Pirate's infinite transformation

In the Fourth Battalion's position, Chief Instructor Zhou Zhen and Instructor Zhang Lizheng looked at each other. The third round of the game was full of twists and turns. I thought I could easily win the first battalion, but a dark horse like Wang Xiaofei came out. Seeing that the Fourth Battalion was about to lose, Mo Wen miraculously defeated Wang Xiaofei.

Throughout the game, except for Mo Wen's lackluster performance in the first round, his performance in the next two rounds was amazing.

Especially the fight with Wang Xiaofei, ordinary students may only think it is very exciting. The students on the field are all experts who have studied martial arts. But with their eyesight, how could they not see what was hidden inside.

At this time, they all sighed in their hearts, it is indeed the number one university in China. The students there are full of talents and talents.

In the first game, the fourth battalion won the first battalion, and the third battalion beat the second battalion.

In the second game, the competition began between the two winning battalions and the two losing battalions.

The fourth battalion vs the third battalion, the two strongest battalions began to collide together again, which immediately attracted the attention of a large number of spectators.

Mo Wen glanced at the third battalion and found that Shao Jianyang was among them. A cold smile appeared on his lips.

That Shao Jianyang is quite capable, and he has played a role in several appearances.

In addition to Shao Jianyang, there was another person in Sanying who caught Mo Wen's attention.

He was a young man with dark skin, a slender body, delicate facial features, a somewhat resolute face, and an indescribable sharpness in his eyes. Even if he looks at you calmly, it seems to make you feel stressed.

The reason why Mo Wen paid attention to him was because his eyes were always locked on him, and there seemed to be an unspeakable hostility in his eyes.

He frowned a little strangely. He definitely didn't know that young man. It could be said that it was the first time he saw this person, but why was he so hostile to him?

In the distance, Shao Jianyang walked up to the young man and whispered: "Yang Qi, let me deal with that Mo Wen. I have a grudge against him. I have to kill that kid."

"You are no match for him." Yang Qi glanced at Shao Jianyang and said indifferently.

"What! You said I'm no match for him. Although my level is not as good as yours, I can't deal with Mo Wen, the best dandy in the Tang Dynasty."

Shao Jianyang obviously said in disbelief. He was an ancient warrior. How could he not be able to deal with an ordinary person?

"He defeated Wang Xiaofei from the first battalion. Wang Xiaofei is also an ancient warrior." Yang Qi glanced at Mo Wen in the distance.

At that time, the people of the third battalion were fighting with the second battalion, so the three of them did not see the battle between Mo Wen and Wang Xiaofei. Although they knew that the fourth battalion won the first battalion in the end, they did not have an intuitive reference.

But coincidentally, Yang Qi had known Wang Xiaofei for a long time, so he knew how powerful Wang Xiaofei was.

"Wang Xiaofei? What kind of ancient warrior?" Shao Jianyang frowned and said, since Mo Wen can defeat an ancient warrior, then he must also be an ancient warrior.

"In the realm of inner breath, your cultivation may not be as good as mine, but it won't be too far behind."

Yang Qi looked at Shao Jianyang calmly, his meaning was very clear, if you still want to confront Mo Wen, then just go ahead.

Yang Qi was actually surprised that Mo Wen could defeat Wang Xiaofei. He originally thought that Mo Wen was just a loser, but now it seems that this person is somewhat interesting.

"Wang Xiaofei has the cultivation level of Inner Breath Realm?"

Shao Jianyang's eyes widened. He was only in the late stage of Solid State. If Mo Wen defeated Wang Xiaofei, wouldn't that mean he could defeat him easily?

For a moment, Shao Jianyang hesitated.

After a few minutes of rest, the second fight began at the referee's order.

Hong Lu from the Fourth Battalion was still the first to play, and met a tall young man from the Third Battalion. Neither of them practiced ancient martial arts, but they had both learned some foreign martial arts.

As soon as they met, the two fought fiercely. After three hundred rounds of fighting, Hong Lu was accidentally defeated by the tall young man.

"Damn it, Hong Lu is too useless. I'll go in and see how I kill that tall guy."

When Wang Yuan saw that Hong Lu had lost the battle, he jumped up and rushed forward, cursing.

Mo Wen rolled his eyes. The tall boy was not an ancient warrior. Although he was strong, he was definitely no match for Wang Yuan.

When Wang Yuan saw that he was not as good as him, he immediately became more motivated to fight. If it were another person, it was hard to say whether he would still be so active.

Sure enough, in just a dozen rounds, the tall boy was defeated by Wang Yuan.

"Anyone else from your third battalion can come forward. I will take them all."

After defeating the tall boy, Wang Yuan suddenly felt proud. He waved his hand in a sultry manner, pointed at the third camp and shouted.

"That kid is tired of living, I'll go up and kill him."

When Shao Jianyang saw this, he immediately glared and entered the field in a few steps.

Facts have proved that Wang Yuan does not have the ability to dominate the world with a shake of his body. Shao Jianyang is also an ancient warrior, and he is still in the late solid stage, one level higher than Wang Yuan.

The two fought hard, but Wang Yuan was defeated in the end.

"Don't ask. It's up to you. Kill that bastard Shao Jianyang. Don't lose to the genius baby of the Third Battalion, the miracle doctor."

Wang Yuan came back with bruises on his face and a grin on his face. There were many footprints on his clothes.

At this time, he basically pinned all his hopes on Mo Wen. He couldn't even beat Shao Jianyang, let alone Yang Qi, who played last in the third battalion.

Mo Wen shrugged and walked onto the stage indifferently.

Looking at Shao Jianyang ten meters away, Mo Wen suddenly smiled and said: "Shao Jianyang, we meet again. Your previous bet has not been fulfilled. When are you going to fulfill it?"

"Don't ask, since you are looking for death, then I will help you."

Shao Jianyang's face suddenly darkened. It was fine not to mention the bet, but as soon as he mentioned the bet, he couldn't help but feel a sense of shame in his heart.

"Come here. It's obviously a pig, so you think you're a nobody."

Mo Wen smiled coldly, not caring at all about a clown like Shao Jianyang.

"**Tired of living."

Shao Jianyang roared angrily, and without caring about anything else, he rushed in front of Mo Wen and punched him hard on the head.

Yang Qi, who was watching the battle from a distance, shook his head. Shao Jianyang was indeed a pig. He was no match for Mo Wen. He was so reckless and irritable. If he didn't die, who would die?

Looking at the fist that was getting bigger and bigger in front of him, Mo Wen's mouth curled up with a hint of coldness. He stood motionless like a wooden stake, but stretched out a fist to meet Shao Jianyang's fist fiercely.

Click!

There was a crisp sound of bone breaking, and Shao Jianyang was shaken back four or five steps by the force of the fist, and his fist was obviously deformed.

But Mo Wen stood there without moving.

"you……"

Shao Jianyang looked at Mo Wen in horror and was speechless for a moment. He covered the broken hand bone with one hand. The severe pain caused cold sweat to break out on his forehead.

He didn't expect Mo Wen to be so strong, and he didn't even take a single move in a head-to-head confrontation.

Yang Qi, who was watching the battle from a distance, also shrank his pupils and looked a little more solemn.

Mo Wen looked at Shao Jianyang indifferently. He couldn't hit Wang Xiaofei head-on. Could it be that he couldn't hit him head-on? With Shao Jianyang's late solid cultivation level, he is simply asking for humiliation.

He did not give Shao Jianyang a chance to breathe. Of course he would not miss the opportunity to beat the drowned dog. He appeared in front of Shao Jianyang in a flash, and then punched him hard in the abdomen, sending him flying four to five meters away.

"I surrender."

Shao Jianyang rolled over and got up from the ground, looking at Mo Wen with fear on his face. If he continued, he might be beaten alive by Mo Wen.

Mo Wen did not continue to take action. He knew that if he did, the referee would definitely step forward to stop him. After all, it's just a fighting game, not a life-and-death fight.

Shao Jianyang gave Mo Wen a sinister look, but did not dare to say a harsh word, so he stepped down from the stage in despair.

Yang Qi glanced at the embarrassed Shao Jianyang, with a flash of disdain in his eyes, and walked onto the field unhurriedly.