CHAPTER 321: CHAPTER 321: TAKING THE FIELD

Gan Yuhan’s body’s twisting was truly bizarre.

This kind of movement, if done by an ordinary person, would definitely break their spine.

However.

Gan Yuhan not only did it but also easily dodged the strong man’s attack.

"The Cat Demon Race should have cat-like traits, right? So, are cats really liquid?"

Baiyu thought of this old joke in his mind.

On site, only Baiyu knew she was sub-human, while the rest were still marveling at Gan Yuhan’s flexibility, unable to understand the principle behind the movement just now.

Dodging this strike.

The gleaming steel claw slashed down.

Six bloody marks were carved directly across the strong man’s chest.

He cried out in pain, retreating repeatedly, blood streaming down his chest, looking extremely miserable.

Gan Yuhan could have struck harder, even severely injuring her opponent, but she ultimately did not do so. After all, this was just a student contest.

The outcome was decided; there was no need to make a lethal move.

"It’s over."

She shook off the blood droplets from the blade claw, intending to leave the stage for a rest.

But at this moment, the strong man gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, and dashed towards her with large strides.

"Thousand Waves·1000 Power Fist!"

He roared angrily.

This punch carried even greater power and momentum,

the wind from the punch stung Gan Yuhan’s cheek.

Her eyes turned into vertical pupils at this moment, a strong sense of crisis exploding in her heart.

Bang!

The fist officially made contact with the hands she held in front of her chest.

Gan Yuhan’s body, like a baseball struck hard, flew sideways, sliding more than ten meters across the floor before coming to a stop.

Upon landing.

She spewed a large mouthful of blood.

Nearby medical personnel quickly rushed over, giving her a healing elixir and starting treatment with spirit techniques.

"You clearly lost just now. This is cheating."

"Your Combat Club only uses sneaky tactics?!"

"Despicable and shameless!"

A group of Kendo Club members shouted angrily.

The strong man turned his head, a mocking smile on his face: "Never let your guard down before your opponent falls; this is the first lesson your seniors give you juniors. Despicable? In the world of martial artists, that’s not a derogatory term."

"Bastard!"

Meng Siyu gripped her sword hilt tightly.

At that time, if it were a life-and-death struggle, Gan Yuhan’s blade claw would have definitely cut open the opponent’s throat; any discerning person could see that the outcome was decided.

But since it was a competition between students, this situation arose.

"Let’s start the next round."

At this time, the student council member recording the results spoke up.

Due to the tournament being a relay battle, both sides fought until one was completely eliminated, so the strong man did not leave the stage.

Meng Siyu gritted her teeth and stepped forward.

"Another little girl, looks like your Kendo Club really is out of people; is the president going to play the finale?"

The man laughed disdainfully.

His strength was at the peak of Tier Eight, far stronger than Gan Yuhan.

Although he had sustained a slight injury just now, even if Meng Siyu fought with all her strength, she was not his match.

After all.

The two were a whole academic year apart.

After exchanging about a dozen moves, Meng Siyu was defeated and retreated.

And this time.

She was also severely injured by a punch and sent flying out of the arena.

"Ah, didn’t expect the Kendo Club to be so pathetically weak. Save your challenge opportunity to challenge other clubs. Coming to us is just pointless suicide."

With two consecutive wins.

The strong man grinned, his smile growing more radiant: "If you’re gotten a three match defeat, wouldn’t that be too embarrassing?"

The Kendo Club members were already beaten down.

Losing two matches, and essentially to the Kendo Club’s two strongest individuals, greatly weakened the club’s morale.

Even the few members who shouted loudly earlier now had faces full of resentment, unable to say anything.

"Since I’m the president, I do hold some responsibility for the Kendo Club’s situation today."

At this moment.

Baiyu walked onto the mat, removed his jacket: "So I must get a good result for the Kendo Club... You should admit defeat yourself."

Baiyu’s tone was very calm.

Yet it was filled with fierce provocation.

The man’s smile momentarily froze.

Then.

His muscles swelled all over, rushing over like a cannonball: "Bastard, who do you think you are!"

"Thousand Waves, 2000 Power!"

His muscles started to wriggle, the skin on his right arm wrinkled into rings like bent springs, containing huge power.

In Baiyu’s view.

The opponent’s entire blood qi flowed towards his right fist.

Again, with the Power Spirit Technique.

At this moment, everyone was focused on the battle, none dared to blink their eyes, it was just this move that consecutively defeated two Kendo Club members just now.

The strong man’s combat method was not complicated.

Just simply overpowering with force.

With solid blood qi against students of one academic year lower, he was almost invincible.

All eyes were on Baiyu, anticipating how he would defuse this move.

If even the president lost, then the Kendo Club’s last-place finish was certain.

However.

Contrary to everyone’s expectations.

Baiyu not only did not retreat or dodge but instead stepped forward, throwing a punch of his own.

Actually intending to meet force with force!

"Kid, you’re finished."

The strong man’s mouth broke into a cold smile.

The two bodies collided together.

Crack.

A clear sound of a bone breaking rang out.

The strong man’s eyes quickly transformed from ferocity to fear.

Baiyu’s blood qi was like a wolf or tiger pouncing, while he felt like a leaf on the ocean.

The opponent’s total blood qi was far more abundant than his own!

Yet both were Tier Eight.

His blood qi had already reached the peak of 5000 energy units; how could the opponent be so much stronger?

Tier Seven?

No, Baiyu hasn’t awakened the True Martial Intent yet.

The situation didn’t allow him to think much.

The strong man’s body exerted force, his eyes bulged, his whole body raised by three or four centimeters, his muscles rapidly turned from yellow to gray-black.

"Die, die, die!"

He swung his fist, blood qi flowing out like a river breaking its banks.

But.

The opponent didn’t fall for it at all!

"Weak..."

Baiyu casually blocked the opponent’s feeble fist, his left leg kicked at his head, directly causing him to stumble and fall to one knee.

Then his right leg bent, knee bumping upward, like a flood dragon soaring to the sky.

The strong man’s chin was struck fiercely, blood pouring out, several teeth flew out from his mouth onto the ground.

"Not going to admit defeat, huh?"

Baiyu, with a smile, swung his fist, aiming towards the opponent’s face.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

The sound of drumming punches echoed around.

Because the strong man’s whole mouth was beaten bloody, he couldn’t speak a word, only using his waving hands to express the fear in his heart.

He wanted to admit defeat!

But he couldn’t utter a word.

The opponent completely intended to beat him to death, giving him no chance to speak!

For a while.

His heart was filled with fear, legs writhing, making whimpering sounds from his mouth.

Even the group from the Combat Club realized something was wrong, starting to shout.

"Stop!"

"Stop it, if you continue, there’ll be a casualty!"

The referee from the student council hurried over.

The strong man’s face was covered in blood, barely breathing, and more air was going in than coming out.

Baiyu glanced at him, releasing his grip, kicking the already beaten half-dead strong man out of the mat, standing: "Who’s next, come on."