But Su Yue actually held out for three minutes.
This was enough to frustrate Liu Huanong. Freshmen nowadays are terrifyingly outstanding.
Thinking about himself as a freshman, he was just a second rank, still scraping moss in the fortress.
Simply makes one envious.
...
"Although Su Yue surpassed the qi loop at third rank, there is still some gap with a true fourth rank, but thatâs already impressive."
In the stands.
Bai Xiaolong shook his head, not surprised that Su Yue lost.
Moreover, Liu Huanongâs strength is indeed very formidable.
If it werenât for Meng Yang and Feng Jiajia, Liu Huanong would surely be the captain of East Martial.
Su Yue lasting three minutes is already good enough.
Others thought the same.
Although Su Yue failed, he is, after all, just a freshman. Let alone holding out for three minutes, just managing one minute would be enough to be proud.
The greatest advantage of these freshmen isnât the outcome of a single match.
They are still young, with four more years until they reach senior year.
Four years.
Even if they only progress by two ranks, they can still reach fifth rank.
This potential is whatâs truly frightening.
"Su Yue, donât worry. Although I canât beat Meng Yang, Liu Huanong will definitely help you continue fighting."
Mu Cheng took a deep breath.
She was ready to go on stage.
Pop!
However.
Even though Su Yue was knocked out of the ring, before he hit the ground, he stepped in the air with a resounding dry step.
The crowd was amazed.
Su Yue actually jumped up again.
Moreover, his direction seemed somewhat different, he actually jumped to the East Martial viewing stand.
"Whatâs this kid trying to do?"
Bai Xiaolong was surprised.
Youâve lost already, are you going to jump to the East Martial viewing stand to lose again?
It doesnât make any sense.
Although the referee raised his hand, he didnât announce Su Yueâs defeat.
According to the rules, your body must touch the ground to be considered a loss.
In the air, itâs not restricted, if you have the ability, you could fly to the moon and itâs still not a loss.
...
Da da da da!
Da da da da!
Da da da!
...
However, in the next breath, the whole place was astonished.
Of course, accompanied by many students in the East Martial viewing area cursing in anger.
"Who stepped on my head?"
"It hurts a lot."
"Itâs West Martial Su Yue, heâs afraid of falling, so he steps on our heads."
In the blink of an eye, Su stepped on quite a few heads in East Martial, having already walked a circle around the viewing stand.
The East Martial viewing stand was in shambles, with students tumbling over, chairs scattered all around.
...
"12."
"14."
"18."
"19."
...
Su Yue counted silently, having stepped on 19 heads.
This Hundred Essences step is truly strange. Under Su Yueâs foot, a special aura had already gathered. If he could step on 20 heads, he could activate a 20% speed boost.
But this group of cowards from East Martial was scared of being stepped on by him, and they scrambled away.
Before Su Yue, only one fool, Liao Ping, was left.
"Bro, sorry about this."
Tap!
A puff of white smoke exploded as Su Yue lightly tapped on Liao Pingâs head with the last step.
Clap!
Then, borrowing the strength, he made another powerful step in the air.
Boom!
When Su Yue landed perfectly, he was already back on the stage.
Throughout, his foot had not touched the ground.
So the referee could not declare Su Yueâs defeat.
"Yo yo yo... Are you Yanzi Li San, running without touching the ground with a dogâs speed? Your actions are confusing me; Iâm gonna break your dog legs, skr, skr."
When Su Yue landed back on the stage, Liu Huanong was shocked.
This whole sequence of wild moves, who could have expected that?
Using dry steps to make sure you donât touch the ground is fine, but why go step on heads in East Martial?
Bullying people?
Liu Huanong was getting a bit angry.
...
Below the stage.
The East Martial viewing area was already in an uproar.
Many were clutching their heads, cursing Su Yue for being shameless with all their might.
What gives you the right to step on someone elseâs head?
Youâre just a brute.
People in other viewing areas were also confused.
Has Su Yue gone mad?
Or is he sick?
He could clearly have just used dry steps to return to the stage; why go to the East Martial viewing area to step on heads?
Also.
He had already been knocked off the stage by Liu Huanong, so even if he came back, what of it?
Wouldnât it just be the same cycle repeating?
Whatâs the point?
"Somethingâs off, this punk Su Yue has a sinister motive, thereâs no way heâd step on heads for no reason, thereâs definitely an ulterior motive here."
Bai Xiaolong furrowed his brows tightly.
...
Swish!
On the stage.
Liu Huanong continued to press Su Yue with his fast saber, trying to push him off the stage.
However, once again the whole place was stunned.
Fast!
Su Yueâs speed was even faster than before.
He was able to easily dodge Liu Huanongâs saber aura, appearing quite relaxed.
Some noticed that Su Yueâs body flickered in a way that his legs formed a sort of phantom blur, making it hard to see clearly.
Liu Huanong was dumbfounded.
How did a regular person suddenly become so elusive?
No, how did he suddenly become like a ghost?
Are you still human?
This speed is approaching mid to even late fourth rank level!
Indeed.
Liu Huanongâs saber couldnât keep up with Su Yueâs speed.
Swish!
Not only couldnât it keep up.
He accidentally got counter-slash by Su Yue.
"Cough, cough..."
Liu Huanong coughed hard.
Somethingâs not right.
This skillful saber is so precise that it is far superior to the usual skillful saber technique of others.
It made his guts ache.
How did he manage this?
Swish!
Su Yue continued to flash around like a phantom.
Although Liu Huanongâs saber remained quick and powerful.
But unfortunately.
This time Su Yueâs speed had increased much more.
He turned from being aggressive to gradually becoming passive in defense.