Ultimate Devouring Evolution

At this moment, the entire playground of Lingguang Martial Arts Academy was silent.

Only the rustling sound of autumn wind blowing leaves rang in everyone's ears.

A few yellow leaves are like butterflies waving in the wind, floating coquettishly across the playground.

Everyone stayed.

The bosses on the rostrum were stunned;

The students under the rostrum were stunned;

The students in the rocket class were stunned;

The students in the Meteor class were also stunned.

"Second...second kill!"

"Another instant kill!"

"Another two-level instant kill!"

"This... is absolutely wrong! I am definitely wrong!"

"In the competitions in the past, there were only five instant kills, and there was only one time. But now the students in the slag class don't kill all the games, and there are two consecutive games, which are two-level instant kills. Never before in all of history!"

"Scumbag class, what kind of monsters are these?"

"The teacher is a pervert, the students are also perverts, the whole class is perverted!"

"Elder Sun, come and surrender these monsters!"

"No, why do I feel a little dizzy?"

When all the students were amazed, the big bosses on the stage all blushed and felt the burning pain.

Slap in the face!

This is Hong Guoguo's slap in the face!

They said just now that Wang Dong would definitely lose.

He also said that the only suspense was whether Wang Dong would be instantly killed.

In the end, Wang Dong won in turn, not to mention, and instantly killed his opponent.

You know, his opponent is a level 8 quasi-warrior who is two levels higher than him.

He actually killed it with one blow!

How the hell is this so mysterious?

Congratulations. After being shocked, he couldn't help asking Director Zheng with a smirk: "Director Zheng, this result seems to be different from what you predicted."

Director Zheng felt his face burn even more, he laughed dryly, and said, "Forecasting, this... is always inaccurate. With our current technology, the weather forecast is still inaccurate."

After speaking, I just felt that my old face was getting hotter.

This explanation makes me feel shameless.

The dean also felt slightly hot on his face.

Logically speaking, as the dean, I should be the one who knows the scumbag best among these few people.

As a result, I even said a bunch of opposite results.

But it's really not my fault.

Who would have thought that the little monsters in the slag class would be so perverted?

In two games in a row, they won by leapfrogging two levels.

And they are all instant kills.

If this is placed in other classes, it will be impossible anyway.

"By the way, the classmate named Wang Dong just now should have used a movement technique!"

"A rare physical martial skill, unexpectedly appeared on this student with the weakest strength in the scumbag class."

"No wonder, it turned out to be like this!"

Seeing Wang Dong's physical skills and martial skills, it's not hard for the bosses to understand that Wang Dong can instantly kill Yue Qun by two levels.

Wang Dong's appearance was relatively honest, and he hadn't been as eye-catching as other students in the slag class before.

So it is easy for everyone to ignore him.

In addition, after coming to the stage, he said a few words of weakness to paralyze his opponent.

Let the opponent take it lightly.

When the match started, he used his body and martial arts skills, combined with Xiaocheng's sword and slash, and jumped five meters away to slash at the opponent in an instant.

Before the other party reacts, kill in one move.

It seems difficult, but in fact, all factors combined, it is inevitable.

Of course, this also took a lot of risk.

If he made a slight mistake at that time and couldn't kill his opponent in one move, then he was in the rhythm of being violently abused by his opponent.

This is exactly what Zhang Fan said, facing an opponent stronger than him, the best chance is to kill him with one move.

If you can't kill in seconds, you can only wait to be killed.

On Sima Yu's face, the kind smile that had just recovered was no longer embarrassing, but froze directly on his face.

In two games in a row, he was instantly killed by the opponent by two levels.

This made him, a genius, totally unacceptable.

The few students they brought in the past have also exchanged with several other colleges.

No matter which academy you go to, it is the strongest existence.

As a result, now that he came to Ling Guang's small college, he was killed by two little guys two levels in a row. How could his pride bear it?

He originally dispatched the strongest fighting force, thinking that against the worst fighting force of the scumbag class, this match must be won.

Unexpectedly, the opponent unexpectedly killed Yue Qun two levels ahead.

Fortunately, this time, the trump card is gone, and the strongest remaining are only two level 7 quasi-warriors.

And the slag class still has two level 7 quasi-martialists and one level 8 quasi-warrior, neither of which has yet to appear.

If the slag squad has such fighting power, then it is impossible for their Meteor squad to win.

At this point there are still six games left, absolutely no more losses, at least, no more instant kills!

Thinking of this, Sima Yu began to carefully consider who should be sent to the stage this time.

At the same time, there was already a ruckus in the slag class.

"Teacher, let me play!"

"Teacher, it's my turn!"

"It's time for me!"

"Every time I'm the last one to play, this time it's my turn!"

"Teacher, let me go, I promise to torture them out."

...

When Sima Yu heard this, he felt that a mouthful of blood was almost spurted out.

Treat our shooting star class as a game, everyone wants to play it, right?

And do you have to be so excited?

Are you so happy to beat us?

Our meteor class is not empty, there are still several people whose unique skills have not been shown.

In particular, we have a secret weapon!

Thinking of this, Sima Yu turned to look at the students in Meteor class.

However, the students in the Meteor class were all downcast and depressed.

Sima Yu's mouthful of blood almost didn't come out again.

What the hell is that dead fish look on your face?

It's only been two games and you've been discouraged?

Since the meteor class entered school, it has moved to 9 colleges within three months.

Wherever he went, those classes were tortured to the point of crying.

I just played two games today, and each of them looked like their parents died. His mother's psychological quality is too fragile, right?

However, although he scolded this group of unsatisfactory guys in his heart, on the surface, he didn't say any unnecessary nonsense. Instead, he patted the shoulder of a level 7 quasi-martial artist: "You go."

The level 7 prospective warrior nodded and stood up.

It seems that Sima Yu at this time has calmed down.

As for the scumbag class, Zhang Fan no longer engaged in boxing guessing.

He said: "It seems a bit too pretentious to decide who goes first with a punch. How about it, among the rest of you, whoever is the most scumbag will go first."

"puff……"

As soon as this remark came out, there was another sound of blood spurting around.

The punching was a bit too pretentious, and it turned out that "whoever is the most scumbag wins".

It seems that this is more pretentious, boss.

The students in the scumbag class scrambled one by one: "I am the most scumbag!"

"I'm the scum, you all get out of the way!"

"The most scumbag should be me, my nickname, Invincible scumbag."

"I'm still a scumbag!"