Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 850

"I won't!" Ma Chuyang continued running.

Liu Wu was so angry that his whole body was shaking. He felt that he was being teased and disrespected. He was about to speak when he saw Ma Chuyang's face, which was originally as beautiful as a flower, suddenly turned cold.

Those phoenix eyes were full of contempt.

As if it was an illusion, Ma Chuyang smiled and turned around to continue running.

Liu Wu had no choice but to continue chasing.

He was from Wen Cang Academy. The entire Wen Cang Academy was holding its breath and wanted to avenge the shame!

During the imperial examination, Wencang Academy was punished and became a big joke in the circle. Nowadays, when people mention them, they still say "the academy that beats people when it can't stand losing."

This time, they sent Liu Wu, who had to defeat Yunqi Academy in the competition.

It doesn't matter whether he gets the top prize or not, after all, Liu Wu's archery and horseback archery are both weak points, and he can't get many points. Looking at his current ranking of 30, you can see his level.

But fighting was his strong point, and he had to win. So when Liu Wu came up, he had the momentum of a mountain pressing down on him.

In fact, the ring was not big, and according to reason, he should have caught the person long ago. But strangely, Liu Wu couldn't catch him.

Liu Wu walked like a mountain, and with every step he took, the arena shook.

Ma Chuyang, however, was like a mouse, slithering away, light and abominable, leaving people helpless.

Liu Wu's eyes were red with anger, "Are you going to fight or not? If not, then you have to admit defeat!"

Before Ma Chuyang could reply, Tang Xinghe, who was watching the excitement on the other stage, shouted back, "Why do you admit defeat? If you want to admit defeat, then admit it!"

The examiner glared angrily, "Tang Xinghe, be quiet!"

"Oh!" Tang Xinghe sat cross-legged on his own stage, gave Ma Chuyang a thumbs up, and gave Liu Wu a thumbs down.

Ma Chuyi asked Cen Yuan, "Is this the tactic you taught me?"

Cen Yuan said, "He invented it himself. I didn't teach him to run. Do you think running doesn't take energy?"

Ma Chuyi rubbed his brows and said, "Everyone in my Ma family wins and loses fairly. How come there is such a person..."

Opportunistic!

Cen Yuan disagreed, "It doesn't matter if the cat is black or white, as long as it catches mice it's a good cat. No one says you can't run on the ring. The ring is so small, and being able to prevent others from even touching the corner of your clothes is also a skill."

Ma Chuyi was shocked, and he could smell a hint of doting from Cen Yuan's words and expression.

At this time, three incense sticks had passed.

Liu Wu knew very well that this fighting style was exactly the same as Zhao Zhui's. It was to consume physical strength and patience, and when someone got annoyed and impatient, he would strike unexpectedly.

He looked down upon this effeminate man even more and quickly calmed himself down.

He seemed to be still chasing, but in fact he had slowed down. By observing Ma Chuyang's pace and movements, he could actually see some clues.

The next moment, he predicted the opponent's movement and stepped into that position first.

Ma Chuyang was feeling proud when, with a bang, his eyes went dark and he crashed into Liu Wu's chest, which was as hard as a rock.

Liu Wu took advantage of the situation and threw a punch straight at Ma Chuyang's face.

Ma Chuyang turned his head to avoid it, but he managed to avoid his face but not his shoulder.

The man fell like a kite and was about to fly out of the ring. Ma Chuyang used his hands and feet to rub scratches on the ground.

The lower half of his body was hanging outside the ring, while the larger half was on it.

As long as you haven't fallen, you haven't lost.

But Liu Wu, the walking mountain, was already approaching, raising his fist, ready to beat the sissy dog ​​to death.

He didn't fight properly, so he had to run all over the ring and was exhausted.

He had to end this game quickly.

The fist smashed down towards the opponent's stomach, but unexpectedly, Ma Chuyang's beautiful white hands suddenly grabbed his thick wrist.