"The End of the Apocalypse III Magical Endpoint War"

---"Seven Chapters"

"Oh, come on, Xingchen."

Ida clapped his hands, and made a trumpet-shaped gesture, and his mouth shouted and cheered from the trumpet-shaped gesture.

"Shut up, stinking Ida."

Han Xueyin slapped Yida in the head.

Ida immediately touched his slapd head and smiled loudly, but he did not refute Han Xueyin.

Instead, he quietly looked at the stars in front of him and were dancing on the stage.

After bowing to each other, the two opened the bag with the wooden knife hanging on their shoulders, pulled the wooden knife out of the bag in their hands, and threw the bag off the stage.

The two of them who didn't even say compliments took the training ground as a real battlefield.

He rushed towards the other party with the wooden knife in his hand.

The two waved their swords and collided violently, making uninterrupted sounds.

A minute has passed.

Two minutes passed.

Three minutes passed.

Four minutes passed.

Five minutes have passed.

They are still constantly consuming each other's physical strength, looking for the best opportunity to knock the wooden knife away in their hands.

During the five-minute collision, the two of them didn't say a word. The stage was filled with the sound of their wooden swords colliding, and the drops of sweat that were so fast that they couldn't see the way of the wooden swords.

The originally somewhat joyful Kendo Department instantly became solemn.

Everyone stared at the stage, and wherever the wooden knife went, was where everyone's eyes gathered.

The audience in the audience seemed to have taken ecstasy, shook their heads desperately, and their expressions were very serious, for fear of missing any wonderful attacks. Maybe the match between the two of them would decide the outcome in the moment when they did not notice it.

"Woo!!!"

The audience spoke in unison with amazing tone and the same words.

The two swords on the stage collided and began to change instantly.

Luo Xingchen used an arm to block the wooden sword in front of the wooden sword and took the attack.

He blocked Mu Dao with his hands and guessed that Cheng Haitang was about to take the opportunity to knock the wooden knife in Luo Xingchen's hand, but Xingchen saw it through and took it away.

The two began to fight hard again, and head-on.

Xingchen deliberately let go of the wooden knife in his hand. The slack Cheng Haitang thought he had won, and a gap began to appear.

He aimed at the loose wooden knife and was about to knock the fallen wooden knife away from Xingchen's hand.

However, Xingchen, with the strength he had cut hard, gently stepped on the tip of the wooden knife, turned over and fought behind Cheng Haitang.

The moment he straightened his legs, hooked Cheng Haitang's left shoulder, threw him to the ground, grabbed the wooden knife behind him, which was about to fall to the ground and lose the game in a second, and then kicked Cheng Haitang off from the stage.

Cheng Haitang rolled down from the stage, and the wooden knife also dropped on the ground with a "bang".

But the audience was still quiet, the atmosphere was very strange, and there was no cheer.

"Hmph, I lost, Xingchen, you really saw through my plan twice."

"For the first time, if I blocked the wooden sword with my arm, I would probably be knocked away by you! The second time, if I don't kick you off the stage, I will probably lose the next second. You will definitely find a way to get the wooden sword that was knocked back or snatch my wooden sword to decide my success or failure. After all, the winning and losing rules do not say that it cannot be snatched, and it is even more so on the battlefield. It is very important to adapt to the situation. In fact, I just made this clever use of this, so I won it not be very glorious."

Xingchen, who put the wooden knife on his shoulder, looked at Cheng Haitang who was turning over and standing up from the stage, and was humming and smiling and looking at himself.

"Lost means losing. What's the point of just being justified? You are a very worthy opponent I respect. Congratulations to Xingchen, you won!"

Cheng Haitang stretched out his right hand, and Xingchen immediately jumped off the stage. After holding Cheng Haitang's stretched out hand, cheers and applause were heard in the audience.

"Oh! It's great, it's wonderful."

"Stars are so good!"

"Come on Cheng Haitang, you won't be unfair to lose. Let's continue to compete with him next time and defeat him!"

"Come on! Oh, huh!"

They were all cheering for the wonderful duels made by these two teenagers.

The referee on the referee's stand blew a whistle.

The hand with the wooden knife gestured slid straight down from a high place.

"I announce that this game will be won by Luo Xingchen!"

The cheers became louder and tidy.

"Now start the rest time. All students, go and prepare for the next game. The rest time is fifteen minutes."

After listening to it, everyone left the Kendo Department one after another.

Yitian and Han Xueyin went to the bathroom. Luo Xingchen took out a dry towel from the right side of the bag where the wooden knife was placed, hung it around his neck, then put the wooden knife back into the bag and hung it on his shoulder, and then walked towards the water dispenser next to the storage room.

He came to the water dispenser to pick up the water, took the water with both hands and hit it on his face, and wiped the sweat from the exercise with a towel.

At this time, an explosion sounded from the door of the storage room next to it, and a girl broke through the door and fainted on the ground.

"Hey, are you okay? Hello... wake up, this classmate..."
Chapter completed!