In the dimly lit training hall, two ventilators were turning tirelessly.
Sunlight is projected from the gaps between the ventilation fan pages, and the shadows and light on the white walls are constantly interweaving and changing.
The students in the room looked at the two people standing opposite each other in the arena with expressions on their faces like they had eaten shit. The reversal just happened was too fast, and they couldn't react very well until now.
Shao Zifeng, who was standing behind Tan Yingwei, was gasping for breath, and sweat kept dripping down his cheeks. The previous knife burst out with full force, draining the last trace of energy in his body. At this time, his right hand holding the knife trembled slightly, as if the mountain knife was heavier than a thousand ounces.
pat!
The dark red blood beads slid down from the trembling tip of the knife, splashing a crystal blood flower on the ring.
The students onlookers suddenly became smart when they saw the blood flower, and their expressions suddenly became very panic.
"It's hurt, Brother Tang is hurt."
"Quick, quick, what are you screaming, go get the gauze and disinfectant soon."
"Is it serious or not, should I call an ambulance?"
The noise sounded, and Shao Zifeng came back to his senses like an electric shock. He quickly turned around to look, and saw that Tan Yingwei's ribs had been stained red with blood, and it was spreading down.
The surrounding students and retired soldiers were scrambling to climb the ring. Shao Zifeng took a few steps forward to help him, but was pushed aside.
"and many more!"
At this moment, Tan Yingwei suddenly waved his hand to stop the crowd. He lowered his head and looked at his rib in fascination, and stretched out a large rough hand to wipe the blood from the wound.
However, the speed of the blood flowing there is much faster than the speed of his wiping, and there is often blood gushing out immediately after wiping it off.
On the yellow and white arena floor, blood spots were soon splattered everywhere.
Seeing that the blood was flowing more and more, Tan Yingwei was still wiping, and the people around were going crazy.
"Tan Zi, let us treat your wound first."
"Yeah, Brother Tan, what are you doing?"
"If you continue to flow like this, everyone will be cold."
"Don't move, the big things are just here, just be normal." Tan Yingwei waved his hand to stop the crowd again. He couldn't wipe off the blood, so Index pressed his fingers on the wound and groped for something. While groping, he muttered, "1, 2, 3."
The blood that overflowed at this time had dyed the overalls into dark green, but he counted it again without realizing it.
His eyes became brighter and brighter, and his gaze crossed the crowd and fell on Shao Zifeng's face. He grinned and revealed a big smile: "Hey, boy, it's done!"
"What happened?" Shao Zifeng was attracted by his pale face, but did not react for a while.
"Quick knife!" Tan Yingwei squeezed away the crowd and walked towards him ecstatically, leaving a dazzling shoe print at every step: "Three knives, you slashed me three times just now, it's done, it's really done. !Hahaha!"
"That. Let's talk about it later, you can deal with the wound first." Shao Zifeng looked at Tan Yingwei, whose face was getting paler and paler, and felt a little guilty in his heart.
"Fart, this little injury is a fart, when I was in Montenegro. Don't talk about it." Tan Yingwei's face became even paler, he turned his wound sideways to Shao Zifeng and said proudly: "You count three knives, I Let’s just say that your 38,000 yuan is not a loss, hahaha”
"Li Tianwen, that kid still wants to use you to make things difficult for me, but he didn't teach it to me in the end, haha."
Shao Zifeng's face darkened, and he withdrew his hand that wanted to support him.
What do you mean by embarrassing you
I don't like to hear this, you take it back to me!
At this time, Tan Yingwei, who was laughing wildly, suddenly shook his head: "Why are you a little dizzy?"
Pfft!
Before he finished speaking, he sat down on the ground.
"Tanzi!"
Everyone hurriedly surrounded him, and hurriedly set him up to deal with the wound.
Shao Zifeng sighed, his pupils flashed green light, and the mist-like wood elements shuttled between his slender fingers.
"Let's let me treat him."
The student in front of him had an opinion on Shao Zifeng's hurting people. He turned his head and was about to scold him when his eyes met Shao Zifeng's gleaming green eyes.
After a little hesitation, the student chose to follow his heart and step aside honestly.
Seeing Shao Zifeng's arrival, Tan Yingwei's partner stared at him and was about to speak, when he was attracted by the wooden element in his hand, with excitement on his face: "Get out, get out of the way."
Then, under the gaze of a circle of people, Shao Zifeng pressed his hand on Tan Yingwei's wound, and the active wood element particles quickly began to repair his wound.
After waiting for the bleeding to stop, Shao Zifeng took the white gauze handed over by others and helped him wipe the plasma around the wound.
"Stopped the bleeding, really stopped!"
"I didn't expect Xiao Shao to be the 'Son of Heaven'."
"It's an old saying from more than ten years ago, but you still remember it."
Shao Zifeng ignored them and looked at the wound under Tan Yingwei's rib seriously.
cough.
The three wounds were not the cause of the massive bleeding, but each wound had some lacerations.
He subconsciously looked at his machete.
The densely packed gaps are cut out, and the wounds are all pulled out.
This has nothing to do with himself, he cut the knife himself and then injured himself indirectly.
Rounding up is that Tan Yingwei hurt himself.
Um.
There's nothing wrong with thinking that way.
wow wow wow.
Shao Zifeng raised his head, and the water from the shower washed his body. He closed his eyes and recalled the knife just now.
Through this period of training, his speed of swinging the knife has indeed improved a lot. Even if it is replaced by a whale horn, he can slash six or seven knives in three seconds, but in actual combat, he has never used it once.
The blade cut through the flesh in an instant, it was an indescribable wonderful feeling.
No wonder so many people are obsessed with cold weapons.
The imperial capital in June was a bit sultry, and Shao Zifeng changed into his clothes after taking a cold shower.
When he came out of the locker room, he found that Tan Yingwei had woken up, and was sitting on the chair right now.
He was topless, with a washed-white camouflage uniform over his shoulders, exaggerated pectoralis major muscles and a gauze-wrapped abdomen under the open camouflage uniform.
The training room was empty, and he was alone.
Tan Yingwei took out a cigarette and raised his chin at Shao Zifeng: "Going?"
"I won't smoke."
He nodded, threw the cigarette into his mouth, lit it with a lighter, and took a deep breath: "Fight well in the next game, don't embarrass us at the Tianjing Arena."
Shao Zifeng gave him a deep look and turned to leave.
"I will."
When he came out of the small building, the driver's car was already parked on the side of the road.
Shao Zifeng looked back at the familiar sign.
Ding~
Just as he was about to get into the car, the message sound suddenly rang.
"Captain, we are almost at the imperial capital, remember to treat us to a big meal!!"
"PS: Thank you for the 1500 reward of "The Way of Civil and Martial Arts", the upper limit will be waived in a few days, and it will explode when the manuscript is being deposited. The big guy with monthly tickets will vote for a little bit, and it will be completed in less than 400 pieces. It's done, and now it's a double monthly pass, thank you!"
(End of this chapter)