Chapter 13, Xingyiquan, Swallows Copy Water!

Zhao Zehai was taken aback.

Because when Chen Yu put away the smile on his face and got serious, he looked so much like Chen Yuan.

Zhao Zehai, who was in a daze for a while, was seized by Chen Yu.

call--

A bloody high kick was hitting his forehead.

Zhao Zehai's expression froze.

Even if Chen Yu's evaluation of Zhao Zehai is average, it is only Chen Yu's evaluation. Zhao Zehai's actual combat ability is several times stronger than that of Zhang Yuanyuan and others.

In an instant, Zhao Zehai took a step back, dodging the high kick.

"150 blood energy?"

Zhao Zehai grinned.

"It turns out that this is the upper limit of your blood energy."

"Although it's not high, but combined with your fighting ability that is higher than the average person, it really makes me happy."

Facing Chen Yu's surprise attack, Zhao Zehai not only didn't panic, but showed a satisfied expression.

brush!

But just when Zhao Zehai thought he had dodged Chen Yu's first move.

There was a sudden blow to his right shoulder.

Chen Yu's kick was no ordinary high kick.

It is a line-changing kick that is difficult to defend in actual combat.

That is to say, the angle will be changed and multiple consecutive kicks will be performed.

boom!

Zhao Zehai suffered from pain in his right shoulder.

Step back.

"Are you happy this time?"

Chen Yu asked.

Then without giving Zhao Zehai a chance to answer, he quickly stepped forward, turned around, and swung his whip to the right!

Snapped!

There was a crisp sound.

This kick hit Zhao Zehai's defensive right arm.

Zhao Zehai was in pain, but he had to defend himself.

On the one hand, he wondered why it hurt so much when he hit himself with 150 HP.

On the other hand, Chen Yu was surprised that Chen Yu's leg whip was so fast.

Chen Yu's continuous leg whip was extremely fast. If Zhao Zehai didn't defend himself, even if he took a move, he would be caught in the gap.

Then there was such a strange scene.

Chen Yu only used 150 HP to suppress Zhao Zehai.

Continuous leg whip.

Coupled with the changing line kick that constantly changes the attack route.

Sweep low, sweep mid, sweep high, and sweep up.

Zhao Zehai couldn't find a chance to fight back at all, and was beaten by Chen Yu!

"f**k!"

Someone in the audience gasped in amazement.

f**k you, that's the best compliment to Chen Yu.

"Chen Yu can win?"

"I don't know if I will win or not, but Chen Yu is the only one who can beat Qingxuan high school warriors in a fight from the very beginning."

"Have you noticed that Chen Yu's blood energy is actually 150!"

"I've discovered it a long time ago, but it's not surprising. On the eve of the college entrance examination, there will be a sprint. Ma Tao took the blood energy pill, and Chen Yu probably took it too."

"I remember that Chen Yu's family is not bad. His father is the captain of the martial arts team, and he can eat blood pills as he pleases."

"It can't be said that you can eat it casually, after all, it costs hundreds of thousands."

"However, no matter what, Chen Yu only has 150 blood gas, and 150 blood gas can beat 300 blood gas?"

"Let's read on. It's probably just a sneak attack that gained the upper hand. Once Zhao Zehai finds an opportunity, the scene will be different."

"..."

Not only are they talking about Chen Yu.

Chen Yuan, who was sitting on the sidelines, never let down the surprise in his eyes.

But different from the surprise of others.

Chen Yuan's brows were always furrowed.

He watched Chen Yu's battle, and muttered to himself: "It seems that Zhao Zehai can't make you realize the reality and give up the path of being a warrior."

"This bad guy, I'm the only one to be."

...

"roll!"

boom!

Zhao Zehai finally couldn't bear it anymore and forcibly used his blood energy, and his right arm directly blocked Chen Yu's side kick.

The collision between the blood energy and the blood energy, the arm and the shin of the calf directly exploded a layer of air waves visible to the naked eye.

There was a popping sound.

Chen Yu accepts as soon as he sees a deal.

Quickly took two steps on the back legs, and opened the distance between Zhao Zehai and Zhao Zehai.

This is Chen Yu's battle plan.

Keep a distance from Zhao Zehai, and don't engage in hand-to-hand combat with him.

It's not because Zhao Zehai's boxing skills are very strong.

It was because of Zhao Zehai's poor footwork.

The reason why Chen Yu was able to suppress Zhao Zehai with 150 HP.

One is because of primary legwork.

Basic martial arts that are more advanced than basic legwork.

It allows him to kick the whip faster, and his footsteps can be steady and fast, without giving Zhao Zehai any gaps and leeway.

He could only use his blood energy to forcibly interrupt Chen Yu's combo.

In the end, only Zhao Zehai could lose.

The second reason is that Zhao Zehai's footsteps are so poor that Chen Yu can't look directly at them.

This is why Chen Yu rated Zhao Zehai as "average".

If it weren't for his 300 blood energy.

Chen Yu even wanted to rate Zhao Zehai as "poor".

150 blood is enough to deal with Zhao Zehai.

"It hurts, right?"

Chen Yu asked with a smile.

Zhao Zehai didn't speak.

But his blood has already begun to release.

Being forced by an "ordinary warrior" with 150 HP within a few strokes to release his Blood Qi.

Zhao Zehai felt ashamed.

His arms were trembling slightly at this moment.

Not because of anger.

It hurts.

It does hurt.

The forearm is not as rigid as the tibia.

The impact just now made his arm still a little numb.

Zhao Zehai said in a hoarse voice: "You are indeed beyond my expectation."

"but..."

"A friend of mine said that no matter how good a martial skill is, it needs blood to support it. After all, you only have 150 blood."

"It's just a slightly more powerful dish."

"When I say abuse, I mean abuse."

"..."

Chen Yu sighed: "Aside from being noisy, you are also stubborn."

"Whether you are hard-spoken or not, you have to wait until you have tried this trick before judging." Zhao Zehai had already let out his blood at this time.

With more than 300 blood energy, Chen Yu felt a sharp breath.

Chi!

There was a sound of piercing the air.

I saw that Zhao Zehai's hands turned into knives, and he rowed towards Chen Yu.

Xingyiquan.

Yan type.

Swallows copy water.

Chen Yu's eyes instantly became serious.

"Well done!"