"Awesome." When Chen Yu returned to his seat, Ma Tao gave Chen Yu a thumbs up Ma Tao had an expression of "You kid really recruited me": "Tell me, when did you take the blood energy pill?" Ma Tao said to Chen Yu viciously. Obviously, he thought that Chen Yu's soaring blood qi was also the reason for taking the blood qi pill, and carried out a wave of blood qi rush like him. "You are good at hiding it from me, do you want to hide it from me, and then hit me by surprise?" Chen Yu didn't answer his question. Just like what he thought before, his soaring strength doesn't need to be explained by himself. They will figure it out themselves. This world respects martial arts.
As long as the strength is in place, who cares what ways you have. Which legendary warrior recorded in history has no adventure? No one will get to the bottom of it. Chen Yu changed the subject and asked Ma Tao, "Do you still think that the warriors of Qingxuan High School are invincible?" "..." Faced with Chen Yu's words, Ma Tao was suddenly at a loss for words. He wanted to say that you are the only one who can do this. But he couldn't tell. Because of this battle, Chen Yu never used more than 150 HP from the beginning to the end. There is no use of advanced moves. On the contrary, they are all the most common basic fists and kicks. "I still don't have much confidence, but... I have to say, after you defeated Zhao Zehai, I'm really not as afraid of these people from Qingxuan High School as before." "It feels...as if you can defeat Zhao Zehai, which makes me feel that they are not that powerful." Chen Yu spread his hands and said, "I'm not that good, they're all warriors who haven't entered the rank, how can I be so strong?" "But...you can, but I can't." Ma Tao still lacked confidence. "You can win entirely because of your extraordinary fighting talent. I can't. I don't have a solid foundation and I don't have fighting talent." Ma Tao's tone is more serious. He is not modest, but really lacks self-confidence. Chen Yu's victory over Zhao Zehai played a certain role in encouraging Ma Tao, Zhang Yuanyuan, and other top 16 fighters.
But Ma Tao knew one thing better. He can't do Chen Yu's kind of fight. A warrior with low blood energy challenges a warrior with high blood energy and can win, but the chances are very low. You need to make correct judgments in battle, you need to keep your mind clear at all times, and you need to have a solid foundation. Chen Yu shook his head. Looking at Ma Tao, he said to him: "Zhao Zehai's strength is second only to Chen Yuan. Except for Chen Yuan and Zhao Zehai, the rest of them are worse than them." "I just observed it." "That martial artist named Zheng Yi practices Hongquan." "However, Hong Quan, who is not well-learned, is no different from ordinary boxing. His Hong Quan can't even be evaluated in general terms. He just relied on his blood to crush him." "Zheng Yi is used to sinking his shoulders before punching, as long as he catches his little problem, he can easily hold his seven inches." "Your blood gas is 170, and Zheng Yi's blood gas is around 270." "no big difference." "I mean, if your opponent is Zheng Yi, you have a chance to win." "And Zheng Yi is the strongest among them apart from Chen Yuan and Zhao Zehai." Ma Tao: "..." "The gap of 100 blood, you tell me the difference is not big?" Chen Yu took it for granted, "Of course not." "Compared to tens of millions of blood energy for high-level warriors, the difference of 100 blood energy is almost negligible." Ma Tao interrupted Chen Yu, and said with a strange expression: "You are talking about high-level warriors. For us warriors who have not yet entered the rank, 100 is a lot of blood." "Is it big?" Chen Yu asked back. "I'll give you an example. I have 150 blood and can break Zhao Zehai's ribs with one kick. Do you keep kicking with 170 blood?" "..." "In my opinion, blood is indeed important, but as long as the gap is not exaggerated, there is a chance to win." Chen Yu patted Ma Tao's shoulder and said: "I think you can win at least one game." "Can you win?"
"Listen to me, fight strictly according to what I said, there is a chance, but it's just one game." A gleam of light flashed in Ma Tao's eyes: "One game is enough." Hearing Chen Yu's analysis, he actually became more confident. "If I can win, I will be able to enter the top four." "I want to try." "Okay, then it depends on who your opponent is in the top eight." "Um!" Ma Tao nodded heavily. He decided to trust Chen Yu once. fight. ... In the first game of the round of 16, there was an upset. Among the 10 people who came from Qingxuan High School this time, Zhao Zehai, who was able to rank second in strength, was eliminated. This surprised Zheng Yi and the others from Qingxuan High School. "Are you kidding me?" "Is there anyone in an ordinary high school who can defeat Zhao Zehai?" "He is so strong, why does he still stay in ordinary high schools? Aren't people in key high schools able to poach corners and snatch talents?" Warrior schools are divided into ordinary high schools, key high schools and noble high schools. There are probably only two or three key high schools in a province. It is mainly to collect those talented warriors who have no background in the province and give them higher educational resources. That's why Zheng Yi and Zhao Zehai believed that this was an abusive game and there would be no upset. Because there are really few geniuses in ordinary high schools. "Chen Yu's blood gas has been around 150. I don't know if his blood gas is capped at 150, or if he is suppressed to 150 blood gas as in the last battle." The girl, Jiang Cainan, analyzed: "If Chen Yu's blood energy limit is only 150, then he really can't be called a genius." "It can only be said that he is very capable in actual combat." "If he suppressed his blood energy to 150..." Jiang Cainan pursed her lips, and said in an inexplicable tone: "That means that Chen Yu believes that only 150 blood energy is needed to defeat Zhao Zehai, who has 300 blood energy." "..."
Zheng Yi and Jiang Cainan looked at each other. Because this sentence was what Zhao Zehai said before. Unexpectedly, it actually happened to him. "Regardless of the possibility, Chen Yu's actual combat ability surpasses that of you and me." Zheng Yi muttered. Then he turned around and asked Jiang Cainan: "Are you confident in defeating him?" Jiang Cainan hesitated for a moment. The answer is self-evident. Can't beat it. She couldn't beat Zhao Zehai, how could she beat Chen Yu? The two were silent for a while. Originally, I came here with the mentality of abusing food, but I didn't expect to encounter a hard stubble. "I'll take care of him." At this time, a deep voice came from in front of the two of them. It is Chen Yuan. The two looked at Chen Yuan. Chen Yuan is probably the only one who can defeat Chen Yu now. However, they always feel that something is wrong. Because the host is No. 1 Middle School, and No. 1 Middle School can't let Chen Yu Chen Yuan meet in the quarterfinals. That is to say, the two of them are likely to be Chen Yu's next opponents. The pressure instantly filled up. It's too embarrassing to lose. In an instant, offense and defense are easy to type. Who is the dish? Who is the one who abuses vegetables? Both of them were a little confused. They are here to train this group of warriors from ordinary high schools to resist pressure. Finally, how did it become their own stress training?
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