Ryuen originally thought so, but judging from the current situation, he obviously underestimated the opponent.
But precisely because of this, he had to hold Wu Yi back at all costs and completely drain his energy.
The threat level of a violent top laner who is controlled from the beginning to the end of a team fight and does nothing but stand there until he is killed is completely different from the threat level of a violent top laner who fights with the enemy to the end in a team fight and is only killed in the end!
"I'm sorry, I gave you a chance, but you guys are useless."
Wu Yi's arm muscles further tensed and he pushed outwards with brute force. Albert could no longer hold on and the human noose broke in an instant.
But that was not all. Wu Yi grabbed the latter's thick, dark arm with force, and his whole body spun counterclockwise for one and a half weeks like a windmill, along with Ishizaki who was holding his waist, and then suddenly let go.
“OHHHH…!”
His swing directly threw Albert out. The usually taciturn black man shouted all the way and flew accurately into the group of boys in Class D, knocking over four or five people before he finally stopped.
Then Wu Yi grabbed Ishizaki Daichi, who was dizzy and unstable, and pulled him off his waist with a light tug. He then threw him in the same direction again, with the same landing point and distance.
"Help!!!"
Ishizaki, flying in the air, screamed like a pig being slaughtered.
It was at this time that Albert got up from the ground. As soon as he looked up, he saw his good friend flying towards him along a familiar trajectory. Without saying a word, he took two steps and jumped into the air to catch the opponent.
"Are you ok?"
"Fine, fine..."
Without too much time to explain, Ishizaki jumped down and stood firmly on the spot.
Although Long Yuan didn't say anything, he still glanced at him from the side. After confirming that nothing was wrong, he turned his gaze to Wu Yi, who was still standing not far away with a calm face and no breath, and couldn't help but grin.
"He's such a tough guy..."
In front of him was Class A, and behind him was Class D. Wu Yi seemed to be sandwiched between the two, but he remained calm in this situation. He raised his arms again with a fearless smile on his face.
"Okay, keep on coming!"
Volume 159: Chapter 1 40v
The original situation of thirty-seven versus forty suddenly turned into one versus forty.
That is to say, it takes forty people to stop the attack of that one person. Such a scene is extremely rare in previous sports festivals... no, it should be said that it is extremely rare throughout human history.
Yes, it does exist, it’s just very rare.
For example, Xiang Yu and Zhao Yun in ancient Chinese history.
If you just listen to it as a story, most people will think it's nothing. But to compare a high school student who is only in his teens with those great enemies in human history, this is really a bit outrageous.
But this outrageous thing is happening right in front of everyone.
“Hahahaha! Come with more people! What’s going on? Is this all the backbone you have?!”
Wu Yi was surrounded by enemies, but he laughed out loud.
It was as if the person surrounded was not himself, but he was the only one who surrounded everyone else.
Every time Wu Yi took a step forward, four or five D-class students would soar into the sky, being thrown from the center of the encirclement to the edge, and then immediately caught by other C-class students nearby.
He was like a sharp sword that broke through the enemy's formation, advancing inch by inch. The number of people could only slow down his advance, but no one could really stop him.
As Wu Yi moved forward step by step, the encirclement surrounding him also retreated little by little towards the Red Army's base camp.
Everyone is constantly repeating the two things of "rushing forward" and "being thrown away".
This should be an extremely frustrating thing, but they enjoy doing it. There is only one reason for this, and that is - humans all admire the strong.
Just like the legendary Japanese "Niten Ichiryu" Miyamoto Musashi.
It is said that in history Miyamoto Musashi was just an unknown nobody at first.
But he defeated Kojiro Sasaki, who was at the peak of his career and was known as "undefeated".
So he became famous in one battle and became a great swordsman.
As long as one can kill a powerful being in the eyes of others, one can gain fame and fortune. The relationship between people is essentially a struggle, and this is the only point that has not changed from ancient times to the present.
It's just like fighting the world boss in an online game.
Although I knew that if I continued to rush forward, there was a high probability that I would be thrown away, but what if?
What if that guy happens to be out of strength? Then wouldn’t I be able to become a “dragon slayer”?
Everyone thinks so.
At first, Class D was only responsible for the attack, but as the situation progressed, many members of Class A who were supposed to be responsible for the defense also joined the "Wu Yi Offensive", leaving only a few people who were necessary to hold the pillars.
"That's right! That's it! More please!"
Wu Yi grabbed the collar of a Class C student with each hand and waved his hands in a circle. Wherever he went, people retreated and a vacuum zone with a radius of two meters was formed around him.
It's not that he was afraid of being smashed to pieces. It's not that exaggerated. Although this guy showed great courage, he was generally restrained in his attacks. At most, he would just throw the person away and make him covered in dust.
However, even if he rushed forward at this time, he would be pushed back. Besides, everyone else was retreating, so why should he still rush forward? It would be better to let him swing a few more times to consume some of his energy, and then wait for the right opportunity to take him down in one fell swoop... Well, in theory.
"The one wearing sunglasses!"
A roar was heard, and the crowd in front suddenly split to both sides, and Long Yuanxiang rushed out with disheveled hair.
Now he no longer looked like the tyrant of Class D in front of others. He was breathing heavily and looked disheveled. His sportswear was not only covered with dust, but also had many torn places, which were all caused by falling and getting up again and again.
If we were to say who was thrown out by Wu Yi the most times in the whole game, it would have to be Long Yuanxiang.
"You are really tenacious."
Wu Yi was a little surprised.
"But since we're here, let's enjoy the roller coaster again!"
As he said that, he stretched out his hand and reached out to grab Long Yuan... but he grabbed nothing.
Long Yuan's reckless charge was actually just a feint this time. He braked at the last moment and drew back before Wu Yi's fingertips touched his collar.
huh?
Wu Yi was slightly stunned. Before he could figure out what the other party was trying to do, a student from Class D flew over his shoulder from behind and came to the front.
The man was knocked flying.
By whom?
Sensing that something was wrong, Wu Yi turned around abruptly.
At the same time, a gust of strong wind blew straight at the back of my head, and the scorching sun in the sky seemed to be blocked for a moment by a passing bird.
No, it was not a flying bird. Even to be considered a flying bird it was too big.
It's Albert Yamada!
He followed Ryuen's command and lurked behind the encirclement, and rushed out like a cheetah the moment Ryuen showed his head to attract attention.
In order to implement the plan 100% and make the trick convincing enough without revealing the truth, Ryuen even didn't tell his own people.
Wu Yi naturally did not expect that he would actually do this. He was caught off guard and was locked up by Albert who suddenly dropped from the sky. He staggered all over.
"Right now! Come on, everyone!"
Someone shouted orders from the back of the crowd, and you could tell who it was without even having to hear the voice.
For a moment, all the boys in the AD class surrounding Wu Yi seemed to have been given the "F2A" command in StarCraft. They rushed forward without hesitation with gleaming eyes, and pounced on her one after another like a stack of human figures.
In everyone's eyes, Wu Yi's originally tall height suddenly became shorter, as if he could no longer bear the burden and was crushed down.
Sudo, who was in charge of the defense of the White Group's headquarters, suddenly changed his expression when he saw this.
"Oops……"
The one who contrasts with him in expression is Ryuuen.
He stood at the back of the crowd like an emperor high above, keeping a distance that was neither too close nor too far, watching all the time and allowing Wu Yi to be drowned in the crowd.
But the next second, a voice that made everyone change color sounded faintly from the bottom.
"When did you develop the illusion that numbers alone could overwhelm me?"
Boom!
There was a muffled sound and the crowd shook violently, as if a high-powered pile driver was hammering upwards from the bottom.
Boom! !
Two muffled sounds were heard, and the crowd was dispersed somewhat to the surroundings.
Boom! ! !
Three muffled thuds were heard, and the crowd was completely blown away. The visual effect was like throwing a lit firecracker into a pot of popcorn and blowing it away.
A familiar figure stood up from the ground in the posture of a Super Saiyan, muscles bulging on the exposed arms, including the face, and terrifying blue veins under the skin jumping like angry snakes.
"hiss--"
Wu Yi took a deep breath and walked to Long Yuan with a trembling step. He picked him up in front of Long Yuan's almost dull eyes and threw him hard in the direction of the red pole.
The figure cut through the sky and accurately hit the red team's pole after flying over a distance of more than ten meters.
The pole topples over and White wins.
Volume 160: Chapter 3 When he shines, everyone else is just a foil (K)
"The first round of the first-year pole-turning competition is over! The winner is the White Group!"
As the referee belatedly announced the results of the first round in a loud voice on the radio, cheers like a mountain torrent and tsunami suddenly broke out from the audience seats around the playground, rolling towards the center of the playground from all directions.
"Win... Win? We won!?"
Looking at the red team's pole falling to the ground on the green field in the distance, Sudo and other first-year students on the white team opened their mouths in disbelief.
No one could have imagined that with such an outrageous ratio of offense to defense, they could actually win the game.
No, to be precise, this has little to do with tactics. This match was purely Wu Yi's victory, a victory of the ultimate individual strength.
So this glory and this cheer naturally belong to only one person!
Wu Yi closed his eyes and raised his head, spreading his hands naturally with his palms facing upward, fully enjoying the treatment of being completely immersed in the waves of cheers.
With him as the center of the circle, the AD class red group students who had just been blown away were scattered all around, each of them struggling to support their bodies and trying to get up from the ground.
As if the atmosphere was not explosive enough, Wu Yi took off his short-sleeved shirt, revealing his sturdy and sweaty upper body.
Aaaaaaaaaaaah!
In an instant, the cheers and shouts from the girls in the audience overwhelmingly drowned out the boys' voices.
Not only first grade, but also second and third grade.
Many of the older girls with outgoing personalities took out their cell phones when they saw this scene, turned on the camera function and couldn't wait to record this moment... or simply recorded it on video.
When the shy girls saw their senior classmates doing the same, they also threw aside their so-called reserve, blushing as they muttered to themselves, "Everyone is taking pictures anyway, so I might as well take one too", and then took out their cell phones and happily took photos.
In the audience of Class C of the first year, Karuizawa Kei was also screaming, but she was not screaming because she was excited, but because she was angry.
"Damn it, those shameless women! No taking photos, no taking photos! All of you stop taking photos! Do you hear me!?"
Unable to stop the girls from other classes and other grades, the stinky little girl could only turn around and threaten the other girls in her class.
Especially people like Shinohara Satsuki and Sato Maya, who had already put their hands in their pockets to touch their phones, but when they saw their friends looking at them, they had no choice but to give up, although they were reluctant.
Otherwise it would just become “Your boyfriend is so awesome”!
This is not a good thing to do.
However, in an inconspicuous and hidden corner not far away, a red-haired girl with twin ponytails was standing shakily on a folding chair. Taking advantage of the cover of the people in front of her, she carefully aimed her expensive ultra-high-definition camera at the right position and pressed the shutter button in the blink of an eye. After confirming that the photo was taken correctly, the girl's face revealed a silent smile of satisfaction.
"Hey~"
In comparison, Kikyo Kushida's reaction was not as intense.
As someone who has not only seen the upper body, but even... carefully counted the number of eyelashes while someone was sleeping, she had already won from the beginning, and won by a lot.
As for the boyfriend being photographed, haven’t you heard this saying - admiration is the feeling that is farthest from understanding.
Horikita Suzune, who had just come out of the tent with a bottle of mineral water, naturally noticed this unusual carnival. She looked in the direction of everyone else's gaze, and then suddenly froze in place.
There was no doubt that that posture was exactly what she had always dreamed of becoming.
It is an incomparable power that is powerful enough to dominate everything.
But the person standing there at the moment was not herself. She, Horikita Suzune, was at best just one of the many spectators.
