1013: C1013 fast, accurate and fierce

C1013 fast, accurate and fierce

"Liar!"

The girl sneered and turned around to leave.

"What did I lie to you? Didn't you want to possess the power of the flames and climb up a big tree?"

That scholar spat and shook his head, not feeling the slightest bit ashamed.

"Chen Qing, you didn't succeed again?"

The two scholars who were enjoying the show walked up and asked with a smile.

"Don't mention it, I've been really unlucky recently and haven't gotten a single one."

Chen Qing waved his hand, his face full of bad luck. "This piece of trash, Xu Le, the eighteenth prince has never learned any combat techniques. He actually couldn't even block one attack, delaying this father from picking up girls. Damn!"

His features were squeezed together, his eyes narrowed into slits, and his face was covered with fat.

"Shh, be quiet. Don't let the people from the War Hall hear you."

The surrounding scholars' expressions changed as they hurriedly covered his mouth.

Who would have thought that the more others tried to persuade him, the more excited he became. He raised his arms and shouted loudly, "He's just a piece of trash, so what? He's not allowed to speak anymore, don't stop me! If it wasn't for the fact that he didn't want to beat me up, I would have already taught him a lesson!"

Unexpectedly, the scholar at the side had already run away like a wisp of smoke. No one stopped him at all.

Many of the surrounding scholars looked at him in surprise.

Could this person be a fool?

Seeing this, Chen Qing embarrassedly touched his nose. He smiled at his surroundings, twisted his fat body, and quickly slipped into the crowd.

"Xu Le lost?"

"Impossible!"

"This ?"

The scene of Xu Le being smashed apart by Fang Zhi's punch was like a thunderbolt of fury that came crashing down.

All the scholars were dumbfounded.

Those students nearly lost their footing and fell to the ground.

"This is fake, right?"

In the distance, Xiu Mujijiu rubbed his eyes, his mouth wide open.

He still had some doubts that Feng Yanzhe had won, but the next moment, Fang Zhi's fist came to a stop, shocking him to the core.

Although he watched the Beitang's training every day, he didn't feel there was anything special about it.

How could he transform so thoroughly in just three months?

He really didn't understand.

"You said that you could defeat me in three moves, but in the end you didn't. I'm sending you back these words. One move, I can use one move to defeat you!"

Fang Zhi held up a finger and said word by word: "But I'm different from you. You can say it before you do it, and I can say it after I do it."

Xu Le held onto his chest, his pupils contracting violently.

He desperately tried to stand up, but he felt as if a huge rock had pressed down on him, making it hard for him to breathe.

That punch just now seemed to be light as a feather, but unexpectedly, it contained a terrifying aura and caught one off guard.

Such a plain and unflustered fist was actually able to unleash such terrifying power. If he did not face it in person, he would never be able to experience that feeling.

"How in the world did he do it? Could it be that he has always been concealing his true strength? "

Xu Le's face was as pale as a sheet of paper. This time, he had lost. In front of so many scholars, he had lost in one move.

He felt as though his face was all over the place, and his face was burning. He wanted nothing more than to find a hole to hide in.

"Well done!"

At the Beitang's side, Huo Yunan jumped up fiercely, waved his fist, and shouted loudly.

He could be considered to have vented out his pent-up resentment in a single breath.

Although he did not take revenge with his own hands, that feeling was still very wonderful.

Huo Yunan's voice immediately roused a portion of the scholars, they gasped and swallowed their saliva.

"Prince Eighteen has won."

"Yes, and it was a one hit defeat!"

"Am I dreaming?"

"No, because I saw it too."

Everyone took a deep breath, barely able to suppress the shock in their hearts.

The faces of the students in the hall were all pale and bloodless.

Originally, Song Tianyu's defeat had caused them to feel depressed in the bottom of their hearts. However, who would have thought that Xu Le, the strongest among them, would still be defeated?

Song Tianyu endured fifteen moves, but Xu Le did not even withstand one!

Qian Yan who had been resting with his eyes closed all this time suddenly opened his eyes, which shone brightly.

He had felt Fang Zhi's punch very clearly.

The reason why he looked so simple and unadorned was because he had reached the point where he didn't need to work at all.

It was just an ordinary straight punch, yet it could often burst forth with unimaginable power.

Simplify the complex and return to the original.

This was the profound meaning of fighting.

But how could Fang Zhi possibly understand all of this?

Qian Yan clenched his fists. In reality, he had also reached this realm, which was why he could feel Fang Zhi's terror.

If it was said that he could defeat Xu Le with a single punch, Qian Yan himself could do it too.

However, it was only right that he should be able to do it.

How could he, Fang Zhi, who had never trained in combat before, do this?

Suddenly, a light flashed and Qian Yan thought of Chu Yun.

Before Chu Yun came, Beitang was still a bunch of mud that couldn't support anything, and he even teased the head of the million strong Imperial Guards, Zhao Chong, away.

But after Chu Yun came, in just three short months, Beitang and the others seemed to have been reborn, as if they had been reborn.

Regardless of whether it was Feng Yanzhe from before or Fang Zhi from now, both of them were different.

Their eyes flickered with the light of confidence that belonged to a powerhouse.

Only those who truly understood the true essence of fighting, would be so confident in the face of a battle.

"Interesting."

Qian Yan said word by word. Deep in his heart, he had developed a strong interest for Chu Yun, who he had never met before.

"Alright!"

Huo Tiexin hollered with a brilliant smile on his face.

Fang Zhi defeating Xu Le with a single punch was equivalent to slapping everyone in the face.

This caused the scholars who looked down upon the Beitang to become silent.

Feng Chen's eyes shone brightly. He could tell that his son's transformation was no coincidence.

This was because all the teachers in the Beitang who participated in the training were completely different.

"Tsk tsk, you've succeeded, my Young Master Xu."

Fang Zhi's face was full of mockery. After he finished speaking, he walked down the arena in satisfaction.

The feeling of being the center of attention was truly great.

"You're the one who should be in the limelight, right?"

Below the stage, Feng Yanzhe coldly looked at Fang Zhi, hugged his shoulders and snorted: "I hid my strength, and purposely defeated him after fifteen moves, but you directly used your full strength, not considering the big picture at all!"

"Who told you to hold back? Simple, fast, that's the truth. That's what our teacher taught us."

Fang Zhi's expression made sense.

"Only you can say."

Feng Yanzhe turned his head away and no longer paid any attention to Fang Zhi.

"Big brother, well done."

Fang Yuying clenched her fist, her face filled with excitement.

"It's nothing."

He wished that he could clearly hear all of the hundreds of scholars present: "Xu Le is still too weak and cannot be considered my opponent. When the time comes, I'll drag the strongest out!"

Everyone knew the strongest person he spoke of.

the one he was referring to was naturally Qian Yan.

Qian Yan laughed coldly, but did not respond.

However, he was actually very serious in his heart. He was already thinking of a way to deal with it.

It could be seen that Fang Zhi had just comprehended all of this, so he wasn't considered proficient in it.

However, his killing moves were truly strange and had never been heard of before.

Could it be that Chu Yun really had this kind of magic that could allow him to complete the impossible in three months?

"Next, let me fight."

Huo Yunan rubbed his hands together and walked up the stage in excitement.

On the other side of the hall, many of the scholars looked at each other in dismay.

If the defeat of Song Tianyu was an accident, then what could be the explanation for Xu Le's broken fist?

Could it be that Fang Zhi had cheated and didn't suppress his strength?

How is this possible?

There were so many experts sitting on the stage, and there were even General Tian Ji. How could these people not see through Fang Zhi's petty tricks?

Since there was no reason, then it could only be because his strength was lacking.

Even though they didn't want to admit it.

"Which one of us is going?"

A scholar asked weakly.

If this was before, they would definitely have rushed forward.

But now, facing Huo Yunan who was full of confidence, they all felt the urge to retreat.

If he lost, how shameful would that be?

However, if no one came out to fight, it would only be more humiliating.

"Let me try."

A scholar gathered his courage, gritted his teeth, and walked up to the arena.

Huo Yunan did not care who the other party was. Waving his hand, he laughed very arrogantly: "Kid, how many moves are you preparing to defeat me?"

The scholar was hesitating, stammering and unable to speak.

In the face of such a great battle, he was truly nervous and didn't have the slightest bit of fighting spirit.

The reason why he came up was purely because he didn't want the Hall of War to make a fool of itself.

"How boring."

Huo Yunan shook his head, and with the capturing signal that Chu Yun had imparted to him, he walked forward.

"Swish."

An ear-piercing wind came from the sky, blowing up that scholar's robes.

The scholar raised his fist in an attempt to fight, but he felt that his breathing was a little hurried. He could not help but feel that he had lost his sense of propriety.1

At this moment, he didn't have the time to bother with any other techniques. His random punches contained quite the might.

Huo Yunan sneered, and accurately grabbed his wrist and twisted it, following that, he bent down and rushed to the side, with a kick, the scholar was captured by him.

"Putong."

That scholar was lying on the ground, screaming in pain.

Huo Yunan released his hand and pretended to sigh. "Truly boring. Life is as lonely as the snow."

With that, he shook his head and walked off the stage.

Below the stage, there was still silence.

Those scholars were already numb, their faces expressionless.

One had to know that the Battle Hall was the academy that was ranked second in the last Martial Arts Competition!

As for the Beitang s, they were basically at the bottom.

Not only was he at the bottom, he didn't even have a chance to win.

No matter who they drew, they were all free gifts to someone who had levelled up.

As a result, when Beitang drew the Battle Hall, all the scholars felt that this was a match without any suspense, and that there was nothing to watch.

Obviously, Beitang was the first to go home.

But who would have thought that after three months of training, these scholars from the Beitang seemed to have become a completely different person.

Not only was he proficient in fighting techniques, his moves were decisive and ruthless. More importantly, his state of mind was stable. Regardless of victory or defeat, there would be no changes in it.

Why did it change so much?

Was he being enlightened by the presence of an expert?

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