Chapter 179: Ula!

In the gym, with more than 50 minutes of time slowly passing away, the individual fighting competition came to an end, and only the last two groups of students did not participate.

In the whole game, except for two students with a normal training system, who unexpectedly defeated their opponents, the students of the base were generally at a disadvantage.

The score of the two sides has reached 11:7.

The Russian side won eleven people, all of whom were top talented.

Seven people won on their side, except for Luo Fei and Zhou Hai, who had not yet participated, the remaining four top talent flight students all won, one student with excellent talent, and two students from the normal system.

"Bang!"

In the ring, the Russian student wearing protective gear exuding a fierce aura landed on his own student's chest with a punch, and huge kinetic energy poured into his body.

The student of Base 38 who was fighting against him staggered and immediately took a few steps back.

"Drop!" Under the ring, the countdown to the game reaches zero.

The base officer in charge of serving as the referee, with complicated eyes and a slight sadness in his heart, announced the result of the game: "The game is over, No. 37 scored 9 points and won, No. 39 and No. 40 played." ”

Next to him, the Russian officer, who also served as the referee, repeated this statement.

The score of the two sides has reached 12:7.

In individual fighting competitions, only the last group remains.

"It's your turn, brother." Li Guanfeng, who won, came to Zhou Hai's side, holding a set of armor in his hand, with a serious face, and encouraged.

After taking the armor, Zhou Hai nodded silently and put on it silently.

"Ahh

The Russian trainee, with the number 39 on his chest, climbed into the ring, shook it from side to side, slapped his chest with both hands, roared around, and finally raised his right hand: "Ula!" ”

"Ulla!"

"Ulla!"

"Ulla!"

Suddenly, there was a roar like a tide in the gym, and the Russian students roared in unison, which shook people's hearts.

Off the field, the faces of many of their own students changed.

"No. 40, come on!" Li Guanfeng raised his head slightly and roared loudly.

"No. 40, come on!"

"No. 40, come on!"

The roar of encouragement belonging to their own side sounded, and the momentum was no different from that of the Russian students.

"Victory, ours!" The No. 39 Russian student hammered his chest with both fists, like a gorilla on the screen, showing a provocative look to Zhou Hai.

Hearing this person's provocative color, Zhou Hai wanted to speak, but the content of Li Fu's teaching came to his mind - don't be in the limelight.

The clenched fist slowly loosened, and the counter-words that had been thought of in his mind disappeared, and everything was silent.

Calm, indifferent.

"Hello."

Zhou Hai entered the ring in a normal way and greeted the No. 39 Russian student in front of him with a polite smile.

Treat your friends as warmly as you do in spring.

"Hello."

Seeing Zhou Hai so polite, the No. 39 Russian student was stunned, the provocative look on his face gradually receded, he took a deep breath and saluted.

Zhou Hai smiled at the Russian student: "I want to win this game, my master wants me to win, I'm sorry." ”

"Win? Victory belongs to me......" The Russian students reacted and immediately raised their momentum.

"Are you ready?" The officers of the base and the officers of the Russian side cross-questioned Zhou Hai and No. 39.

His eyes were as eternal as the starry sky, and Zhou Hai nodded: "Ready." ”

"No problem." The Russian cadets responded loudly.

"Okay, it's game on." After receiving the reply of the contestants, the two officers gave instructions for the start of the race at the same time.

Off the field, the digital timer counts down.

Without hesitation, Zhou Hai stepped on the regular fighting pace, did not engage in bells and whistles, approached the No. 39 student quickly or slowly, and waved his fist with his right hand.

When student No. 39 saw this scene, he was stunned and hurriedly retreated.

This doesn't play according to the routine?

How can you just come up and do it?

Don't need to observe your opponent's?

"Bang!"

Just as Trainee No. 39 was about to retreat, his right fist accelerated strangely and fell straight to his chest, making a noise.

A sense of insignificant power was transmitted to No. 39 through the protective suit.

"Huh?" Being concentrated by a punch, the No. 39 student was stunned for a moment, a little confused, but he did not hesitate and immediately prepared to fight back.

This guy doesn't have as much power as me!

"One point!" The officers at the base immediately became excited and recorded the results.

"Whoosh!" His eyes locked on Zhou Hai's chest, and his right hand clenched his fingers into a fist, accumulating strength, and slammed out, accumulating a sharp fist wind.

This punch is full of force.

Zhou Hai's face was indifferent, and he easily dodged this extremely fast fist, and his hands seemed to be like pear blossom needles in a rainstorm, waving quickly, pointing directly at No. 39's chest.

Attack.

A tidal wave of attacks.

"Bang bang bang!" In an instant, just as the No. 39 student swung his fist, Zhou Hai had already punched several times.

Not too much, not too fast, because the referee will be dazzled.

When the officer at the base saw this scene, he excitedly said: "Five points! ”

A round of attacks, five points, plus the initial punch, for a total of six points.

After gaining the score advantage, Zhou Hai did not continue to attack, but fell into a grappling state with No. 39, waiting for the countdown to the game to end.

Now, for number 39, the situation is a little weird.

No matter how he swung his fist, he couldn't hit Zhou Hai, and the guy in front of him was as nimble as a monkey.

One point!

Not even a single valid score.

"Drop!" Soon after, the countdown reaches zero and the game ends.

"At the end of the game, No. 40 won, the Russian team has 12 points, and our team has 8 points." The officers at the base looked excited and loudly announced the results of the game.

The Russian officer, who had a somewhat bad face, glared at No. 39 fiercely, and then reluctantly announced the results of the game.

Zhou Hai, like a noble and elegant gentleman, withdrew his fist and smiled at the No. 39 Russian student: "Thank you for your humility." ”

The words fell, and he turned to leave.

"Roar!"

The students on the side of the base immediately cheered and boiled.

At the last minute, the number 40 pulled a point back for them.

"I ......" No. 39 was in a state of confusion, looked at Zhou Hai who was leaving, and then looked at his own team that fell silent, a little at a loss.

Li Fu looked at Zhou Hai, who had won, and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, this kid is not angry with me." ”

"Old squad leader, what did you say?" Fan Erqing, who was standing next to him, was a little puzzled.

"Fuck off." Li Fu said unceremoniously.

The words fell, and he left.

Fan Erqing was a little stunned: "I ......"

"He's in form again?" The student Jin Diao's face was gloomy, recalling Zhou Hai's performance in the ring just now, and thinking silently.

At the end of the individual combat competition, the final candidates for the next free air combat session were decided - 12 from the Russian side and 8 from their own side.

The first day of the competition came to an end.

In the evening, the contestants from both sides had their own meals, returned to their dormitories, and began to discuss tactics and think about how to fight tomorrow's free air battle.