As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Miao, who was shooting closely behind him, immediately stopped shooting.

As if she had been training for many years, Sun Miao put away her rifle and hung it behind her back, standing tall and straight with a determined gaze.

People in the audience were talking a lot at this time. Many people did not expect that Sun Miao was so good at firearms.

Many people discussed it in low voices before the war started, saying that Sun Miao looked as weak as a grass and could not even lift a gun.

As a result, Sun Miao successfully defeated Li Mosen, who was a head taller than him, with just one bullet.

This shocked the students watching.

But Wen Jiu was not surprised. After Sun Miao took the stage, she saw the confidence in Sun Miao's eyes when he decisively picked up the gun, as well as the seemingly thin but tight and refined muscles.

Li Mosen was a little hesitant when choosing a firearm. He thought for a long time before choosing the assault rifle. Looking at his movements when aiming and loading the gun, he was not very skilled.

He is very big, but his posture is not flexible enough.

Naturally, I can't stand it at first glance, but it's Sun Miao who has gone through many years of training.

"Come down, are you injured?" Yu Ruman tapped the barrier lightly, and saw two gaps appeared at the steps for them to enter and exit.

The two people on the stage shook their heads after hearing this, and Yu Ruman removed the vine armor from their bodies. After confirming that the two of them were indeed intact, she announced that the second group of students would be allowed to enter.

Wen Jiu stood in the audience, carefully watching the fighting of other students. She found that most of the students here had learned fighting skills to some extent, and most of them were proficient in using weapons.

So she concentrated on observing the movements of these people, trying to learn more.

Until Yu Ruman opened her red lips and looked at her, "No. 5, Wen Jiu and Li Qingyu."

When their names were called, the two people came out in unison. After bowing and shaking hands according to the rules, they separated and entered the stage from the left and right sides.

After taking the stage, Wen Jiu discovered that the fighting stage was much larger than what she saw from the audience. It was very empty, and the ground seemed to be made of some special material.

The place where the bullet holes were made before seemed to be repaired automatically. Now there are no traces, only a flat surface.

Wen Jiu glanced at the weapon racks. Most of the students who came to the stage before chose firearms. In this era, few people use cold weapons.

But Wen Jiu still chose a long sword. She grasped the dark golden hilt tightly and pulled out the sword, then turned around and looked to the opposite side.

Li Qingyu, who was on the right, also chose his weapon at this time, the Orlock 19 pistol. It is short and powerful, and its shooting range is just within the range of the fighting platform.

It is light in weight and feels good in the hand, so even people of Li Qingyu's age can get started quickly.

When he saw Wen Jiu holding a long sword, he couldn't help but let out a sneer.

In this age, how come there are still people using such cold weapons that are difficult to use?

Since Wen Jiu made his choice, don't blame him for being beaten.

"Get ready for battle," Yu Ruman's voice came slowly, "begin."

As soon as she finished speaking, Li Qingyu quickly loaded the gun and opened the safety. He raised the pistol without hesitation, took aim, pulled the trigger with his index finger and fired bullets rapidly in Wen Jiu's direction.

Following the banging sound of the bullet being fired from the muzzle, the corners of Li Qingyu's mouth slightly raised.

This time he will never lose to Wen Jiu.

However, the next second, a hint of surprise appeared in Li Qingyu's confident expression, and his peach blossom eyes widened slightly at this time.

Wen Jiu, who was standing on the left side of the fighting platform, remained calm and dodged the bullets that were fired at her quickly.

Like a hunting wolf, she stared at Li Qingyu with bright gray-blue eyes, avoiding bullets at extremely fast speeds and sprinting towards the right side of the fighting platform.

Li Qingyu panicked inexplicably. There was only one thought in his mind.

That is, we must get rid of Wen Jiu and not let her get close.

After all, she was someone who had been trained before entering school, so Li Qingyu responded quickly.

He fired again in the direction where Wen Jiu was running, but the opponent's speed was faster than his bullet, and only one bullet flew past Wen Jiu's arm.

But with the existence of vine armor, the bullet did not cause any damage to Wen Jiu.

Li Qingyu tensed her nerves, quickly retreating to try to lengthen the distance between herself and Wen Jiu, while quickly removing the magazine.

Although he thought that Wen Jiu would have to get close before he could attack him, he still didn't dare to relax at all.

And Wen Jiu was like a cat walking a mouse. She stared at Li Qingyu intently, and a smile gradually appeared.

Bang bang.

Li Qingyu changed the magazine and quickly fired several shots at Wen Jiu. At this time, the distance between Wen Jiu and Li Qingyu was only ten meters away, and everyone in the audience was shocked.

At such a close distance, anyone who looks at it will feel that these shots are bound to hit.

But Wen Jiu looked indifferent, her long knuckles gripping the sword hilt tightly.

Holding the sword in his right hand, he raised it and slashed hard from top to bottom. Then he flexibly held the sword's tail in a sword bloom when it was about to touch the ground, and then turned around neatly and used the sword to strike out a sword energy as fast as thunder and lightning.

The bullet flying towards her was instantly hit by the sword energy, then cut into two halves and fell to the ground.

Li Qingyu was so shocked by her move that he froze in place. He had never seen such a move before.

However, Wen Jiu didn't pay attention to the gazes of Li Qingyu and everyone in the audience. He turned the hilt of the sword with a smile in his eyes, and the slender and thin sword blade blew up waves of light wind as it flew.

Then she kicked the ground and ran quickly, and everyone could only see her blurry figure.

In an instant, Wen Jiu's silver sword reflected a cold light in the sun, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at Li Qingyu's fragile neck.

The gentle breeze blew her clothes flying, and her short platinum hair hanging down her shoulders fluttered in the wind.

The air seemed to be still, and the audience was completely silent.

Li Qingyu's originally confident eyes were now covered with a layer of mist, and a chill kept coming to her body.

Even with the protection of the vine armor, he could personally feel the murderous intent contained in Wen Jiu's sword.

Pat.

Tears kept rolling down, but he was still biting his lip stubbornly, suppressing the fear in his heart.

"You lost."

At this time, Wen Jiuping was completely different from usual. Her gray-blue eyes were emotionless and cold.

After all, Li Qingyu is a good-looking kid.

He sniffled, holding back his tears and yelled: "I didn't admit defeat!"

When he said this, the hand holding the gun was still trying to shoot at Wen Jiu in order to struggle again.

But his idea soon came to nothing, because Wen Jiu discovered his actions.

She withdrew the long sword and turned it over, and the dark golden hilt hit his gun-holding wrist hard in an instant.

The pain hit Li Qingyu and he let go of his hand, and the pistol instantly fell to the ground.

"Li Qingyu, you lose."
Chapter completed!