Smash All Pots and Pans To Go to School

The two of them almost reproduced YamamiyaYangling's teachings to the surrounding military cadets, and they made moves one after another. They were currently in a stalemate.

In ten minutes, the match between the two will end.

Zongzheng Yueren's anger grew stronger and stronger, and he wanted to win too much.

"Who do you think will win?" Lu Zhengxin asked the students from Samuel Military Academy next to him.

"There is still time, and the variables are relatively large now." Gao Xuelin said ambiguously, "Wei San and Zongzheng Yueren each have their own advantages."

But now that the two have been fighting, one thing has become very clear: Damocles Military Academy and Pingtong Academy are in the top three in terms of individual strength of medium-sized mechas, while Samuel Military Academy and South Percy Military Academy are one step behind.

If in the past Gao Xuelin still looked down upon the people of Damocles Military Academy and regarded them as the previous Damocles Military Academy, thinking that their strength was only worthy of being ranked first from the bottom, now he had to admit that today's Damocles Military Academy indeed has the strength to compete for the championship.

With another move, Wei San's whip broke, Zongzeng Yueren's rifle was knocked away, and both of them lost their weapons.

Eight minutes left.

Zongzheng Yueren raised his hand and touched the corner of his mouth. Looking at the blood on his fingertips, his eyes became colder.

The two ran towards each other, flying up and kicking each other with one leg. Zongzheng Yueren had a slight advantage in height. If they kicked each other directly, Wei San would be kicked first, so her target was Zongzheng Yueren's leg bone from the beginning, giving her the opportunity to kick it.

It's a pity that Zongzheng Yueren's speed actually increased, much faster than Wei San calculated. In the end, she was kicked by his leg in the shoulder. The force was so strong that Wei San was kicked to the ground. Before she could stand up, she was kicked again. Zongzheng Yueren kicked her hard in the abdomen.

Wei San curled up in pain and barely supported the ground with one hand, trying to get up.

She did, indeed get up.

Zongzheng Yueren grabbed her hair and lifted her up. He looked at Wei San's face that turned pale due to physical pain, grabbed her neck, and sneered: "Do you really think someone like you can be compared to me?"

Wei San's feet were already off the ground. As Zongzheng Yueren's grip on her neck became stronger and stronger, the feeling of suffocation continued to spread to her brain. She used both hands to break Zongzheng Yueren's hand, barely giving herself a chance to breathe.

"You…… don't know……" Wei San's pale face turned red again due to the feeling of suffocation. She said intermittently, "When you fight, you don't pull hair?"

At the same time as the word 'head' was spoken, Wei San raised her feet in the air and kicked Zongzheng Yueren's chest in the next second. She was able to break free. She flipped around in the air and finally landed on one knee, with her hands on the ground. On the ground, her hair was messed up and scattered around her face because she was grabbed and pulled by Zongzheng Yueren. Her hairband also fell to the ground when it was turned over just now.

Wei San coughed a few times to relieve the suffocation he had just caused, and then slowly stood up.