Chapter 807

"Next, we proceed to the final round:"

"Individual combat competition."

This competition

had lasted for four hours and had reached the most critical moment. Placing every individual combat at the end was also what all the soldiers from the various provinces were most concerned about.

The rules this time had a slight change.

First, the prepared team members from the thirty-four provinces were divided into three groups.

To fight one-on-one!

Winning earns one point; the team with the higher net score wins the final victory and the advancement quota.

"Shanghai team."

The staff brought the box for drawing lots.

When the Shanghai lot was drawn, Song Jianguo's expression was clearly worried.

This Shanghai team had won the bronze medal in the competition last time, only 2 points less than the Jingjin and Dongguang teams.

They were definitely in the ranks of veteran strong teams; he didn't expect to run into them in the first round.

"This is more like it."

"I really didn't want to pick on soft persimmons."

Lin Yu yawned, moved his wrists, and said easily.

It wasn't to show off, but to let the soldiers relax their emotions.

In the previous competitions,

although they were all competitive, they didn't require close-quarters combat.

Fists and feet have no eyes; facing a strong enemy, they would definitely still be nervous.

"Will the team members and instructors please go to the waiting area to prepare."

There was no need to draw team members this time;

the only ones who hadn't competed were the remaining three people.

Lin Yu took a look, and their strength was actually okay.

The three members could be considered to have mid-level strength.

The Yanjing team was drawn into Group C!

This actually made Song Jianguo feel much more relieved.

At least they could see the scale and strength of the other teams.

The first match that attracted the most attention

was Dongguang versus Liaoning.

What no one expected was

that they saw blood after just one encounter.

There were many blood splatters on both sides' faces and arms, which made the soldiers watching feel fired up.

Opportunities for such bloody battles were rare,

let alone fighting for the proof of their own police team's strength.

Almost everyone brought out 200% of their focus and poured it into the arena.

On the other side, the other matches were the same.

Many soldiers were already covered in bruises and wounds, but they still wanted to continue fighting.

"Too cruel."

"I can't bear to watch."