dognovel Chapter 158 Song Yuan vs. Jia Zhengliang
Chapter 158 Song Yuan vs. Jia Zhengliang
The competition on the second day was held as scheduled.
The largest training ground was divided into 10 small training grounds.
In each small martial arts arena, two people fight against each other.
If you accidentally fall off the training ground, you will fail.
If you are seriously injured, it is considered a failure.
But you can't kill anyone, you can only do it to a certain extent.
Song Yuan was facing Jia Zhengliang, the only one who got the upper hand in the original plot.
In the original story, everyone fought to the death.
But only Jia Zhengliang got the first blood and 500 yuan.
Although Feng Shayan also obtained the same first blood in theory, she did not get any money.
Only Jia Zhengliang got the money.
So Jia Zhengliang is different.
Song Yuan hadn't expected it to be Jia Zhengliang, and after Jia Zhengliang came on stage, he kept making phone calls. It was indeed his mother who called:
"Oh hey, Mom's in the middle of a game... Can we talk later?"
"I'm dressed, but it's still hot here. Why do I need to wear autumn clothes?"
"I've brought my autumn clothes, don't worry, I won't catch a cold. I still have a competition to do, so just take a good look at me."
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The fat Taoist priest next to him couldn't stand it any longer: "Brother, can you be faster? Let's start the fight quickly. Why are you constantly on the phone?"
Jia Zhengliang looked up at him and held the phone further away: "Can we start the fight?"
"Of course, let's get started." The Taoist nodded.
At this time, Jia Zhengliang looked in the direction of Song Yuan, but he still didn't put down the phone. He took the knife and threw it in the direction of Song Yuan.
However, Song Yuan didn't look at anything and just threw his knife away.
Jia Zhengliang: That was just a small flying knife.
When the small flying knife touched Song Yuan's knife, it suddenly split in half.
However, the two halves did not fall to the ground. After all, Jia Zhengliang was also an object controller, so the two halves of the knife floated in the air. For a moment, Jia Zhengliang didn't know what to say.
"Mom, I'll be back soon, don't worry about me." As Jia Zhengliang spoke, he took out three more knives from his waist.
This time, the three knives rushed directly towards Song Yuan, while the broken knife fell from mid-air.
Song Yuan still looked indifferent, but Jia Zhengliang was furious.
I really didn't expect that my knife was not worth mentioning in front of Song Yuan, and I don't know what the knife in Song Yuan's hand is made of.
If it weren't inappropriate, Jia Zhengliang would even want to shout and say that Song Yuan cheated.
But Jia Zhengliang also quickly spoke to his mother at this time: "Mom, I have something else to do here, so I'll hang up first."
But he couldn't hang up.
Because after Jia Zhengliang finished saying this, the mother on the other side seemed anxious: "Don't come, don't come. I don't have anything to do. I just want to compete with others. That's why I said I wanted to hang up. Right, right, you can't say you want to hang up first. Then, mom, please hang up your phone first. I still have to compete."
Jia Zhengliang is definitely a mama's boy, I've been saying this for a long time.
However, when Jia Zhengliang regained consciousness, he found that the fat Taoist priest who had spoken to him before was standing in front of him again: "Are you done yet? You don't even have a knife anymore. Are you going to fight back? If you don't, can the other party kick you down?"
Jia Zhengliang's face changed.
In fact, many people are paying attention to Song Yuan. After all, many people want to see how Song Yuan scored so many points in the previous two games.
When they saw Jia Zhengliang being absent-minded, they thought that Jia Zhengliang might have signed some special agreement with Song Yuan. Jia Zhengliang might not want to compete with Song Yuan at all. Isn't this a match-fixing?
So when the fat Taoist priest scolded Jia Zhengliang, the spectators beside him also shouted:
"If you don't want to play, just jump down immediately."
"Are you going to play the game or are you going to call your mom?"
"Are you a mama's boy? Are you a mama's boy? You're still wearing autumn clothes in this weather? Is it that exaggerated?"
"That's right, if you don't want to play, get out of here quickly. We still have other games to watch."
"Stop whining and get down quickly."
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Jia Zhengliang didn't expect that so many people would urge him to go down quickly, and his face turned pale for a moment. Of course, the reason why he looked ugly was not because so many people were scolding him, but because his mother seemed to have heard it.
Sure enough, Jia Zhengliang's mother scolded him, and Jia Zhengliang quickly said, "You don't need to come to see me. They are not bullying me. I just want to play the game. Yeah, okay, okay, I'll talk to you after the game."
When Jia Zhengliang said this, he threw another 6 daggers into the field. Then, before his mother hung up the phone, Jia Zhengliang continued to throw daggers.
Control 9 at a time.
This is certainly not Jia Zhengliang's limit.
Jia Zhengliang can even control 12 flying knives while talking on the phone.
No distractions at all.
However, just as Jia Zhengliang was admiring himself, even making a phone call to install the database and thinking that he would soon receive exclamations from the onlookers, he was patted on the shoulder by the Taoist priest next to him. Jia Zhengliang looked up in the direction of the Taoist priest in confusion.
The Taoist priest's face was very kind. He pointed to the center of the field and said, "Are you really controlling the object? You're throwing a flying knife at someone else's knife. Are you doing this on purpose?"
Jia Zhengliang looked towards Song Yuan with a confused look on his face.
However, the first thing he saw was the knife floating in front of Song Yuan.
The knife was floating in the air, and floating around it were all broken daggers.
All the daggers that Jia Zhengliang had just thrown out were broken and floated in the air without falling.
"We in Jiajia Village make all kinds of knives every year. This is what we do. The knives in our Jiajia Village are very sharp and very strong. How can your knife break my knife?" Jia Zhengliang was so furious that he didn't even say anything on the phone this time and just hung up.
He now dares to bear his mother's anger, but he will never accept such a result. This is simply bullying.
This is simply rubbing his IQ into the ground.
"That's not fair," Jia Zhengliang suddenly said, "You're using such a fine knife against me. Even if you can control it, so what? Your victory is unfair."
Song Yuan glanced at him and stretched out his hand towards the fat Taoist priest: "Give me one of the weapons you use here, or chopsticks will do."
The fat Taoist priest didn't understand, but he offered the chopsticks he used to eat lunch.
Song Yuan held the chopsticks and waved provocatively: "Come on, let's try again."