was directly intercepted and landed in mid-air.

With a groan, Phil put his hand on the ground to stabilize his figure at the last moment, gritted his teeth and looked at the fierce young man in front of him, his right leg twitched slightly.

The three people behind them stared at each other silently, and there was such a gap at the beginning. Phil is a boy with a physique of level 15 and is considered a little famous in the local area, but he encountered a strong enemy in the first round when he came here.

Mu Fan looked further than they did. He noticed that Phil's aura was out of order, and the vicious young man obviously still had some strength left. If the fight continues, it will be really difficult for Phil.

There are sixty fighting rings, and at this moment, the green lights of fifteen fighting rings have gone out, which means that fifteen groups of opponents have already decided the outcome.

The medical staff came to the stage one after another, and the group closest to Mu Fan's place had someone's arm limply hanging down. This was the arm that was interrupted at the beginning of the show, and someone farther away was carried off the field with blood on his face.

When the real competition comes, these candidates no longer hide their strength for the final victory. Casualties under full force are inevitable, but there are still some people who can't bear it.

The major on the high platform saw this scene with a blank expression on his face. I am afraid that none of these candidates knows the death quota given by the special recruitment of the reserve army. How could it be possible for the elites of the army to be people who have never seen blood.

The rules of the game on the electronic nameplate have been refreshed before. In this competition, it is allowed to admit defeat, and casualties within the normal range are allowed.

Casualties within the normal range?

This truth can only be said by the Federation Army, and all the soldiers in the arena looked the same, as if they had been used to these tragic scenes for a long time.

Here Phil took a deep breath, turned his arms out, stretched and straightened, and a close combat posture was already set.

"Is Phil going to use his unique move?" There was a naive voice behind him, and Mu Fan recognized that it was Pajie talking.

Phil tapped on his toes, pecked, jumped, and pecked the ground again.

The action starts to accelerate.

"Whirlwind Kick with Knife Back!" An unfamiliar voice came into Mu Fan's ears.

Obviously someone recognized this fighting skill.

Phil suddenly dodges, approaching from the right side, the whole person flies into the air again, one leg pops out like lightning, and then suddenly a slanted back hack.

The vicious boy noticed the moment Phil moved, and then adjusted his pace calmly and slightly.

When Phil attacked with his kick, the vicious young man shook his head slightly, and just missed the attack with such a calm demeanor.

But it's not over yet!

The blow didn't work, Phil's feet were shot out in a row, like a switchblade burst out for a while, and a whirlwind continued under his legs.

There was an impatient look in the eyes of the vicious young man, and he suddenly reached out his hand.

Snapped! Phil's left leg fell into the palm of his opponent, and he tried to pull it out again but found that it hadn't moved.

When he looked up, he saw a cruel smile on the other side, with the other hand raised high.

Cut it down!

what! !

Suddenly Phil's howling of pain resounded through the fighting arena, and his left leg was bent down in an abnormal posture at this moment.

The left leg was cut off by a hand knife! At this moment, I am afraid that it has been completely broken.

The vicious young man let go of his hand indifferently, and then saw Phil lying on the ground screaming in pain, his face suddenly flushed with a sickness, kicked Phil hard, and kicked Phil flying seven or eight meters, but he still didn't fall fighting ring.

He walked over and kicked out again.

In just a few seconds, Phil was kicked back and forth by his opponent like a rag sack, his voice gradually weakened.

Mu Fan saw that Phil wanted to raise his hand a few times, but was destroyed by his opponent as soon as he made a move, obviously not giving Phil a chance to admit defeat.

He looked at the referee in that field, his face was unmoved, and he didn't have the slightest intention to stop it.

This fight turned out to be so cruel! ?

Seeing this scene, Mu Fan suddenly felt that the severity of this fighting competition was even worse than he had imagined!

"Phil!"

"Phil!"

Phil's name was called out at the same time behind him. Obviously, the three of Paje couldn't bear to watch anymore, but the soldier in front of him holding a cold assault rifle was staring at their every move coldly.

The vicious boy kicked Phil away again, and Phil, who fell heavily on the ground, was already unconscious, his face was bloody, and his palms were still struggling to raise.

He just wants to admit defeat now and live on.

Many people have already noticed the scene of this fighting arena, some of them showed unbearable faces, but more people's eyes showed bloodthirsty excitement.

This is the real fighting and killing, this is not the kind of soft competition, you must be ready to die when you come!

The hand that has been raised is gradually about to be photographed, and when it lands, it is an expression of admitting defeat.

But this time!

One foot kicked hard.

Phil was violently kicked out this time without even making a sound.

A parabola, the whole person fell heavily outside the fighting ring, completely silent.

At this time, the referee saw this scene, ran over and looked down at Phil, then motioned for the medical staff to come over, and at the same time turned off the green light of the fighting ring, and the opponent's test number appeared on the upper screen.

"No. 208 wins!"

The vicious young man showed a bloodthirsty smile at the people in the distance below the stage, and then jumped off the fighting ring with a light leap.

At this moment, Mu Fan felt that he was not on the playing field of this civilized planet, as if he had returned to the cruel nature of life and death in the wasteland.

Winner, live.

Paje, Eli, and Chester looked at Phil, who was covered in blood in the exit passage, and couldn't see a good play at the moment. For a moment, tears flickered in the eyes of the three.

Now they know how cruel this exam is, but the tuition fee is too heavy.

Creaking, Mu Fan remained expressionless, clenched his fists and let go, then sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and raised his head.

Without looking at Ferdo over there, he secretly felt that he would also play this kind of role.

So, now he is not preparing.

Instead, he was controlling his killing intent!

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