After another four or five minutes of fierce fighting, Fang Ping still couldn't do it anymore. He hung on the vent and shouted that he had given up.
The people below didn't care about him. Time was running out, and there was still Fu Changding!
"Come on, come on! It's all credits!"
Fu Changding's eyes were red, and he was fighting a little crazy.
He had never fought so well before. Most of the time in the dream battlefield was spent being abused, and a small part of the time was spent practicing combat methods. The number of times he defeated the faceless man was few and far between.
It made him a little depressed. He always felt that he was a weak chicken, and was afraid that he would die in the cave one day.
It was not until now that he knew how strong he was.
A freshman class of one of the two famous schools, Mowu, 70 warriors, and several important supporting characters in the original book, could not do anything to him!
In the end, there were only 3 minutes left, and all the warriors present voluntarily withdrew.
Before, there was a warrior who was beaten down and still refused to accept it. He re-entered the field and was knocked out of his mouth by Fu Changding's punch. Everyone realized that Fu Changding really held back.
The most they had was a bruised face. It was a bit ugly, but it didn't affect their training.
"Damn, how many Qi and Blood Pills did this bastard eat in advance?"
"He's still in peak condition even now."
Only a hundred non-warriors were left, looking at each other, feeling powerless, and not knowing whether to go up or not.
70 warriors were beaten down, and if they went up, it seemed like they were just serving food.
"Oh, I'm so tired."
Fu Changding calmed down, looked around, and shrugged, "Forget it, how can I bear to let you all lose 20 credits? Dad's overflowing fatherly love.
Dean, I admit defeat, I'm down!"
Mo Wu still had to give face. If he really picked through the entire fourth floor, I guess those instructors, no matter how tolerant they were, would be unhappy with him, after all, he had some connection with Jing Wu.
Of course, the main issue was the income.
He deliberately let them go, which was probably more effective than knocking them all down, and it generated more negative energy. Anyone with a little self-esteem would feel humiliated.
[Unfortunately, Old Man Huang refused to give me the credits that were deducted from the freshmen.]
He lay down directly, and everyone had a complicated expression.
Gratitude. A little bit, after all, 20 credits are not a small amount.
But more of it was shame, humiliation, helplessness, and an urgent desire to become stronger.
"What are you doing? Performing a face-changing show for me here?" Fu Changding was speechless, "Clear the place! If you keep 20 credits, you don't need 30 credits, right?"
Negative energy from Zhao Lei +23! +23!
Negative energy from Yang Xiaoman +23! +23!
"Quick! Clear the place!"
At this time, everyone shuddered and reacted.
There are already more than 400 people on the fourth floor.
If it is still like this before the end, all the people on the fourth floor will be deducted 30 credits!
20 minutes later.
Outside the actual building.
A group of senior students were waiting outside. When they saw many freshmen walking out of the building with bruised faces and noses, they all laughed.
They were waiting here just for this scene.
They had also been watched in previous years, and they were ashamed and angry at that time. Now it was their turn to watch. Such a fine tradition must be passed down from generation to generation!
"Hiss! What's going on? It seems that there are a lot of beatings this year?"
"Who cares? It's so fucking cool. Last year, we were watched like monkeys, and our faces were red with shame. This year, it's finally our turn to watch the show."
"It's not right. Look again, except for a few individuals, there seem to be few freshmen with high dormitory numbers who are intact!"
"..."
The senior students talked about it and ate the melon with relish.
"Watch your ass, come and try it yourself if you have the ability!" A non-martial artist among the freshmen couldn't help but get angry, "70 warriors were beaten through by Fu Changding and his men, how good can you be?"
As soon as this was said, the other freshmen glared at the person who was talking.
Idiot!
If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb!
If they don't say it, who knows what happened in the training building? Their faces were caused by challenging each other, isn't that right?
The freshman's words stunned the old students around them.
"Is it true?"
"One thousand six hundred freshmen were defeated?"
"Them? The other one is Fang Ping who played a double act with Fu Changding yesterday?"
"It should be..."
"Two against more than a thousand, no one would believe it, and neither of them was injured at all. They fought against a thousand enemies and crushed them?"
Fu Changding and the other two did not look injured. They had many bruises on their bodies, but their faces were well protected.
Just as the freshmen were silent and the seniors were discussing heatedly, a group of instructors came out of the building.
Huang Jing, the leader, had a stern face and snorted, "The seniors have all dispersed. You are not making progress! Practice well when you have free time! You have made the students of the School of Magic and Martial Arts lose face!"
I don't know who he was talking to, but the dean of the School of Weapons was angry. This was a master!
The students who were watching dispersed one after another, and those who were still interested could only watch from afar and did not dare to come over.
...
As soon as the seniors left, Huang Jing said expressionlessly, "Line up according to the floor!"
More than a thousand freshmen hurriedly lined up according to the previously determined floors. No one dared to fill in the numbers.
"Each class is worse than the previous one!"
Huang Jing had a dark face. There were 1,600 people, but only two people stood to the end.
Although Fu Changding finally admitted defeat and surrendered, he left a little face for the School of Magic and Martial Arts.
But this face was almost a piece of paper, which would break with a poke!
Anyone who knows this, not a fool, can guess that Fu Changding is definitely capable of defeating an entire class of freshmen.
Huang Jing glanced at Fu Changding and Fang Ping, feeling a little upset.
In Jingwu, that old man Fu Guosheng is probably going to find their magic martial arts instructors to mock them again.
And Fang Ping, this guy was just short of saying that magic martial arts was not as good as southern martial arts, but in the end he failed to teach him a lesson!
Huang Jing scolded for a while, and seeing many freshmen lowering their heads in dejection, he turned to comfort them, "Today, some of you performed very badly, and some performed quite well.
All of this has been seen by the instructors.
Warriors must fight, and you must make every effort to seize every opportunity to improve your strength.
However, today is just the beginning. In the future, you will have many more opportunities.
So, don't be too proud if you win, and don't be depressed if you lose.
Or, I can say frankly that the scene just now, in the eyes of us instructors, was just a group of children playing.
Even if you can beat other children, you can only be regarded as a child king.
Don't be arrogant when you win, and don't be discouraged when you lose. This is the style of a magic warrior!" Huang Jing finished speaking, staring at Fu Changding and Fang Ping calmly, and then turned and left.
He is a master, and he doesn't have so much free time to guide freshmen.
As soon as Huang Jing left, a teacher shouted, "Those from the Weaponry Academy, come to Playground No. 1!" "
Those from the Tactical Academy, come to Playground No. 2!"
"..."
Fang Ping followed Fu Changding to Playground No. 1. He didn't want to mention it at first, but he couldn't help asking, "What about the credits?"
Fu Changding calmly sorted out his hair. "The Grandmaster's words are as good as a nail. How can he owe you? If he dares to deduct, then let him publicize it. You know. How much did you earn this time?"
Speaking of making money, Fang Ping couldn't close his mouth. "Not much, maybe only about 150 credits."
He didn't kill many warriors, but there were quite a few non-warriors, at least 70 or 80 people.
"Not a small number, it's not easy for freshmen to earn so many credits. You broke through to the first-grade warrior in school, and you can get another 50 credits. Together, it's enough for you to temper dozens of bones."
Fu Changding's mouth curled up, "I seem to have earned about 350 credits. I don't know if it's enough to practice to the third grade."
Negative energy from Fang Ping +20! +20! +20! .
...
In the No. 1 playground, dozens of instructors from the Weaponry Academy set up a platform for recruiting students.
Tang Feng didn't waste any words, "The conditions for the instructors to recruit students will be written in front of the platform, you can see it for yourself! You
decide to choose an instructor by yourself, but be careful, the one that suits you is the best!
A strong instructor may not have the strongest teaching ability. Some instructors are weaker, but they are much stronger than you. Don't think you are so powerful. A fourth or fifth-grade warrior is not qualified to teach you!
Without further ado, choose as soon as possible. After choosing an instructor, you have to divide the class. Tomorrow we will have a day off, and then we will have a week of training before we will officially start the class!"
"Instructor Tang Feng, seems to be the strongest?"
Fang Ping took a look at Tang Feng's recruitment conditions. The first requirement of warriors seemed to exclude him. He felt a little unhappy. Was he holding a grudge?
"Yes, he is the best person under the Grandmaster of the Weapon Academy, or even the best person under the Grandmaster of Magic and Martial Arts."
Fu Changding nodded and walked straight in one direction. "How should I describe his character? He is very straightforward. His nickname is Big Lion. Eh? Is it Crazy Lion or Big Lion?"
In the original book, Tang Feng's original nickname didn't seem to be mentioned as often as the nickname Fang Ping gave him!
It made him a little confused.
Not far away, Tang Feng's mouth twitched.
Don't look at the noisy voices here, but how strong is the hearing of a sixth-grade tutor? This interference is nothing.
"Very good, Fu Changding, I will remember you!" Tang Feng turned his head and threatened Luo Yichuan, who was trying to hold back his laughter, with his eyes.
Luo Yichuan waved his hand hurriedly. In public, he still had to pay attention to the dignity of the tutor.
[Damn, I forgot that too!]
Fu Changding shook his head and continued as if nothing had happened, "You are a little slick, he probably doesn't think highly of you."
"Humph," Fang Ping snorted, not daring to slander the other party under the nose of the sixth-rank warrior.
"You don't have many choices."
Fu Changding thought for a while and gave Fang Ping a reminder. "What you said just now was a bit too fierce! The matter involving Wang Jinyang is a bit complicated. It is a resource dispute between ordinary martial arts universities and famous schools, involving billions of dollars in funding every year.
Of course, this actually has little to do with you.
The main reason is that Wang Jinyang is domineering and ruthless. He is a student from an ordinary martial arts university. He came to Mo Wu to submit a letter of challenge according to the normal procedures. Who would pay attention to him?
So he blocked the door and provoked, saying that there was no one in Mo Wu. When someone couldn't stand the provocation and came to the stage, he directly took ruthless action and severely injured the other party.
This blew up a hornet's nest. The first-class warriors of Mo Wu went to the battle one by one, which made Wang Jinyang famous. It also gave ordinary martial arts universities like Nan Wu an excuse to challenge famous schools."