CHAPTER 322: CHAPTER 322: GREAT VICTORY

The result of this match was clean and swift, completely exceeding everyone’s expectations.

Baiyu only made one move throughout the entire match and then completely dominated the opponent.

Both being Tier Eight, the gap was absolutely enormous!

"A first-year freshman dares to make such a heavy blow. It seems you really don’t understand the might of the seniors in the Martial Arts School without some lesson."

Karate Club.

Another man took off his jacket, ready to step onto the stage, only to be stopped by their leader.

"Let me."

With a calm demeanor, Amos looked at Baiyu without a hint of disdain, and stepped onto the mat.

The crowd was startled.

Amos was the vice president of the Karate Club, a Tier Seven Martial Artist.

Not weak among second-year students either.

In this competition, he had already won several matches in a row, exuding an aura of invincibility.

His personal intervention spoke volumes.

Baiyu might really be tough to deal with!

The faces of the Karate Club members changed, now without any trace of underestimation.

The two stepped onto the stage.

Baiyu activated Energy Perception to gauge the Blood Qi within his opponent.

Somewhere around eight thousand calories.

However, as a Tier Seven Martial Artist, he had already awakened to True Martial Intent, and his attacking and defensive methods would definitely far exceed Tier Eight.

"Karate Club, second-year, Amos."

"Baiyu."

The two did not act immediately.

After exchanging greetings.

A flash of harshness flitted across Amos’s eyes, "Impressive, young people should have pride. If I had your mindset in my first year, I might have touched the edge of Tier Six by now.

However...

Pride is one thing, whether you have the strength to support it is another.

Don’t look down on us seniors, you fool!"

Amos bellowed, and a giant ape phantom formed behind him, pounding its chest with a heaven-shaking roar.

His True Martial Intent turned out to be a Demon Ape!

Baiyu looked at the Demon Ape, feeling a sense of familiarity.

It seemed almost identical to the shadow produced by his Great Ape King Fist within the Myriad Beasts Battle Technique.

This guy.

Did he treat the Myriad Beasts Battle Technique as his Core Technique?

Baiyu was slightly surprised, not expecting someone to use it like this. However, the Myriad Beasts Battle Technique was indeed formidable in both offense and defense, making it reasonable to consider it a Core Technique.

"Great Ape King Fist!"

Since the opponent revealed True Martial Intent, it marked the true beginning of the fight.

Activating Spirit Technique.

Baiyu swung a punch, detonating a drop of liquidated Blood Qi within.

With the support of three Power Potions, Baiyu’s strength level had long surpassed the level of Tier Eight; as soon as he swung the punch, Amos immediately sensed something was wrong.

The power was off!

This was definitely not an attack a normal Tier Eight Martial Artist could deliver.

However, Amos was battle-hardened; faced with this situation, he instantly had a counter-strategy.

His Blood Qi retracted.

The Demon Ape’s phantom shielded him, his entire body like an iron fortress.

Defense!

He knew well the consumption of the Great Ape King Fist; if the opponent used it even twice, his Blood Qi would be depleted.

By then, wouldn’t the opponent be like a lamb to the slaughter?

Naturally.

His assumption was not wrong.

However, he hadn’t studied Baiyu’s past fighting style, or he would never have made such a foolish response.

And the result of making a wrong response was that Amos, for the first time in five years of cultivating the Myriad Beasts Battle Technique, witnessed continuous Great Ape King Fists.

Not just once or twice.

But like machine-gun punches!

The opponent was like a monster, delivering punch after punch, each more powerful and with greater momentum than the last.

By the twelfth punch.

Amos’s internal organs had already been damaged by Baiyu’s wild and untamed Blood Qi, with blood flowing continuously from his eyes and nose, yet his body remained under the shroud of True Martial Intent.

If not for True Martial Intent.

Baiyu’s series of fundamental big moves would have been enough to kill him several times over.

Yet.

As long as True Martial Intent was unbroken, the opponent would not suffer intolerable serious injuries.

"Power of Burning Blood!"

Baiyu leaped into the air, his Blood Qi wildly consumed and burned within, as a ball of hot, crimson gas formed in his right palm, exuding a terrifying aura.

"Damn it, just what kind of monster are you?"

Amos’s pupils violently trembled as he began to rapidly retreat.

However.

The range of Baiyu’s move was much larger than he anticipated.

So when Amos retreated to the edge of the mat, a red sphere exploded directly in front of him!

BOOM...

Almost half of the mat was incinerated.

Wave-like patterns rippled across the floor, quickly dispersing and absorbing Baiyu’s attack’s power.

The Protective Array of the student activity center had been triggered.

At this moment.

Blasted by such a Blood Qi sphere, Amos’s clothes were instantly shredded, and he was sent rolling dozens of meters away, crashing into another group’s area.

Everyone was momentarily dazed.

Especially the Karate Club.

The strongest member had been sent flying in one blow, being a Tier Seven Martial Artist as well, their pillar of support was shattered, leaving the place completely silent.

Everyone’s throats felt as if fish bones were stuck.

"There’s one more left unchallenged, come on."

Baiyu took a deep breath.

Having fought two consecutive intense battles, his energy was severely drained, and even his Blood Qi was almost depleted.

For ordinary people, even with a Recovery Elixir, it would take at least a few hours to recover.

Even for Baiyu.

With the full operation of Ice Skin Jade Bone Skill, it still required a full minute!

At this time.

The final member of the Combat Club was undergoing intense internal conflict.

Logically speaking.

After Baiyu’s consecutive fierce battles, his Blood Qi should have been exhausted, and there shouldn’t have been anything left.

However.

The opponent still stood there, with an expression and presence lacking any sign of weakness; on the contrary, he clearly seemed capable of continuing to fight with confidence!

Was it all an act, or did he really have something to rely on?

This was a psychological battle.

Determining what level he was at was critical in such psychological warfare.

In the end.

The man ultimately lacked the courage to step up.

If he were again beaten half to death, the Combat Club’s subsequent challenges could potentially end in defeat, plunging them into an extremely passive situation.

"Kendo Club wins, one point added."

It was settled.

The Combat Club withdrew sullenly back to their area.

"Heroic Guild Leader!"

"Guild Leader, Guild Leader!"

"Victory, we finally won!"

Members of the Kendo Club, having endured a lackluster period these past few days, finally found an outlet for emotion, bursting into feverous cheers.

"You now have three challenge opportunities. Every victory in a challenge grants one additional opportunity," said the scorekeeper from the student council as he walked over.

Every club had a limited number of challenge attempts.

Initially, it was three times.

Winning would grant an extra challenge opportunity.

Meaning.

If you kept winning, you could continue to challenge indefinitely, potentially joining the ranks of the top ten clubs.

The Kendo Club hadn’t used their challenge opportunities.

They had always been challenged by other clubs.

But now, it was finally their time to strike back!