Chapter 77 Let me go!

The No. 1 combat hall is to the north of the dormitory area, and further west is the teaching building.

It didn't take long for Su Yuan and Shang Baiyu to arrive in front of the combat hall.

This is a huge flat building with two floors, each with a height of more than sixteen meters.

The first tier, for Bronze, Silver and Gold levels.

The second floor is for use by Yaoxing and above, and ordinary students do not have the right to enter.

"The area of ​​such a large actual combat building is more than ten times larger than that of No. 4 Middle School..." Su Yuan couldn't help but smacked his lips.

Shang Baiyu smiled and said: "Of course, when you were in middle school, there were all star disciples in the school, and their lethality and scope of influence were limited.

Starting from the bronze level, the scope of the star card master's strength has greatly increased, and the requirements for the site have become higher and higher. Not only must it be spacious enough, but it must also be stronger and resistant to erosion, etc. "

Su Yuan nodded, but keenly noticed that Shang Baiyu said "your middle school" instead of "middle school", and couldn't help but feel a little confused.

"Let's go, go in and take a look!" Shang Baiyu urged excitedly.

Su Yuan thought for a moment, then walked in with Shang Baiyu without asking any more questions.

The interior of the venue looks like an enlarged version of an indoor basketball court, with stands and walkways on the periphery, and an oversized square venue in the center.

This venue was built using a mixture of first-, second- and even third-grade precious stones, and was also decorated with barriers, which cost a lot of money.

As soon as Su Yuan and the two came in, they felt violent fluctuations in star power.

"A stunning shot!"

"Fubuki second style!"

"Dangdangdang...!"

…

Many students were exchanging ideas and exchanges on the central field, and the sound of fighting was heard one after another.

Most of the onlookers stood directly on the edge of the venue or on the walkway, and many people were eager to try it.

Shang Baiyu observed for a while: "It seems that they are all ninth-level star disciples practicing."

Su Yuan nodded: "Perhaps it's because of the upcoming pre-selection challenge that the Bronze-level ones didn't take action."

"Is it a pre-selection challenge... It should be the case." Shang Baiyu thought for a moment and then understood.

There are hundreds of bronze-level students, many of whom are students who want to challenge the pre-selection of Zhuoyang-level instructors. Of course, it is not easy to expose their own strength.

In the Star Card Master's battle, hard power is of course the first priority, but intelligence is also very important.

Know yourself and the enemy, and you can fight a hundred battles without danger.

Attribute restraint, skill targeting, and tactical changes can all affect the battle situation.

In terms of skills alone, if one's usual moves and trump cards are revealed through competition, and one is challenged in the next pre-selection period, it would be a waste.

There is no absolutely invincible or perfect skill. The lower the quality of the skill, the more flaws it has and the easier it is to be targeted.

Of course, if self-confidence can overwhelm any opponent and there is an absolute strength gap, then it doesn't matter.

The two looked at each other for a while, but they didn't see anyone in particular.

Recalling Shang Baiyu's eagerness to try before, Su Yuan asked: "Baiyu, don't you go up and try?"

Shang Baiyu looked around, as if he was looking for something. Hearing this, he shook his head and said, "I don't like fighting. If I don't go, I won't go."

Su Yuan asked doubtfully: "If you don't like fighting, then you just...?"

"ah……!"

At this moment, a scream suddenly sounded not far away.

"Someone was injured by the fireball, take him to the infirmary quickly!"

"It seems to be quite serious. This arm has been burned into a pig's trotter. Hurry up!"

"..."

The injured boy's entire right arm was burned, which was indeed quite serious.

Bronze-level star card masters already have tyrannical and extraordinary power compared to ordinary people.

Even in sparring, it is not always possible to control it, and injuries are common.

Places like the combat hall are usually equipped with therapeutic teachers on duty. The infirmary of the No. 1 combat hall is right next to the stands.

The person next to the injured boy should be his roommate. He was strong and strong. He easily picked him up and headed to the infirmary together with another girl who was a little panicked.

But at this moment, Su Yuan's eyes flashed, and with a "whoosh" sound, Shang Baiyu rushed out quickly.

"Let me go!"

Shang Baiyu shouted loudly, then directly pulled the injured boy from behind his roommate and pushed him to the ground.

"What are you doing you?!"

The sturdy young man was startled and quickly came up to stop.

The girl next to her who was burned was also confused and didn't know what the situation was.

But Shang Baiyu pushed him casually, pushing the sturdy young man back a few steps and sitting on the ground.

"Don't disturb me." Shang Baiyu said without raising his head, and then smiled at the injured boy who was put down on the ground by him, "Don't move around, lest you injure your hand and end up disabled~"

Shang Baiyu said, made a seal, and then used his index finger to tap the injured boy's shoulder in a certain order.

They were all boys of seventeen or eighteen years old, young and energetic. They were pushed to the ground with so many people watching. How could their faces be so good?

"I'm going to nm..."

The sturdy young man cursed angrily and stood up. He didn't care about treatment, he was about to rush forward and fight Shang Baiyu again!

But at this moment, the sight of the sturdy young man was blurred. Su Yuan had already stood in front of him and strangled his wrist.

"Get out of my way!"

The strong young man was furious and wanted to move his arms away from the person in front of him, but the other person did not move at all.

The strong young man tried his best several times, but was unable to push Su Yuan away. Apart from being frightened, his anger level also dropped a bit.

Su Yuan smiled and said, "Let's wait and cure your friend first."

The sturdy young man glanced forward. Every time Shang Baiyu touched it with his finger, a piece of pure white plum blossom-shaped star power was attached to the injured boy's arm. It did look like some kind of treatment method.

The sturdy young man said in a deep voice: "Okay, let's wait first!"

Su Yuan nodded, let go of him, and then turned around to look at Shang Baiyu who was using the healing technique, his eyes slightly condensed.

This guy has very high strength and agility...

Su Yuan remembered that Shang Baiyu had disappeared from in front of him with a sway, and then pushed the sturdy young man to the ground with a casual push, secretly thinking that the other party was indeed not simple.

The reason why I came over just now to restrain the burly young man was that Shang Baiyu had indeed started treatment, and I was able to provide a little cover.

On the other hand, it is also to personally confirm the strength of the strong young man and use it as a reference for comparison.

The strong young man was not weak in strength. Taking him as a reference, Su Yuan was quite surprised to find that Shang Baiyu's strength was probably not much different from his own.

At this moment, as Shang Baiyu placed his final touch on the back of the injured boy's palm, a total of twelve white plum blossoms spun together, and mist-like smoke spewed out from them, quickly covering the entire arm. .

"Cool……"

A cool feeling rushed over the burned arm, and the injured boy couldn't help but groan in relief.

However, after hearing this, the injured boy suddenly felt bad. He looked up and saw that the faces of the students around him were filled with laughter. The old face suddenly couldn't hold back, and he wished he could find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

Soon, the plum blossoms were exhausted, the white mist dissipated, and the injured young man's right arm returned to its normal color.

"Thank you so much!"

The injured young man stood up, waved his right arm, and found that the injury was completely healed. He couldn't help but thank Shang Baiyu gratefully.

Shang Baiyu smiled: "It's a small thing. As a healer, it is my ideal to help the world by hanging a pot and rejuvenate with magic hands!"

This scene made the surrounding students gasp in amazement.

"This is cured, and it only took a short while!"

"What a powerful healing technique, no injuries at all!"

…

At this moment, someone from another place shouted: "Someone has been chopped, come and help!"

"Coming!" Shang Baiyu responded enthusiastically, and ran over again with a "swish".

Su Yuan was speechless for a moment. How dare Bai Yu come to the actual combat hall so excitedly not because he wanted to compete on the field, but because he wanted to treat others?

It really has a "personality"!

…

At the door of the infirmary, four Yaodu students, two men and two women, were looking at Shang Baiyu who was treating the new students from a distance.

"That new healing technique seems a bit powerful, doesn't it?"

"Well, even my intermediate hydrotherapy skills may not be able to heal that burned arm faster than his. He is still just a freshman..."

"And his healing skills are quite special."

"..."

The four students were talking to each other, very curious about this new therapist.

"Teacher Xinlan, can you tell what kind of healing skills he uses?" One of the girls turned around and asked.

The other three people also looked curiously at the mature female teacher sitting by the window.

"Bai Mei Zhi." The mature female teacher said calmly, "People from Mo Mei Valley."

"Momei Valley? I don't think I've heard of it..." The girl who asked the question looked puzzled and asked several companions in a low voice, "Do you know?"

"have no idea……"

"I haven't heard of it either, but the name sounds like it belongs to a certain gang?"

The four of them looked at Lan Xinlan and didn't dare to ask any more questions.

Lan Xinlan looked into the field through the window and saw that Shang Baiyu was treating the injured freshman very enthusiastically regardless of the size of the injury, but she couldn't help but frown slightly, and a trace of undetectable disgust flashed in his eyes.