Gao Wu: I can view the script of life

Chapter 114 Nan Wu's Strategy?

On the ring, Chen Yang, Duan Muxing, and Wei Xian looked at each other.

Each of the three had a wooden sign in their hands.

"one."

Chen Yang looked at the wooden stick in his hand, the corner of his mouth was bitter.

This means that Nanwu will play the first game.

"Jingwu is also one."

Wei Xian looked at Chen Yang and smiled.

However, Chen Yang noticed that Wei Xian's expression at this time was somewhat complicated and bitter.

On the big screen, the order of the finals of the three Wuhan universities was displayed.

"In the first match, Jingwu vs. Nanwu."

"Second match, Nanwu vs. Mowu."

"The third match, Mowu vs. Jingwu."

Whoa!

The audience suddenly became excited.

Finally, we can see the peak duel between Chen Yang and Wei Xian!

The final time is the next day.

And during this time, discussions on the Internet are already in full swing.

Almost everyone in China was guessing who was better, Chen Yang or Wei Xian.

"I think Wei Xian is stronger, after all, Jingwu's background lies there!"

"But Nanwu Chen Yang is definitely a dark horse!"

"Don't forget, until now, Chen Yang hasn't used the domain yet!"

"That's right! Chen Yang has never used the field!"

"Isn't using the domain equivalent to cheating?!"

Similar remarks can be seen everywhere.

Until the next day, the Nanwu playground was crowded with people.

"Audience friends!"

"Today, we finally ushered in the finals of the National Wuhan University Freshman League!"

"First of all, please invite our three teams, Jingwu Team, Mowu Team, and Nanwu Team!"

Yu Yi and Zhong He also seemed very excited, and introduced enthusiastically above the playground.

Amid the din of people, three groups of people came out from three directions.

"Follow what you said last night."

In Nanwu's team, Liu Ruoxue whispered to several people.

"Ok!"

Li Banzhuang nodded heavily, while Yan Yunhe looked at Chen Yang.

"Brother, don't worry, we will never lose the chain!"

He patted his chest and vowed.

Soon, the three teams went to their respective waiting areas.

"First of all, let's invite the teams from our first match, Jingwu and Nanwu!"

"We can see that on the Jingwu side, Wei Xian is indeed the starter!"

"Then, the much-anticipated pinnacle battle should be about to happen!"

"Nan Wu's starter is, Chen...ah?!"

"Nanwu's starter is our classmate Yan Yunhe..."

Above the playground, Zhong He was still explaining passionately, but suddenly stopped.

I don't know if it was him, but at this moment, everyone in the auditorium, watching the live broadcast across the country, was shocked.

Nanwu's starter is Yan Yunhe? !

What does it mean?

"What's going on? Why is it Yan Yunhe?"

"Although Yan Yunhe's strength is not bad, why..."

"Could it be that Nan Wu wants to weaken Wei Xian's strength first?"

"It's a strategy, but..."

Amidst the discussions in the auditorium, Yan Yunlong looked unhappy.

"I'm strong too!"

"Why do you still look down on people?!"

He yelled and jumped onto the ring.

On the opposite side, Wei Xian was not surprised at all, and nodded at Yan Yunhe.

"Hey, I don't need my boss to deal with you!"

Yan Yunhe laughed and nodded at the referee.

"Ah... We can see that the competition has already started, and the two players on the field are... watching?"

Yu Yi coughed lightly, but her tone was strange.

On the ring stage, Yan Yunhe and Wei Xian stood facing each other, neither made a move.

"Alright!"

Finally, Wei Xian yelled loudly, flicked the long knife in his hand, and flew close to Yan Yunhe.

"I can see clearly!"

Yan Yunhe also drank coldly, and poked his spear forward.

Ding Ding Ding!

In an instant, the weapons in the hands of the two collided several times, making a crisp sound.

"Not bad!"

Wei Xian laughed suddenly, took a few steps back, drew back the saber in his hand, then turned around and swung out again.

Yan Yunhe held his spear horizontally in front, blocking the blade.

Unexpectedly, Wei Xian also bullied himself to get close.

"Want to get close?!"

Yan Yunhe retreated immediately, and the two of them approached the edge of the ring, one at a time.

"Yan Yunhe's strength seems to be pretty good..."

"He actually fought back and forth with Wei Xian."

In the audience, someone spoke up.

On the ring, Yan Yunhe was about to retreat to the periphery of the ring, when he suddenly dodged sideways.

Wei Xian used one foot as a fulcrum, spun around, and approached Yan Yunhe again.

"Humph!"

Yan Yunhe looked at Wei Xian who was approaching again, and suddenly stopped retreating, but formed a fist with his left hand, and punched out.

boom!

Wei Xian also stretched out his fist, the two punched each other, and then separated.

"Your strength is very strong! But it's not enough!"

Wei Xian shook his hand, rose into the air, and slashed down with the big knife.

"Come!"

Yan Yunhe didn't seem to want to continue the stalemate, so he let out a loud shout and placed his spear horizontally above.

Ding!

With a crisp sound, Yan Yunhe couldn't help taking a few steps back, his tiger's mouth hurting.

On the other hand, Wei Xian used his strength to turn back and land steadily.

"It's my turn!"

Yan Yunhe didn't give him a chance to adjust, and poked forward with his long spear.

A cold light flashed, Wei Xian suddenly turned sideways, pressed the blade against his chest, and let the gun pass by.

Yan Yunhe did not stop, and came to Wei Xian.

The two shot at the same time, and punched each other again.

Snapped!

Wei Xian's aura seemed to have suddenly improved, Yan Yunhe didn't expect it, and he took a few steps back, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Sure enough, there is something."

He looked at Wei Xian, and then at his left hand.

"Your left hand is broken, admit defeat."

Wei Xian's face turned slightly pale, and he shook his head.

Obviously, he had just exploded his strength, and he paid the price.

"Wei Xian really has his own opportunity."

"Just now, he should have used a method to concentrate all his strength on his left hand."

Liu Ruoxue frowned in the Nanwuhou war zone.

The next moment, if Yan Yunhe couldn't make a sound, Liu Ruoxue would admit defeat for him.

She could tell that Yan Yunhe's left hand was fractured, and if it continued, it might cause another injury.

"Ah... the Nanwu side surrendered, so the next one is... this is... classmate Li Banzhuang?!"

Zhong He only felt that his brain was not enough, and looked at the girl who walked into the ring.

"what happened?"

"Could it be that Nan Wu intends to defeat Wei Xian first with the crowd tactics?"

"But this Li Banzhuang, hasn't played before, has he?"

At the same time, the discussion in the audience became louder and louder, and they all couldn't understand Nan Wu's intentions.

Li Banzhuang didn't take it seriously, holding a long sword, and nodded at Wei Xian.

"call!"

"You are no weaker than Yan Yunhe!"

Wei Xian looked at Li Banzhuang and took a deep breath.

In order to defeat Yan Yunhe just now, he has already paid a certain price, and now his combat power is not as good as before.

The referee blew the whistle, and Li Banzhuang went straight to Wei Xian.

Wei Xian frowned and backed away immediately.

Whoa!

The auditorium is boiling again!