This Curse Is Just Awesome

　　 After the staff cleaned the ring, with cheers, Yahuang Yao and her opponent walked into the ring.

　　 "Before the competition starts, I want to interview you a few questions. Is it convenient to answer?"

　　 Host A Yong stood in the middle of the ring and asked left and right.

　　 "Yes." No. 08 candidate Zhao Mucha nodded.

　　 "..." Bahuang Yao bit his lip, wanted to refuse, but didn't say anything.

　　 "Very good." The host first handed the microphone to Zhao Mucha's mouth: "Excuse me, Zhao Mucha, are you confident in this battle?"

"Have."

　　 "Where does confidence come from?"

　　 "My strength is stronger than her." Zhao Mucha told the truth.

　　As a 1.2-level warrior, he doesn't think he will not be able to defeat a level 1 little girl.

　　 "Then what is your ideal ranking in this college entrance examination?"

　　 "The quarterfinals."

"why?"

　　 "There is no why." Zhao Mucha became a little impatient.

　　 Seeing this, the host Ayong immediately turned the microphone in front of Yabara Yao: "Hello, student Yabara. After listening to the opponent's speech, what do you think?"

　　 Bahuang Yao hanging his head: "..."

　　 "Do you have confidence in this game?"

　　 Yahuang Yao: "..."

　　 "Don't hope for your victory?"

　　 Yahuang Yao: "..."

　　 "Students, please relax, let's just interact briefly, don't be nervous." The host saw sweat on his forehead: "At least we should also say hello to friends who follow you in Quanqing City."

　　 Hearing this, Bahuang Yao didn't even dare to speak.

　　 The host is embarrassed: "Well, it seems that our Yahuang Yao player is relatively shy, so don't embarrass the little girl. As the game is about to come, emotional tension is inevitable, let us wish her a good performance..."

　　 "The champion..."

　　 At this time, Bahuang Yao squeezed a voice from his throat.

　　 Zhao Mucha raised her eyebrows.

　　 The host A Yong was also taken aback, and quickly handed out the microphone: "Classmate, what did you say?"

　　 "The champion..."

　　 "What champion?"

　　Bahuang Yao slowly raised his head, his small face flushed: "My goal... is the champion."

　　 "Wow!" The host took a half step back exaggeratedly: "Yao Bahuang, are you saying that your goal for the Gaokao exam this time is to become the champion?"

"……Yes."

"why?"

　　 "..." Yahuang Yao was silent.

"Good!" The host immediately took control of the rhythm: "Very energetic! Mr. Lu Xun once said, how bold and productive people are! Students who don't want to be the champion are not good students. Any miracle is never the least. The actual wish begins. Let us give Bahuang Yao applause of encouragement!"

　　 "Wow, la la la..."

　　 There was thunderous applause.

　　 Off the field, Chen Yu helped his forehead: "This is a mockery..."

　　……

　　 "Excuse me, have you finished hosting."

　　, the female examiner who has been patient for a long time said in a deep voice: "The examinee needs to start the test."

　　 "Okay, okay." The host quickly stepped down: "Then the seventh chapter of the official round, the match between No. 08 Zhao Mucha and No. 20 Yahuang Yao, begins!"

　　Waiting for the host A Yong to go far, the female examiner walked to the center of the ring and said: "The test time is twenty minutes. Now I wish you blessings."

　　 After that, the female examiner mobilized her energy, and the two groups of light immediately enveloped Bahuang Yao and Zhao Mucha.

　　 After the blessing is over, the female examiner stepped back and raised her right hand: "The test...began!"

　　 "Dangdangdang!"

　　 The bell rang.

　　 Bahuang Yao and Zhao Mucha, the spirits are all awe-inspiring.

　　 "Let's admit defeat. I'm not doing it now." Zhao Mucha puts up a standard boxing posture: "You are a level 1 martial artist, you can't be my opponent."

　　 "……"

　　 Bahuang Yao didn’t answer right away. Instead, he took out a silk scarf from his pocket and swelled and tied his hair tightly: "I won’t admit defeat. I have... a reason to win."

　　 Zhao Mucha squinted her eyes: "It just so happens that I also have a reason to win."

　　 "……"

　　 "……"

　　 The scene gradually became quiet.

　　 The two looked at each other for half a minute, and at the same time the energy in the body broke out!

　　 Zhao Mucha-Level 1.22.

　　 Eight Desolate Yao-1.04 level.

　　 "Swish swish swish..."

　　 The blooming vigor brought a messy whirlwind to blow away the dust from the ring.

　　 Zhao Mucha first shot.

　　 As a powerful party, the most correct choice is to fight quickly, reduce consumption, and wait for the opponent in the next match.

"boom!"

　　 Bend and straighten left leg! He ejected his whole body and rushed towards Bahuang Yao.

　　 The speed is so fast, like a sharp arrow!

　　 Yahuang Yao's pupils shrank slightly, and he rolled back one meter.

　　 "Boom!"

　　 made a heavy punch, hitting where she was standing before.

　　 Judging from the destruction of the bricks and stones, Zhao Mucha had a murderous intention with this punch.

　　 More than 60,000 spectators at the scene also all sucked in air-conditioning.

　　 This kind of fighting intensity was encountered in the first round of the official competition, which is rare...

　　 "I said, you can't be my opponent." Zhao Mucha slowly retracted his punches and twisted the creaking joints: "When a person dies, there is nothing left."

　　 "……"

　　 Bahuang Yao's eyes gradually became sharp, and he launched a charge in a Z-shape, raised his whip, and kicked Zhao Mucha's side in the face.

　　 Use action instead of answer.

"it is good."

　　 Zhao Mucha did not stop, facing the offensive, directly raised his shoulders, and fiercely knocked away Bahuang Yao's whip leg.

"Well."

　　 People are in the air, Bahuang Yao loses his weight and falls forward.

　　 Zhao Mucha seized the opportunity and hit Bahuang Yao's abdomen with a fist!

　　 "Boom!"

　　 "噗......"

　　 Spit out the dirty blood mixed with food scraps. The severe pain gave her a moment of loss~www.readwn.com~ Zhao Mucha pursued the victory, strode forward, waved her arms, and made five punches in one second!

　　 "Boom!"

　　 "咚咚!"

　　 "咚咚咚!"

　　 With the crisp sound of bone fracture, Bahuang Yao was knocked into the air by a huge force.

　　 Before flying away, Zhao Mucha grabbed the ankle and pulled it back.

"what!"

"boom!"

　　 Energetic erupted, Zhao Mucha's arm used force, and she screamed and lifted the girl!

　　 "Huh! Huh! Huh!"

　　 After three laps, he fell heavily towards the ground!

"Snapped!"

　　 "咚……"

　　The bricks of the ring are broken every inch!

　　 Amidst the dust and fog, one can clearly see the wisps of blood accumulating, and a pool of blood has accumulated under Bahuang Yao...

　　 "……"

　　 There was no sound at the scene.

　　 Inside the VIP table, the mayor subconsciously glanced at the director next to him.

　　 I saw that the director was expressionless.

　　 seems to be beaten, not his daughter...

　　 "Pattern."

　　 Zhao Mucha released his hand and said blankly: "It's over, declare victory."

　　 The female examiner looked at Yahuang Yao who was motionless, then looked back at the examiner group, stepped onto the ring, and raised her hand: "Then, the first round of the official competition, the seventh..."

"wait wait wait……"

　　 Zhao Mucha and the female examiner were both surprised, and immediately turned to look.

　　 I saw that thin figure, staggeringly standing up.

　　 "Cough..."

　　 He vomited a ball of blood, and Yahuang Yao trembled all over, his eyes mixed with unspeakable will: "This is just...just the beginning..."

　　 "How could it be over..."

　　……