It’s so terrifying.
As expected of ng Yang entering the fray, the combat state is entirely different from before.
A punch, terrifying as it is.
"This kid ng Yang, has gotten a lot stronger since half a year ago, if there’s no accident, he might break through to the fifth rank before graduation."
In the stands, Bai Xiaolong remarked with a frown.
"Su Yue is also a tough guy, taking ng Yang’s Thunder Fist directly and still standing, he has quite a skill."
Bai Xiaolong was even more shocked looking at Su Yue.
"Su Yue, are you alright?"
"If you can’t hold up, just co down early."
Mu Cheng was full of anxiety.
"President, you’re worrying too much, Brother Su isn’t made of paper."
Du Jing’s Book said from the side.
anwhile, he was also shocked in his heart.
If this punch landed on himself, would he be sent flying?
...
"Again!"
Seconds later, Su Yue slowly cald his breathing.
He raised his head stubbornly, his eyes incredibly determined.
Pop pop pop pop pop!
After a series of crisp sounds, seven small shields appeared in front of Su Yue again.
Although at first glance they seed useless, they could actually absorb about 20% of the Thunder Fist’s strength, which was crucial, although others didn’t understand.
Su Yue’s defensive strategy was still effective for the ti being.
"A true hero."
ng Yang nodded with admiration.
At the sa ti, he felt like cursing Su Yue.
Kid, just get off already. If two punches can’t knock you down, it’d be a shaful embarrassnt.
Don’t you hurt?
Getting hit by the Lightning Fist, doesn’t it make you numb?
Mu Cheng from West Martial hasn’t taken the stage yet, and although there’s no pressure fighting Mu Cheng, every use of Thunder Fist consus a lot of Qi Blood.
If Mu Cheng cos up and half of his Qi Blood is gone, fighting won’t be easy.
"Please."
A stubborn fla flickered in Su Yue’s eyes.
Boom!
ng Yang didn’t hold back.
His foot stomped heavily on the ground, and the Thunder Fist surged forward like a mighty dragon, sweeping towards Su Yue.
Boom!
Boom!
Along the way, lightning roared, almost creating the illusion of a thunder dragon roaring.
Snap!
Snap!
Snap!
The sa state, the sa situation.
The seven Qi Blood Shields were easily torn apart by ng Yang, while Su Yue’s arms blocked his chest once again.
Snap.
This ti, people even heard the crisp sound of bones.
Though Su Yue’s bones weren’t broken, he definitely didn’t feel well.
Boom!
Boom!
ng Yang’s Thunder Fist, like a terrifying electric drill, fiercely impacted Su Yue’s arms.
Su Yue gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his face.
Yet, he refused to let go.
Cracks spread once more beneath his feet.
Everyone could see that Su Yue was on his last legs.
Eventually, ng Yang’s punch dispersed prematurely.
The second punch, Su Yue resisted perfectly once again.
ng Yang withdrew his fist and stepped back, even he was panting heavily, thirsting for water.
This guy.
Is his bone made of iron?
This was the second punch, yet he still wouldn’t concede.
ng Yang wished he could kick him to death.
Two Thunder Fists expelled, even ng Yang lost a fifth of his Qi Blood.
Keep in mind, this is against a freshman!
He’s already humiliated.
Below the stage, the force expelled was even more terrifying than before, but people’s eyes were even more astonished.
Su Yue... still hadn’t fallen.
What was he persisting for?
He actually hadn’t fallen yet.
Poof!
This ti, Su Yue was injured internally, he lightly spat a small mouthful of blood.
Whether the students in the stands, or the principal and leaders, all wore amazed expressions.
They wanted to know, what exactly was Su Yue persisting for?
Is this, perhaps, the legendary heart of a strong person?
...
"Con... continue."
Su Yue managed to regain his breath and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, speaking coldly.
One must admit, the peak of the fourth rank is the peak.
It’s truly formidable.
Luckily, he provoked ng Yang in advance. If he had chosen to adopt any speed strategy, his fists would have struck in tricky places.
At that ti, he wouldn’t have stood a chance to block.
The result would certainly be a knockout in one punch.
The gap of as much as 1000 card Qi Blood is truly impossible to compensate for.
ng Yang was arrogant.
That’s why he chose the fairest way to duel.
Su Yue took advantage.
"Do you still want to continue? If you proceed, you might end up staying in the hospital for a while!"
ng Yang kindly reminded.
He wished even more for Su Yue to give up and end this entanglent quickly.
"By the way, if you’re exhausting my Qi Blood on behalf of Mu Cheng, it’s really unnecessary. Even if my Qi Blood is down to a third, it’s enough to defeat Mu Cheng."
ng Yang added another sentence.
"If I feared hospitalization, why would I practice martial arts? Bring it on."
Su Yue smiled like a reckless, headstrong person.
...
Below the stage, Mu Cheng’s hands trembled with emotion, her eyes even slightly moist.
She understood, Su Yue’s enduring was to exhaust ng Yang using his own body.
Mu Cheng was undeniably moved.
In truth, many people gradually realized Su Yue’s motive.
This was actually the best strategy.
Consuming even a bit of the opponent’s Qi Blood might be a chance for victory.
After all, it’s a three-on-three match, trying every ans to drain the opponent is the optimal strategy.
"True love indeed."
Others looked at Mu Cheng with envy.
"Brother Su, even your thod of flaunting love is outstanding, I admire you."
Du Jing’s Book glanced at Mu Cheng.
Dood.
This woman was completely won over by Su Yue.
Using one’s own chest and life to shield their lover from punches, is there anything more romantic in the world?
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