Liu Huanong made a very hip-hop provocative gesture, and he kept freestyling, continuing to rap along with the rising and falling rhythm:
"Buddy, are you ready?
Your head will be smashed like a rotten tomato. Your knees will kneel to polish my shoes.
Yo yo..."
Swish!
Liu Huanong drew the long knife from his back, pointing at Su Yueâs knee with the other hand.
Mid-level Fourth-Grade.
Qi Blood value approximately 1300.
Liu Huanong is really not weak.
In Dongwu, the strong have Meng Yang, a peak Fourth-Grade.
The rising star is Feng Jiajia the God, making Liu Huanong seem somewhat mediocre.
All illusions, just because Meng Yang and Feng Jiajiaâs reputation is too strong.
Luckily, Liu Huanongâs ambition isnât in martial arts, but to be a hip-hop youth; he couldnât be bothered to vie for fame and fortune, which made people underestimate him.
Crack.
Su Yue twisted his neck, bones making a cracking sound.
"Yo yo yo, Iâm the King of Hip Hop, Su Yue.
Yo... Hey buddy across, listen up, your hip-hop is just a fuss, please donât practice martial arts, your way with a knife looks like Cai Kunxu, your little brother is Yue Buqun, your ding-ding is stewed in a pot.
I will defeat you easily, just like Liao Ping flicks a brain melon... Yo yo yo."
Su Yue, not to be outdone, immediately counterattacked.
Yes.
The competition can be lost.
Freestyle concerns the dignity and glory of a hip-hop artist.
Never admit defeat easily.
"Yo, yo... youâre good, but youâll fall too, Iâm a natural disaster, but youâre no human calamity, youâre just a grass carp chopped by my random slices."
Swish!
The confrontation of masters is about the aggressiveness of freestyle.
Clearly, in the hip-hop realm, Su Yue gained recognition from Liu Huanong.
But this is ultimately a competition.
Freestyle can be sparred later, today now on stage, letâs first find out the winner.
Swish!
Liu Huanongâs rap had just dropped, and the steel knife already swung a silver flash.
Very fast.
Faster than the average Fourth-Grade Martial Artist.
Boom!
Su Yue snapped his fingers.
Agility boost.
Swish!
He performed the Little Lingbo Step, narrowly dodging this strike.
Swish!
Another strike, almost hit Su Yue.
Unfortunately, even with the boosted speed of the Little Lingbo Step, it was still somewhat insufficient.
Su Yue was shocked internally.
This guyâs knife skills, seemingly very fast, were actually faster, even weirdly fast.
Itâs an exceptional combat style.
This knife technique seems to ignore the hindrance of wind.
"Iâve focused only on honing my knife skills. If your speed can dodge it, then I can consider myself beaten."
Liu Huanong smiled calmly. Although his expression lacked a competitive spirit, anyone could see it was a form of extreme confidence.
On such a narrow arena, Su Yue has no room to perform.
He can only dodge in a small range, unable to escape directly.
And his exceptional knife skills are best suited for staying in place and fighting because it can disregard wind resistance.
Bang!
Sure enough.
Not a few moves after Liu Huanong spoke, Su Yue was already hit in the chest by the blunt knife.
Though not seriously injured, Su Yue staggered, coughing repeatedly.
The whole audience was astonished.
Su Yueâs speed was really fast enough, hard even for a Fourth-Grade Martial Artist to catch up, and not easy for Feng Jiajia to handle.
But against Liu Huanong, he was hit so easily.
So strong.
Swish!
Swish!
Swish!
Liu Huanongâs knife momentum was like a dragon, continuous without stopping.
Su Yue began to be in distress.
In barely a few breaths, he had been hit several times.
Liu Huanong was an extreme victory-seeker.
He didnât aim to injure Su Yue, nor to toy with him, Liu Huanongâs only goal was to knock Su Yue off the stage, nothing more.
Swish swish swish!
The blade light formed into a dense net, forcing Su Yue step by step to the edge of the arena.
He had no way to retreat.
During which, Su Yue also tried to counter with the quality knife a few times, but in terms of strength, Liu Huanongâs exceptional knife skills were not inferior to the quality knife because making moves required sacrificing evasion, Su Yue was even more embarrassed.
Indeed, itâs a knife skill honed with dedication, Su Yue had to concede.
This knife skill could be called impeccable.
Indeed!
None of the first-round battle teams from the four major Martial Arts Academies had weaklings.
Su Yueâs situation was becoming more dire.
In the audience, everyone was tense, but nobody thought Su Yue could win.
Actually, Su Yueâs performance was already impressive enough.
You should know, Liu Huanong was already a fourth-year student and a mid-level Fourth-Grade powerhouse.
Him knocking Su Yue off the stage was the most normal thing; if Liu Huanong was at a loss, that wouldâve been strange, otherwise, the four years of college wouldâve been wasted.
Su Yue had already defeated a Feng Jiajia, being able to still hold his own was enough to be proud of.
"Get off the stage. On stage, we are opponents; off stage, we are friends.
When I have the chance, Iâll freestyle with you again."
Swish!
Liu Huanong suddenly retracted his knife and, instead, lightning-fast, kicked Su Yue off the stage.
With this kick, Su Yue was sent outside the arena.
"You liar..."
Su Yue was kicked into the air, cursing out loud.
What focus on honing knife skills, this leg technique was clearly Liu Huanongâs trump card.
Its force was truly terrifying; Su Yue wasnât unguarded, but he simply couldnât defend against it.
This leg technique was obviously also an exceptional combat style, and a strength-type leg technique at that.
"If you even trust your opponent, it just means you arenât using your head enough."
Liu Huanong glanced at Su Yue in the air, shaking his head faintly.
Indeed, the knife skills were diligently practiced, but the leg skills werenât neglected either.
Did you really think fourth-year students are made of clay?
In Liu Huanongâs eyes, not knocking Su Yue off the stage within a minute was already a loss.