The rapidly spinning short stick brushed against Mu Fan's chest.
Mu Fan's body was drawn like a taut bow, his arm along with the short stick transford into an arrow charged to its limit.
His eyes coldly fixed on the nacingly approaching dragon of wind.
"One!"
The first syllable slipped from Mu Fan's mouth as his chest suddenly caved inward, narrowly avoiding the terrifying Stick Dragon and calmly observing the long stick that scoured his chest. Then, his gaze lifted indifferently...
Did he dodge?
So sharp-eyed students had this question flash through their minds, but...
"Two!"
Mu Fan's right arm, stretched to its limit, suddenly thrust forward heavily!
The rotation far surpassed Di Xiu's Wind Roll as it surged in front of Mu Fan's right hand, the bits of hair on his forehead lofting high at that mont!
Mu Fan's legs, like wound springs, transmitted the force released from his waist to his arms, as with shoulder leading elbow, one long and one short fighting stick collided suddenly.
Boom!
The thunderous sound erupted on the platform.
A burst of brown-black wood splinters exploded fiercely between them.
The end of the two long sticks that collided was now crushed into powder.
However, Di Xiu was already advancing with the power of his charge, so at this mont, in everyone's eyes, he was still progressing, except the long stick in his hand was disintegrating into a shower of fragnts in re monts.
The long stick in his hand grew shorter and shorter.
Mu Fan's short stick was similarly dissolving and shattering.
His right hand, maintaining its grip position, at this mont splayed its fingers, retracting like lightning, then fiercely pushing forward with his palm pressed against the short stick.
Crunch, crunch... Crack!
The short stick in Mu Fan's hand disappeared first.
Di Xiu's face couldn't help but display joy, while those from the Gonia War Academy erupted in cheers like a swell from mountains and seas.
Because in the hands of the "Stick King" Di Xiu remained less than half a stick, and the next mont his opponent would have to block the howling Stick Dragon with their body.
Like a lone wolf's final pounce when hunting prey, Di Xiu turned entirely into a formidable Dragon Whirlwind to pierce through.
"Ah!"
Many girls from other academies in the audience closed their eyes tightly in fright.
However, everyone in Dingchuan Academy's formation opened their eyes wide at this mont, absolutely refusing to believe the Dingchuan Tyrant would be defeated like this.
Yet as the last of the wood shavings scattered like mist from in front of them, Mu Fan's entire palm furiously t that half-cut long stick!
Bam!
No one had yet seen clearly, only the far more shocking display than the earlier wood fragnts shattering appeared.
Mu Fan's right hand charged forward as if there were no obstacles, countless wood shavings flying at his fingertips.
Di Xiu's eyes bulged wide, he simply couldn't believe the scene unfolding before him.
However, the unresistible imnse force transmitted from the palm was undeniably... flowing into his body.
Crunch...
The last short segnt of the wood stick shattered, Mu Fan's palm undiminished pressed against Di Xiu's chest.
The ferocious force directly lifted Di Xiu's body.
Mu Fan pushed Di Xiu, stepping back two paces, his right arm elbow drawn further back to its limit.
"You..."
Mu Fan's indifferent gaze t the opponent's.
"...Three!"
The fierce voice exploded from his mouth.
His left foot rose high at this mont, stomping down heavily.
The entire Fighting Platform seed to let out a cry it couldn't endure, Mu Fan's left foot forcibly pressed into the densely packed platform... three centiters!
His right arm thrust forward with a roar.
Di Xiu's entire chest cavity felt as though struck by a heavy hamr.
A shockwave visible to the naked eye burst forth in midair from Mu Fan's palm, his entire person akin to a shell liberated from its casing, flying out with a thunderous boom.
Thud!
The terrible power surged into his body, his mind went dizzy, Di Xiu finally couldn't withstand it, spitting out a mist of blood, unconscious mid-air.
His entire body in everyone's gaze flew horizontally over fifteen ters!
A Gonia combat teaching assistant leapt hastily to catch Di Xiu at that mont.
When his hands made contact with Di Xiu, the entire person grunted heavily, landing with two hefty thuds on the ground, then uncontrollably retreated over ten steps!
A flush passed over his face.
Finally steadying himself.
When this assistant cast his sight to his side, he found his companions' mouths agape at this mont.
When he looked up, he discovered the people on the opposite stand were the sa.
"What happened?"
He agitatedly wanted to move, yet his back stung with pain.
When he turned his head, he was shockingly aware he had consecutively crashed through two barriers, the steel railing had grotesquely scarred his back.
A tickle in his throat, this assistant couldn't help but cough out a mouthful of blood, looking horrified up to the platform.
As for Manker, his hands tightly clenched into fists, still unable to believe the current situation.
On the platform, the hand flatly extended slowly clenched into a fist, then gradually retracted, Mu Fan lifted his indifferent eyes, raising his head to face the sky.
As if staring at soone beyond the clouds...
[Did you see?]
"Dingchuan—Wins!"
"The ultimate victor of the Fighting Tournant—Dingchuan Academy!"
The referee's powerful voice at this mont ignited the academy formation like the fiercest of flas.
Dingchuan students scread themselves hoarse.
Long Er's mouth curled into a grin, nodding continuously.
Ruan Xiongfei, on the other hand, chuckled continuously in that repressed, cheeky manner.
"Dingchuan—"
"Tyrant!"
"Dingchuan—"
"Victory!"
The well-ordered and thunderous waves of sound erupted in the stands.
Many students from other academies subconsciously swallowed, eyes staring in terror at the silent figure.
"Who is this guy, terrifying to the extre... exactly!"
They didn't rember the na "Mu Fan."
They rembered this mont of a thousand cheering...
"Tyrant!"
Gonia War Academy's Supervisor Manker at this mont looked pale, muttering to himself incessantly:
"Impossible... Impossible..."
Instructor Bach looked at Manker over there, cupping his hands around his mouth to shout loudly:
"Gonia's Supervisor, don't lose heart, if you lack confidence in the upcoming cha match, you can give up."
Hahaha!
A wave of wanton laughter erupted behind Bach, even drawing a chuckle from his typically serious friend Ruan Xiongfei.
Manker clenched his teeth, his gloomy face turned towards Dingchuan's side.
"Fighting was just the appetizer, your cha, starship combat skills, I hope they are as impressive as your mouth, Instructor Bach."
"They're more formidable than my mouth, after all, I'm just full of hot air, whereas they can actually fly." Bach replied, undaunted.
"Instructor, invincible."
"Majestic!"
A wave of uproar behind him, even Ruan Xiongfei watched his old friend with exceptional admiration.
"When did you steal this skill in argunt, but I must say..."
"Damn thrilling. Care to teach !" Ruan Xiongfei's eyes glead.
"Shut it!"
For the first ti, Bach found this bald friend so disagreeable.
"Fighting competition concludes, please prepare for the upcoming cha battle!"
The referee's voice resounded again, montarily silencing the scene, then erupting in celebration once more.
Up next was the crux of this competition!
The truly high-caliber battle—
cha warfare!
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