"Hide and seek?" Tang Jin'er looked puzzled.
Jiang Fa glanced at her and explained, "Lie Jingyun deliberately widened the battle circle so that Gu Qingyan had to take a few more steps to get close. The distance between these few steps is the possibility for Lie Jingyun to turn defeat into victory."
Lie Jingyun is indeed a smart man.
His punches are explosive but short-lasting, so what he has to do is to make Gu Qingyan take greater risks every time she attacks, forcing her to attack from a longer distance, thereby reducing the power of her kicks.
The battle situation has reached a stalemate.
The two exchanged more than forty moves, and neither of them was injured, but Lie Jingyun's breathing began to sound heavy.
Gu Qingyan's forehead also had fine beads of sweat, but her breath was still smooth.
On the fiftieth move, Lie Jingyun's fist showed a fleeting lag.
Gu Qingyan's eyes flashed.
Feiyan returned to Lingbu and pushed with all her strength. Her figure pulled out an afterimage on the ring, and circled to Lie Jingyun's side like a swallow flying back. She raised her right leg high, carrying the whistling wind, and slashed towards the wound on Lie Jingyun's left arm.
There is no way to avoid Lie Jingyun, so he can only deal with it forcefully.
He blocked with his left arm and punched out with his right fist at the same time, trying to exchange punches with Gu Qingyan.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Two muffled sounds sounded almost simultaneously.
Gu Qingyan's leg hit Lie Jingyun's left arm hard, causing the knife wound to split open and blood to splatter.
Lie Jingyun's right fist also hit Gu Qingyan's right shoulder firmly.
They both retreated at the same time.
Gu Qingyan took five steps back, feeling a sharp pain in her right shoulder, making it difficult to lift her entire arm.
Lie Jingyun took seven steps back, his left arm hanging limply by his side, blood dripping from his fingertips onto the table, and the color of his lips had faded.
"Come again!"
Lie Jingyun shouted loudly and pounced on him again.
This time he didn't keep it.
The punches were like a sudden rain, the energy surged, and he poured out the last few moves of the Gale Fist without any reservation.
Gu Qingyan was forced to retreat continuously.
She could feel that this was Lie Jingyun's last ditch effort.
His boxing skills were messed up.
Like a seriously injured tiger, it uses its last breath to swing its claws at the enemy.
Gu Qingyan did not forcefully answer.
She just hides.
Feiyan walked back and forth on the ring like a butterfly walking through flowers, erratic and light. Although Lie Jingyun's punch was fierce, it was still missing by half an inch.
The eleventh punch.
The twelfth punch.
The thirteenth punch.
Lie Jingyun's punches became slower and slower, and his footwork became more and more chaotic.
His pupils began to dilate, obviously reaching their limit.
At this moment, Gu Qingyan moved.
She no longer hides.
Taking advantage of the moment when Lie Jingyun's fist was still weak and his body was leaning forward, she cut in from the side and slapped her right leg on the crook of Lie Jingyun's knee like a whip.
Lie Jingyun knelt down on one knee.
Gu Qingyan kicked him in the back again.
Lie Jingyun suddenly fell to the ground.
The referee quickly stepped forward to check.
Lie Jingyun lay on the ground with his forehead pressed against the countertop. After a long while, he turned over and faced the sky, breathing heavily with a wry smile on his lips.
"I surrender."
He said, his voice hoarse, with a hint of relief.
"Flying Swallow Martial Hall, Gu Qingyan wins!"
There was a wave of applause in the stands.
The disciples of the Flying Swallow Martial Hall were so excited that they danced with joy.
Shui Qingqian sat in the stands and closed her eyes. When she opened them again, her eyes were a little red.
Gu Qingyan slowly walked down the ring and walked to the Zhao Clan Martial Hall stand. She suddenly stopped and glanced at Jiang Fa.
Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just nodded slightly and turned away.
At that glance, Jiang Fa understood.
meaning,
If there is still a chance, I will win it back.
He smiled and didn't take it to heart.
At the end of the third competition, the three people's points were as follows: Gu Qingyan won one, Lie Jingyun won one and lost one, and Fang Chao lost one.
According to the rules, Fang Chao fought with Lie Jingyun first, and Lie Jingyun won. Then Lie Jingyun fought with Gu Qingyan, and Gu Qingyan won.
This round of rankings: Gu Qingyan is first, Lie Jingyun is second, and Fang Chao is third.
However, Gu Qingyan has not yet played against Fang Chao. According to the rules, the ranking cannot be determined directly based on the relationship between victory and defeat. It still needs to be completed in the final round.
"The last game, Flying Swallow Martial Hall, Gu Qingyan, the other party is facing each other. If Gu Qingyan wins, Gu Qingyan will be first, Lie Jingyun will be second, and Fang Chao will be third. If Fang Chao wins, then each of the three will win one game. The calculation must be based on the relationship between victory and defeat and points."
The referee announces the rules.
Fang Chao stood up.
His chest was still wrapped in white cloth, and his face was as pale as paper, but his eyes were still stubborn.
Gu Qingyan looked at Fang Chao opposite and sighed softly, "Can you still fight?"
"Yes."
Fang Chao only said one word.
Gu Qingyan stopped asking any more questions.
The two stood facing each other, and the referee ordered the flag to fall.
Fang Chao drew his sword.
Left-handed knife.
The sword was as bright as snow, faster, more ruthless, and more deadly than before.
Regardless of the injury on his chest, he tried his best with every blow, never leaving Gu Qingyan's vitals.
Gu Qingyan's Feiyan Flying Back Movement was operating to the extreme. The emerald green figure shuttled in the light of the sword, like a small boat in the strong wind. It seemed that it might capsize at any time, but it could always avoid the blade edge.
But Fang Chao's sword skills indeed exceeded everyone's expectations.
The knife in his left hand was faster and more cunning than his right hand, and the strokes were completely opposite. Each knife struck from an unexpected angle, making Gu Qingyan extremely awkward.
The two fought fiercely for thirty moves, but Gu Qingyan failed to take any advantage.
"This Fang Chao is also a genius. If he hadn't been seriously injured, it's hard to say who would win."
Someone in the stands sighed.
Jiang Fa's eyes are fixed on the ring.
He could see clearly that although Gu Qingyan had a narrow escape, her physical advantage was gradually expanding.
Fang Chao's sword has slowed down.
His injuries were too severe.
Sure enough, on the fiftieth move, Fang Chao's sword force showed obvious stagnation.
Gu Qingyan seized this opportunity.
She flashed forward, flying past Fang Chao like a swallow darting through the forest. She kicked her right leg back, hitting Fang in the middle of the back.
Fang Chao threw himself forward and fell heavily onto the ring. The thick-backed knife in his hand slipped several feet away.
He struggled to stand up, but this time, his body could no longer support him.
With his arms stretched halfway, he suddenly smiled.
The smile was a little desolate.
"That's all."
He turned over, lying on his back, and waved his hand to Gu Qingyan.
"I surrender."
The referee stepped forward to confirm and then announced.
"Flying Swallow Martial Hall, Gu Qingyan wins!"
At this point, the last three places in the top ten of the martial arts competition have been officially determined.
Gu Qingyan finished eighth, Lie Jingyun ranked ninth, and Fang Chao ranked tenth.
"Based on the relationship between victory and defeat, the three of them have the same points. Gu Qingyan beat Lie Jingyun and Fang Chao, ranking first with two wins. Lie Jingyun beat Fang Chao and lost to Gu Qingyan, with one win and one loss second. Fang Chao ranked last with two losses.
So Gu Qingyan is eighth, Lie Jingyun is ninth, and Fang Chao is tenth."
In the stands, the comments from all walks of life gradually subsided.
In the center of the school field, Meng Qiuran once again stood on the viewing platform and announced that today's schedule was over and the top seven matches would be held in three days.
Jiang Fa stood up with the crowd and was about to leave when he suddenly felt a cold gaze falling on him.
He turned back subconsciously.
The crowd was bustling, and at the exit of the school ground, Rogue Cultivator named Lu Jiu was walking out slowly.
He did not look back, but Jiang Fa was very sure that the line of sight just now came from this person.
"Senior Brother Jiang, what's wrong?"
Tang Jin'er noticed something strange about him and asked in a low voice.
Jiang Fa shook his head. "It's okay, let's go."