Chapter 52 Isn't that courting death? Qiao Zihao's family can be considered an extraordinary family, but not a wealthy family. Both his grandfather and grandfather were admitted to the martial arts academy, but both graduated. One worked as a teacher in a martial arts school before retiring, and the other worked as an executive in a group company in a certain extraordinary field. In other words, from a genetic point of view, everyone in his family is pretty good, but they just barely pass the passing line and are not amazingly talented. Just like him now, maybe in a few months, he will be able to be admitted to a third-rate martial arts academy, and then graduate with no special achievements, and find an easy and high-paying job. Qiao Zihao himself didn't have too many fantasies, and his family had already paved a step-by-step path for him. If he continued like this, he would actually live a rich and comfortable life. Until one day, the last guy in the class who had been stuck in Qi Refining for a year made a breakthrough, and aroused everyone's enthusiasm with just a few words. That day, Qiao Zihao was deeply touched and determined not to let it go! No matter what the result is, I will try my best, this is also my martial arts! He found that he had unknowingly developed some respect for Chen Mo, and after the latter defeated Kuang Yanfei, his admiration turned into worship. So now, facing the burly and powerful Xiong Zhangling, he decided to follow Shen Mo and never back down. "I will be like him and fight to the end without giving up an inch!" So, after the starting signal was given, he really imitated the way he did in the previous battle and went straight to Xiong Zhangling.

Snapped. Chen Mo, who was watching the game from the sidelines, slapped himself on the forehead. It's over. "Why would he want to fight Xiong Zhangling in close combat? That beast is trained for close combat. With the improvement of his own physique and strength, I don't even dare to fight him head-on." Not only him, but anyone with a little vision was very surprised. Old Wu blinked and thought that this kid was really honest. Lin Xiangyun has already started writing on the board. zero points. Cross it out. minus! As soon as he finished the last stroke, Qiao Zihao fell at his feet with a thud. The fight was over in ten seconds. Even Xiong Zhangling couldn't figure out what was wrong with this guy. He even thought it was a trap. But after he slapped him, guess what happened? He was hit really hard. "Why... is this happening?" Qiao Zihao slumped on the ground. Lin Xiangyun was both angry and amused. He picked the man up and said, "You want to know why? Here's what I'm going to say. After school, take a taxi to the railway near Lijiagou. When you see a train coming, just confront it head-on." Qiao Zihao was skeptical: "That's not right, Instructor Lin, isn't this courting death?" Lin Xiangyun said, "So you knew that too? Then why did you run up to confront Xiong Zhangling?" "." Qiao Zihao understood what was meant, scratched his head and grinned, "It seems I need to think more. Practicing martial arts every day has made me stupid." Lin Xiangyun was stunned and suddenly felt a little sad.

Students in ordinary classes were lucky enough to be able to practice hard and improve their realm, and they simply didn't have much energy left to practice other things. There was nothing that could be done about it. Talent was something that couldn't be explained. This was the reality of the extraordinary world. "You have good legs and can run pretty fast. Think more about this aspect." He gave some advice. Qiao Zihao clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, Instructor Lin." He ran back to Class 1 with a chuckle, and Old Wu didn't dare to scold him, for fear that he would destroy the child's self-confidence. "You performed very well. Next time, keep up the good work." Qiao Zihao's face turned red, knowing that he was indeed the type who created the atmosphere. In comparison, he understood even more how powerful Chen Mo was. He gave him a thumbs up and said, "I'm convinced, you're really awesome." Chen Mo waved his hand: "Indeed." Qiao Zihao was stunned and didn't react for a long time. "Indeed" Why are you waving your hands? As time passed, the number of people in the waiting area who had not yet gone on stage decreased, and finally, everyone had gone on stage and had a round. A few of the losers were injured and did not stay to watch the fight. Those who were not seriously injured, like Qiao Zihao, basically chose to stay and continue watching. After the last group of contestants decided the winner, the venue gradually became lively, because at this time, all the candidates for the winner group had been determined, and the onlookers were discussing who had the best chance of getting the only spot. After Lin Xiangyun finished scoring the last two players, he walked to the sidelines and said to another assistant coach who was helping, "Re-rank the list." "random?" "random." The teaching assistant hesitated and said, "Isn't that a bit too much? How about moving the last few groups to the back?" "No, there are ways to play when you are in bad shape." Lin Xiangyun said. The teaching assistant immediately re-screened the list of winners and randomly rearranged it using a computer. Lin Xiangyun took a look, picked up the microphone and said, "The second round begins now. First up is Xiong Zhangling from Class 3." This sentence made the venue quiet again. “That’s a bit too strict.” Teacher Xu complained, then said to Xiong Zhangling, "Go ahead, but be careful not to overexert yourself, and think more about how to conserve your energy while ensuring victory, but be steady and try not to get hurt." Xiong Zhangling nodded and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Mr. Xu, I didn't put in any effort in the last game." In the observation seat of the next class, Qiao Zihao's face turned dark. There was a lot of chatter in the audience. "The first one is Xiongzhangling." "He can at least knock out five or six people." "Whoever is the second one is too unlucky." After watching everyone enter the arena, Lin Xiangyun finally gave a warning: "I'll remind you again that victory is not the only criterion for evaluation. The second place goes to Zheng Tian from Class 46." Zheng Tian, ​​whose name was called, sighed in frustration.

"Bad luck." He walked onto the field reluctantly, thinking that he would definitely lose if he faced Xiong Zhangling in his prime. It would be best if he could draw the sixth or seventh position. By then, no matter who was on the field, Xiong Zhangling had experienced a big battle and would definitely be in a bad state, so it would be easy to pick up a missed opportunity. At this time, Chen Mo was whispering with Huang Cui and gaining some experience at the same time. Although not much, it was better than nothing. "Don't think that drawing numbers six or seven is a good thing." He said, "When facing an opponent who is in very poor condition, he will raise the evaluation standard. If he only thinks about playing it safe and spends extra energy to defeat the opponent, he will definitely be deducted points." Huang Cui blinked and said, "But is playing it safe a disadvantage?" She has always been a down-to-earth person, so of course she would not agree with such a statement. Chen Mo explained, "If one match decides the outcome, playing it safe is of course an advantage, but he deliberately arranged the competition system this way, requiring players to fight until they lose their combat capability before leaving the game. He also specifically emphasized that victory is not the only evaluation criterion, which is to remind players that the current scenario is a continuous battle, so conserving physical strength becomes a very important scoring factor." He glanced at Huang Cui who seemed to be deep in thought, and added: "What he values ​​is not only the future of cultivation, but also whether he can choose the best solution when facing the actual situation." "But I think so." Chen Mo shrugged, "If someone can keep fighting and beat everyone, then there is no need to consider other factors." (End of this chapter)