Gao Wu: Taotie bloodline, I devour and evolve infinitely

The S-level duel that all the audience had been looking forward to finally began.

Wang Yin stood on the left side of the ring, carrying the tiger-headed spear on his shoulder, staring at Mo Yuan in front of him with a boiling fighting spirit.

Wang Yin and Fang Ming, who had fought with Chu Ci before, were both students of Long Baitao, the president of Qinglong College.

Mo Yuan, who was opposite Wang Yin, held a two-handed black sword, with sharp eyes and a face that was handsome with a kind of enchantment.

He was the only student recruited by Vice President Yang Wuji.

The two students stood on the ring, and Yang Wuji and Long Baitao on the podium looked at each other, secretly competing, and both hoped that their students could win.

At the referee's command, the two S-levels attacked at the same time.

Mo Yuan was extremely fast, galloping away, and in a flash he came in front of Wang Yin.

He swung a sword, and the sword body was covered with a blood-red sword light.

Wang Yin was not to be outdone, and the tiger-headed spear swept across, with both skills, speed and power.

The two fought fiercely for half an hour.

In the end, Wang Yinqi was almost defeated by one move, and Mo Yuan put a sword on his neck, so he had to admit defeat.

The atmosphere on the field suddenly became extremely heated, and everyone shouted Mo Yuan's name.

Obviously, Mo Yuan is very popular among the freshmen, especially the girls.

After Mo Yuan stepped down, the atmosphere did not diminish, and even became more heated.

Many freshmen, especially boys, were looking forward to the last game of this round.

The battle between "Snow Girl" Jiang Xuemei and "Thunder Blade" Bei Mingxi.

Both girls are goddesses of the school, one is as cold as snow, and the other is youthful and lively. They have their own merits, and both have natural talents, which naturally attracts attention.

The two girls fought for nearly a hundred rounds, freezing the entire arena.

In the end, Jiang Xuemei's ice and snow long sword was cut off by Bei Mingxi's purple lightning sword, declaring defeat.

In this way, the candidates for the semi-finals have been determined.

Chu Ci, Du Feng, Bei Ming Xi, Mo Yuan.

After the draw, the final matchup is --

Chu Ci vs. Du Feng.

Bei Ming Xi vs. Mo Yuan.

On the audience stand, Du Feng's eyes lit up, and he stood up and jumped into the ring.

He had been waiting for this fight for a long time.

Chu Ci climbed over the audience stand and entered the ring, standing side by side with Du Feng.

"Humph, I didn't expect you to make it to the semi-finals. It's not hard to understand why the Saint of Yao Chi chose you."

Du Feng crossed his arms in front of his chest, staring at Chu Ci with a pair of wolf eyes, and smiled coldly:

"But, fighting with me, you'll stop here."

Chu Ci's face was indifferent, and his palms were clenched.

"Are you done talking nonsense? I'm going to fight you after that."

Du Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, and tutted his mouth, very unhappy.

"Tsk, since you want to be abused sooner, I'll grant your wish."

Du Feng stepped on the ground with both feet, and the whole person soared into the sky, smashing towards Chu Ci like a meteorite.

When he came to Chu Ci's head, Du Feng's right fist with brass knuckles blasted out wildly.

His tightly clenched fist was wrapped with a layer of turbulent air waves.

Du Feng used the Xuan-level martial arts known for its Qi power - Explosive Hundred Splitting Fist!

If it is used by an innate warrior, every punch and every move can produce a long-range air wave impact like a tidal wave, like a bombardment of artillery shells.

As a second-level warrior, Du Feng's fist did not have the effect of releasing Qi and blood.

But it can also be called amazing.

Chu Ci smiled.

Since Du Feng is a boxing warrior, he can also use boxing to deal with Du Feng.

Coincidentally, he also practices Xuan-level boxing!

"Seven Killing Fists!!!"

Chu Ci aimed at Du Feng's right fist and raised his fist to meet Du Feng's fist.

The two fists collided heavily.

Boom!

The invisible shock wave spread from the place where the two fought, sweeping across the entire ring.

Everyone in the audience was stunned.

"Is this still a fight between the second level?"

As soon as Du Feng and Chu Ci fought, he felt the terrifying power transmitted by Chu Ci's fist, frowned, and stepped back a few steps.

"Not bad!"

After a brief surprise, Du Feng quickly met him.

"Explosive Hundred Breaking Fist·Mountain Collapse Power!"

Another air wave punch hit Chu Ci.

Chu Ci also did not dodge or evade. This time he did not intend to fight Du Feng fist to fist, but adopted a more fierce fighting style.

He used his body to receive Du Feng's fist head-on, and at the same time, he also punched Du Feng.

——Seven Killing Fists!

"Mad man!"

Du Feng's pupils suddenly shrank, and he cried out in his heart that something was wrong. In the reflection of his pupils, Chu Ci's fist, which seemed to be made of steel, was getting closer and closer to him.

Chu Ci's iron fist crossed with Du Feng's fist.

The two fists hit each other's face at the same time.

Bang!

Swish swish swish!

Du Feng's figure flew backwards with blood splashing into the sky, and a dusty scratch was pulled out on the ground.

And ChuCi's cheeks were smoking, but his head just tilted slightly, and his expression did not change at all.

His footsteps did not move half an inch.

Du Feng's punch did not break Chu Ci's defense.

This punch-to-punch match immediately determined the winner.

"Ahem!"

Du Feng struggled to get up and spit out a mouthful of blood.

He stared at Chu Ci viciously, got up with difficulty, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

"You guy, I always underestimated you before."

Chu Ci looked indifferent, waved to Du Feng, and signaled Du Feng to continue attacking.

"Boy, don't think you win like this."

"I, Du Feng, haven't used my full strength yet!"

Du Feng was angered by Chu Ci's actions, and walked slowly towards Chu Ci step by step, his momentum rising extremely.

Chu Ci felt Du Feng's momentum, as if he had condensed a powerful wild beast, looking down at him in anger.

S-level prodigy, indeed, is extraordinary, and the opponent in front of him is no match for Du Feng.

However...

Chu Ci was full of fighting spirit, his blood was boiling, and he looked at Du Feng with red eyes.

"This is interesting!"

...

On the rostrum, Lei Tianyue, the dean of White Tiger College and Du Feng's mentor, saw Du Feng's momentum rising. He looked a little worried, but his blood was boiling.

He looked at Huangfu Yan next to him and said with a hearty smile:

"Professor Huangfu, your students should be careful. My disciple's next move is not something you can deal with casually!"

Huangfu Yan raised her eyebrows slightly, a glimmer of light in her eyes, and opened her red lips slightly:

"Your student has actually mastered 'that move' of the Explosive Hundred Split Fist. He has a good talent."

Lei Tianyue proudly raised his chin with a red beard.

However, Huangfu Yan's surprise was only for a moment.

He returned his sight to Chu Ci, and saw that Chu Ci was calm and steady under the pressure of Du Feng, standing still like a mountain.

Huangfu Yan's red lips curled up into a charming smile.

Knowing her student's strength, she knew that Chu Ci would not let her down.

...

On the ring, Du Feng walked towards Chu Ci step by step.

Each of his steps seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

Du Feng's skin slowly turned red, and white smoke like steam continued to emanate from his pores, forming a cloud of white mist that lingered around his body.

His steps were slow.

Suddenly!

Du Feng stepped on the ground with his right foot, and with a series of afterimages behind him, he rushed in front of Chu Ci at an unimaginable speed.

Whoosh——!

"Explosive Hundred Breaking Fist·Explosive Mode!!!"