Chapter 281: The most terrible honest man

The kind smile on Sima Yu's face that never seemed to change at this time looked unnatural.
He knows that the students in the scum class are very strong, and many have the ability to leapfrog the challenge.
However, the higher the two levels of challenge, and it is still a seckill, which he could not think of anyway.
If the two levels can be shot in seconds, then in the next seven games, wouldn't they all be shot in seconds by them?
At this time, he knew that he used to think of Lingguang Martial Arts Academy too simple.
He used to think that Ling Guang was just a small academy, and the students in it were all stubborn.
The reason why I voluntarily asked to be transferred to Lingguang Martial Arts Academy was because the students here were too good at it, and it was easy for my class to win the freshman assessment.
However, I never expected that I met the scum class.
All are a group of small monsters with strong fighting power.
The more the two levels of challenge, you can even kill in seconds. How the is it for others to play?
Taking two deep breaths, Simayu put away the grass and mud horses in his heart.
I can't lose my cool just because of a game.
At any time, calmness is the most important thing.
There are still 7 games, as long as one can be kept, it is possible to win the championship.
And as long as they can win two games, the championship is stable.
Thinking of this, he felt much calmer.
This time, he did not type the name immediately, but waited for Zhang Fan to report the name first.
However, when he saw Zhang Fan, the anger he had just suppressed in his heart rose again.
I saw that the scum squad was punching in the heat again, apparently again deciding who played first.
Nima, don't our Meteor class want face?
Throw fists and fists, punch Nima!
Can you die without pretending to be forced?
But it was just cursing in his heart. In order to maintain the image of a good person, he still had to put on a kind smile on the surface.
At this moment, he was really envious of Zhang Fan.
Like is like, hate is hate, so at least I am happy.
You don't need to be slapped in the face as it is now, and you have to put on a smile.
How tired!
Soon, the scum class has used punching and rock-paper-scissors to determine the students who will play this time.
Wang Dong: Level 6 quasi-warrior.
Sima Yu had an impression of Wang Dong, and he was a very honest student.
Although it is also a spike all the way, reaching the top sixteen.
But compared to other students in the scum class, it is the least characteristic and honest one.
His sword-drawing cut achieved a small success, but it was also quite satisfactory.
To deal with such a student, sending a 7th-level quasi-martialer to play is enough.
Thinking of this, Sima Yu named a 7th-level quasi-warrior.
However, when the two-minute adjustment time was only two seconds away, he suddenly quickly changed the name and replaced it with Yue Qun.
Everyone was surprised when they saw the name of Yue Qun.
Yue Qun, level 8 quasi-warrior!
The strongest of the meteor class.
He is also a spike all the way, making a strong presence in the top sixteen.
Before the strong rise of the scum squad, he was also considered the strongest in the entire first grade.
"Have you made a mistake? The Meteor Class actually took out their trump card!"
"To deal with a mere 6-level quasi-martialer, there is no need to take out the trump card, right?"
"Moreover, this Wang Dong of the scum squad, although it is also a spike all the way, but compared to other students in the scum squad, he is probably the weakest one. He is not even as strong as that Huo Juxiong. To deal with him, he sent the strongest. ,This……"
Sima Yu felt bitter in his heart.
He actually didn't want to.
He originally wanted to be like Tian Ji horse racing, every time a student appeared in the scum class, their meteor class would only send students one level higher than the other.
But now the opposite side had already killed a 7th-level quasi-war fighter.
If this one sends a Level 7 Quasi-Martial Artist, if it loses, then it will be even more difficult to win later.
Instead of this, it is better to show your hole cards.
At least I won this one.
And with the strength of this Yue Qun, there is no problem at all to kill that Wang Dong in seconds.
As long as you can kill Wang Dong in seconds and find another chance to win a match later, the champion will be the meteor class.
Several big guys on the stage also guessed Sima Yu's thoughts, and they all secretly praised: "When you break it, you end it, you deserve to be Simayu teacher."
"It seems that the Meteor Class will win this game. The only suspense is to see if it is a spike."
Director Zheng said: "I think it is likely to be a spike. After all, one is an 8-level quasi-warrior, and the other is only a level 6. Moreover, this 8-level quasi-warrior is quite strong.

The dean also nodded: "Generally, an 8-level quasi-martialer can kill the previous 7-level quasi-martialist in seconds, not to mention that this Wang Dong is only a 6th-level quasi-warrior."
"Yeah, level 6 quasi-martial artist, this is all about giving points to the meteor squad."
Amidst the people's discussion, the two sides had already put on the game uniforms and came to the stage, standing five meters apart ~EbookFREE.me~ The referee has not yet announced the start.
Wang Dong seemed a little afraid to look at that Yue Qun.
Seeing Wang Dong's fearful look, Yue Qun chuckled, "Just like you, can you kill all the way in seconds? I really don't know what dog corpse luck is."
Wang Dong laughed awkwardly, and said: "I...actually, I just draw a sword and be a little better. But it's not that good... I'm actually stupid, I'm the slowest learner in my class."
"Humph."
Yue Qun snorted coldly and ignored Wang Dong.
Wang Dong smiled bitterly and said, "Can I admit defeat later?"
Yue Qun coldly snorted again: "If your class does not give other classes a chance to surrender, do you think I will give it to you?"
With a bitter face, Wang Dong looked back at the scum squad, and then turned his head: "I must lose, but can you not make me lose so ugly? As long as you don't kill in seconds, anything will do. The head teacher knows that I can't win. You, so the task given to you is as long as you don’t get killed by a spike."
Yue Qun laughed disdainfully: "No way, you are born with a face that was killed by a spike. Your head teacher doesn't know what's wrong with your head, and you pretend to be forced, so you punched and decided to let you play first. Now you can only accept being killed by a spike. The fate of this. No one can blame others, but you can only blame yourself."
While speaking, the referee gave an order: "The game begins!"
Choking choking--
Two knife sounds.
On the screen, two blood-red characters appeared: Spike!
The disdainful smile on Yue Qun's face instantly solidified there.
His knife had just been pulled out one third.
At this moment, the audience was silent.
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