Gao Wu: Taotie bloodline, I devour and evolve infinitely

On the ring, the atmosphere was solemn.

Fang Ming was like an experienced hunter, constantly looking for Chu Ci's weakness.

Chu Ci was also not giving in, ready to give Fang Ming a heavy blow at any time.

The two confronted each other for a long time, and Fang Ming took the initiative to attack.

He stepped on his feet, his posture was agile, like a swimming dragon, and he came in front of Chu Ci in the blink of an eye.

Fang Ming shook the spear in his hand, and the tip of the spear flashed a cold light in the air, piercing Chu Ci's left shoulder.

The speed of this shot was really fast.

Chu Ci dodged to the side, and the sharp blade of the spear cut a small hole in the tights on his shoulder, but he was not injured.

Chu Ci took advantage of the situation to counterattack, bullied himself, and punched Fang Ming in the lower abdomen.

Fang Ming's face changed wildly, and he hurriedly moved sideways and rolled on the ground several times to avoid this heavy blow.

"You really have some skills."

Chu Ci raised the corner of his mouth, raised the Golden Crow Knife, and smashed it with the back of the knife towards Fang Ming who had not yet climbed up.

Bang!

The knife did not hit Fang Ming, but blasted into the ring, leaving a small pit on the ring ground with thick smoke.

Fang Ming flipped over and turned back to shoot a shot.

This shot was hard to defend against, and it stabbed Chu Ci with a slightly curved arc.

"Nine-turn Wandering Dragon Spear, Wandering Dragon Pointing!"

"Good spearmanship."

On the rostrum, Vice President Yang Wuji saw Fang Ming stabbing such a stunning shot and exclaimed.

The expression of appreciation on his face did not last for a while before it was replaced by surprise.

Chu Ci raised his hand and swung his iron-like arm on Fang Ming's spear, deflecting Fang Ming's shot like a python out of a hole.

He blocked the spear with just his arm!

"This Chu Ci is really made of steel!"

Yang Wuji's eyes sparkled, and he was amazed.

Chu Ci waved his hand casually to block Fang Ming's spear, which frightened Fang Ming so much that his face turned pale. He flipped backwards several times to distance himself from Chu Ci.

Another spear stabbed at Chu Ci.

Chu Ci raised the back of the knife.

Clang.

Sparks splashed.

The tip of the spear was blocked by the Golden Crow Sword.

Chu Ci chased forward, but Fang Ming did not take the initiative to fight. Instead, he stepped on a body movement martial arts, his steps were erratic, and he kept retreating to avoid Chu Ci.

Then he found the right opportunity and stabbed with a spear.

Chu Ci dodged a spear and soon understood Fang Ming's tactics.

The attack range of the spear in his hand was longer than Chu Ci's Golden Crow Sword, and Fang Ming himself was good at body movement.

The tactic he used was to keep distance from Chu Ci and use the length advantage of the spear to launch an attack.

Fang Ming raised his spear and stabbed again.

Chu Ci chuckled, his body did not move, and casually raised his knife to block the tip of Fang Ming's spear.

"Want to consume it by pulling? No matter where you go, I will remain motionless."

Chu Ci was as steady as a mountain, and he kept deflecting Fang Ming's spear.

As time passed, Fang Ming gradually became anxious, and each stab was no longer as steady and accurate as before.

He jumped left and right, consuming a lot of physical strength, while Chu Ci just stood still.

In this way, he must be the one who can't hold on in the end.

"I can't go on!"

Fang Ming gritted his teeth and decided to use his special skills.

He retracted the spear, raised the spear with both hands, and his whole body and waist were united. The energy penetrated his arms, and the spear made of precious wood shook like a flying dragon.

——Nine-turn Dragon Spear·Fireworks!

The spear in Fang Ming's hand danced out countless afterimages, like thousands of bright white lights, gathering to form a light curtain and shooting towards Chu Ci.

Fang Ming stabbed out 36 spears in a row, each spear was amazing.

Chu Ci was happy to see the prey, and this move would not make him bored.

He held the Golden Crow Knife tightly in his right palm, and a layer of golden light appeared on the blade.

Facing Fang Ming's serial spears, Chu Ci did not use the knife to block, but kept twisting his body to avoid Fang Ming's stabs.

"Don't hide if you have the ability!"

Fang Ming shouted angrily, his mentality became more and more anxious, and the last spear he stabbed was out of order, and Chu Ci caught the trajectory.

"Good opportunity!"

Chu Ci seized the opportunity and slashed sideways.

——Vajra Knife Technique·Vajra Subduing Tiger!

Swish——!

A flash of golden light passed by, and the bright silver spear tip flew high into the sky, and then fell heavily to the ground, making a clanging sound.

Chu Ci cut off Fang Ming's spear with one strike!

The winner is decided!

Chu Ci took a step forward and placed the blade on Fang Ming's neck.

Fang Ming's face turned pale and he collapsed to the ground.

"I, lost..."

Chu Ci smiled slightly, took back the Golden Crow Knife, and reached out to help Fang Ming up.

Fang Ming was the strongest among the A-level opponents he had fought.

He had a great time in this fight.

Fang Ming was defeated with honor.

After the fight, the referee was still a little reluctant and was stunned for a while. It was not until Chu Ci signaled to him with his eyes that the referee hurriedly remembered his job and declared Chu Ci the winner.

The audience on the stage firstThere was a moment of silence, and then the crowd burst into amazing cheers and applause.

Chu Ci and Fang Ming played a wonderful game.

Strength versus skill, Chu Ci finally won with force.

The audience on the stage was very satisfied.

"I admire you."

Fang Ming let go of Chu Ci's hand, bowed to Chu Ci with a fist, and was convinced.

...

On the rostrum, Yang Wuji looked down with shining eyes, and then looked at Huangfu Yan with envy:

"Professor Huangfu, no wonder Chu Ci caught your eye, you really have a good disciple."

In the battle with Fang Ming, Chu Ci showed that his potential was no different from that of an S-level genius.

Huangfu Yan smiled and nodded slightly.

"In the next semi-final, Chu Ci will face an S-level opponent, and then he should show his true skills."

Huangfu Yan smiled and thought to herself.

She could see that he had not used his full strength when fighting against the three top A-level players.

This made her even more excited to see what Chu Ci would be like when he used his full strength.

Yang Wuji and Huangfu Yan chatted for a while, and the referee below announced the start of the next duel.

As the duel list was listed, Lei Tianyue on the rostrum laughed loudly:

"My student is going to the stage! Let you see his level!"

...

After Chu Ci stepped down, the next duel was between Du Feng and another top A-level player.

Du Feng provoked Chu Ci the day before yesterday, saying that he wanted to see Chu Ci's strength.

He did have some skills, ranking among the five S-level geniuses, and was good at using boxing.

Chu Ci was in the audience and saw Du Feng wearing the same combat uniform as the day before yesterday and stepped onto the stage.

He had a brass knuckle on both his left and right hands.

The one who stepped onto the stage was the S-level freshman, "Explosive Fist" Du Feng.

At the referee's command, Du Feng and another top A-level player fought together.

Every punch of Du Feng was accompanied by a surging wave of air, and each punch was a critical hit, suppressing the A-level player so much that he couldn't raise his head.

Five minutes later, the A-level player who fought with Du Feng fell to the ground and declared defeat.

I have to admit that Du Feng is quite capable.

After defeating his opponent, Du Feng looked at Chu Ci in the audience. His fists were clenched and he smiled provocatively.

Chu Ci's mouth curled up slightly, and he was eager to fight against Du Feng.

Du Feng stepped down, and the referee announced the next duel.

After his announcement, the entire audience became more lively.

The next game was the first S-level vs. S-level match in the freshman competition.

It was "Ghost Sword" Mo Yuan vs. "Tiger Spear" Wang Yin.