Pa Ya saw stars and her head buzzed. She didn't know what was going on, but she felt herself fly up and then fall outside the field with a thud. Her head was shaken again.
When she woke up and looked at the situation, she was stunned.
Why is Zhang Xing so far away from me?
No, I was knocked out of the arena.
How is this possible?
She thought about it again. Yes, I was knocked out of the arena with a huge magic arrow!
Fortunately, I have the protection of my magic robe. Otherwise, I would have been knocked out like the other students.
I lost just like that?
She was unwilling, but she couldn't shamelessly rush over to Zhang Xing.
She couldn't do such a thing that would ruin her image as a lady.
She stomped her foot angrily and walked back to her seat. Her good impression of Zhang Xing was gone in an instant.
She hated and hated him to the core!
Everyone was dumbfounded by what they saw.
The image of the two-foot-thick magic arrow still lingered in their minds.
All the top-notch bigwigs, including the Emperor, had strange expressions on their faces.
Damn, the magic arrow could be used like that. It could be used as a stick, a hammer, or an axe!
Today was an eye-opener for him. As expected of a prodigy that was hard to come by in ten thousand years.
Zhang Xing didn't use his full strength. He estimated that it would be enough to knock Patta away. It was a competition, not a fight to the death.
There were only two people left who could fight him. He looked at Hans. I'm the boss. You'll have to go first.
Hans really didn't want to fight. Zhang Xing was too much of a monster. He had all kinds of knowledge, martial arts, and dragons. How could he fight him?
But he had no choice but to fight. His classmates were all watching, and so were the clan elders in the audience.
If he admitted defeat, his status in their eyes would be … reduced by one …
He stood up reluctantly and walked slowly to the arena. He stood about two meters away from Zhang Xing.
The first few waves of people were six meters away. It was convenient for both him and Zhang Xing. He had to change his strategy.
The distance of two meters and the speed of the Warrior should be enough to make Zhang Xing wary.
That's right, Hanses was also a cultivator of both magic and martial arts, and had also reached the Early Combat King realm. However, his martial skill was one level higher than Dodeli's.
Obviously, he couldn't win with magic. That kid was too fast. If he used martial arts at close range, he might still have a chance to win.
Even if he couldn't win, it would still be a draw if both sides suffered heavy injuries. That would still be acceptable in front of everyone.
"Junior Brother Zhang Xing, our friendship comes first. Please show mercy …"
Before he could finish his sentence, he felt as if someone had grabbed him by the neck. His voice was stuck in his throat, and he swallowed the last word.
His face turned from red to white, from white to green, and finally to purple.
The scene in front of him began to spin, and Zhang Xing's figure also became a row.
I … What's wrong with me?
At the same time, he heard a thump, and then … he fainted.
You … You're despicable. Sneak attack … You didn't use magic arrows!
This was the cry in his heart, but unfortunately, he couldn't say it out loud.
What was going on?
In the audience, the elders of the Hans family were still waiting for him to show his invincible strength. They had just softly praised him, and heard his humble voice.
But, in the blink of an eye, he was knocked out of the arena. What happened?
A few elders were so angry that their beards stood up. They were about to go crazy.
"You idiot, you're a cultivator of both magic and martial arts. At such a close distance, you should be able to knock down Zhang Xing with a single punch. But, you were sneak-attacked!"