"Name: Lou Cheng."

"Occupation: Student."

"Age: Nineteen."

"School attended: Songcheng University."

"Martial Arts Level: Strong Professional Ninth Level."

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In the Hongluo Martial Arts Hall, most of the disciples and students are desperate and full of loss. Only a few core disciples who know Pan Chengyun's true strength still hold on to the last glimmer of hope, hoping that he can turn the tide of the war as a secret weapon.

As long as Lin Que is defeated, the third martial artist from Songcheng University will not even have an amateur rank!

Pan Chengyun adjusted his breathing and stood opposite Lin Que. Since they were both playing for the first time, there was no problem of physical recovery. Therefore, even though there was no time for dialogue, the referee was not in a hurry to announce the start of the game. Instead, he called the staff to clean up the debris in the ring.

, so as not to interfere with the subsequent battle.

After a lot of work, he confirmed with the two warriors, then waved his right hand and said loudly:

"start!"

Pan Chengyun knew that his ninth-level professional strength could not be hidden from Lin Que for long, and it would be exposed after a few moves, so he planned to go all out from the beginning to seize the opportunity that the other party despised.

He imagined the spreading flames, "igniting" his whole body. He tensed his waist and back, pushed down, exerted force on his legs and feet, and suddenly pounced on Lin Que, several meters away.

Lin Que did not give in, strode forward, paused suddenly, exerted force on his feet, his body trembled slightly, his temples immediately bulged, he pulled back his right arm, and completed the explosion and electric shot in a very short distance, hitting Pan Chengyun like a meteor.

.

And Pan Chengyun also completed his first explosion, as if he was holding a giant hammer and struck hard.

boom!

As soon as the two collided, Pan Chengyun felt as if he had been hit by a bomb. His whole body was shaken, his bones were shaking, his energy and blood were rolling, his five internal organs were uncomfortable, and his fascial muscles were unable to exert force for a while!

Lin Que came closer, pulled out his left arm and rested on his neck.

"The third game, Lin Que wins!" The referee suddenly wanted to laugh. This game ended faster than the first game. It was indeed a battle between professional ninth-level players and amateur first-level players. The gap was indeed quite huge.

Lin Que didn't look at Pan Chengyun, his expressionless face showed a somewhat thoughtful look, and whispered to himself:

"Sure enough, you have to be like him and try your best from the beginning?"

While speaking, Lin Que raised his hand, turned around and walked out of the ring with neither joy nor sadness. There was indeed nothing to be happy about defeating a first-class amateur opponent.

Pan Chengyun stared blankly, suddenly wanting to shout loudly and declare the truth to everyone.

I am a professional ninth grader, not an amateur first grader!
Chapter completed!