Itâs so terrifying.
As expected of Meng Yang entering the fray, the combat state is entirely different from before.
A punch, terrifying as it is.
"This kid Meng Yang, has gotten a lot stronger since half a year ago, if thereâs 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 Meng Yangâs 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 canât hold up, just come down early."
Mu Cheng was full of anxiety.
"President, youâre worrying too much, Brother Su isnât made of paper."
Du Jingâs Book said from the side.
Meanwhile, he was also shocked in his heart.
If this punch landed on himself, would he be sent flying?
...
"Again!"
Seconds later, Su Yue slowly calmed 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 seemed useless, they could actually absorb about 20% of the Thunder Fistâs strength, which was crucial, although others didnât understand.
Su Yueâs defensive strategy was still effective for the time being.
"A true hero."
Meng Yang nodded with admiration.
At the same time, he felt like cursing Su Yue.
Kid, just get off already. If two punches canât knock you down, itâd be a shameful embarrassment.
Donât you hurt?
Getting hit by the Lightning Fist, doesnât it make you numb?
Mu Cheng from West Martial hasnât taken the stage yet, and although thereâs no pressure fighting Mu Cheng, every use of Thunder Fist consumes a lot of Qi Blood.
If Mu Cheng comes up and half of his Qi Blood is gone, fighting wonât be easy.
"Please."
A stubborn flame flickered in Su Yueâs eyes.
Boom!
Meng Yang didnât 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 same state, the same situation.
The seven Qi Blood Shields were easily torn apart by Meng Yang, while Su Yueâs arms blocked his chest once again.
Snap.
This time, people even heard the crisp sound of bones.
Though Su Yueâs bones werenât broken, he definitely didnât feel well.
Boom!
Boom!
Meng Yangâs Thunder Fist, like a terrifying electric drill, fiercely impacted Su Yueâs 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, Meng Yangâs punch dispersed prematurely.
The second punch, Su Yue resisted perfectly once again.
Meng 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 wouldnât concede.
Meng Yang wished he could kick him to death.
Two Thunder Fists expelled, even Meng Yang lost a fifth of his Qi Blood.
Keep in mind, this is against a freshman!
Heâs already humiliated.
Below the stage, the force expelled was even more terrifying than before, but peopleâs eyes were even more astonished.
Su Yue... still hadnât fallen.
What was he persisting for?
He actually hadnât fallen yet.
Poof!
This time, 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.
Itâs truly formidable.
Luckily, he provoked Meng Yang in advance. If he had chosen to adopt any speed strategy, his fists would have struck in tricky places.
At that time, he wouldnât 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.
Meng Yang was arrogant.
Thatâs 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!"
Meng Yang kindly reminded.
He wished even more for Su Yue to give up and end this entanglement quickly.
"By the way, if youâre exhausting my Qi Blood on behalf of Mu Cheng, itâs really unnecessary. Even if my Qi Blood is down to a third, itâs enough to defeat Mu Cheng."
Meng 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 Chengâs hands trembled with emotion, her eyes even slightly moist.
She understood, Su Yueâs enduring was to exhaust Meng Yang using his own body.
Mu Cheng was undeniably moved.
In truth, many people gradually realized Su Yueâs motive.
This was actually the best strategy.
Consuming even a bit of the opponentâs Qi Blood might be a chance for victory.
After all, itâs a three-on-three match, trying every means to drain the opponent is the optimal strategy.
"True love indeed."
Others looked at Mu Cheng with envy.
"Brother Su, even your method of flaunting love is outstanding, I admire you."
Du Jingâs Book glanced at Mu Cheng.
Doomed.
This woman was completely won over by Su Yue.
Using oneâs own chest and life to shield their lover from punches, is there anything more romantic in the world?