Walking Away
Amidst the discussion, a loud shout was heard.
"You're asking for it, kid. Fine, I'll grant your wish!"
A burly figure emerged from the nearby lounge, his entire body shrouded in a bronze hue, as strong as an ox.
"It's Wang Zongyu, the Hundred-Foot Strength King! He's one of the top three martial arts masters in the club, practicing the Dragon Tiger Demonic Art. He has copper tendons and iron bones, and immense strength. Last year, he lost control of his power and seriously injured someone. Even the referee didn't dare to take his punches and could only watch helplessly as he injured the person!"
On the training ground, Zong Yutong strode toward Si Ming. As he walked, his aura continued to rise, like waves rolling and becoming more and more violent and turbulent.
Suddenly, a raging wave exploded.
When they were less than ten meters apart, Zong Yutong suddenly accelerated, turning his slow pace into a rapid sprint. The sound of his feet stomping on the ground was like a rhinoceros crushing through the air as he charged forward, his fists creating a thunderous roar.
"Dragon-Tiger Thunder Strike!"
Boom!
Zong Yutong was sent flying at an even faster speed than when he rushed towards him, crashing into a high wall. He lay sprawled out like a canvas, collapsing to the ground, utterly powerless.
The once bustling martial arts hall fell silent instantly, becoming completely quiet. Then, a very jarring yawn could be heard.
"Haa--"
Si Ming swung his arm and said slowly, "I already told you to send out your experts quickly. Respecting your opponent is respecting yourself."
Chapter 641 Leaving in triumph
Si Ming's words made You Bin, the president of the martial arts club, twitch. He couldn't very well stand up and say that Zong Yutong was one of the club's top fighters, and that they hadn't disrespected their opponent, but rather that You Bin had an arrogant attitude. The problem was that the other party had the right to be arrogant, since Zong Yutong couldn't even withstand a single move.
But Zong Yutong has already lost. Who else can we send out next? The main players of the school team have all gone out to exchange with other universities. Among the remaining players, Zong Yutong the strongest. The others are a level below him, and going up there would only be humiliating for them.
However, the Martial Arts Club members were clearly more courageous than You Bin had imagined. Or rather, true martial artists do not feel fear when they see a strong opponent; instead, they are inspired to challenge them. Whether they can win or not is one thing, but whether they dare to fight is another. After the initial confusion, some were quickly angered by Si Ming's sarcasm.
"Arrogant fool, do you really think our Martial Arts Club has no one to rely on?"
A figure leaped into the air and swooped down, covering a distance of several meters in a flash. At the same time, with a flick of his right hand, a burst of sword energy was unleashed. The curved blade drew a strange arc and slashed diagonally towards Si Ming's neck in mid-air. The dazzling blade light left a bright mark in the air.
Si Ming stood still, his right hand forming a knife shape with his palm, and with a move called "Zen Blade Subdues the Tiger," he charged straight at the onlookers. The two knives collided without deflection, emitting a piercing sound wave that made the onlookers cover their ears in discomfort.
The one who wielded the blade felt a powerful force transmitted from the opponent's blade, causing his arm to tremble and his whole body to go numb. As the curved blade slipped from his hand, he was also sent flying, crashing into the wall and sliding down it like a canvas, collapsing to the ground, suffering the same fate as Zong Yutong.
But this scene did not frighten anyone. With a delicate shout, a beautiful figure rushed into the martial arts arena, and two swords pierced through the air, fluttering like two butterflies. The beautiful dance concealed the aura of death. The sword tips covered all the important acupoints on Si Ming's body, and the wind whistled continuously.
The one who made the move was a woman wielding two swords. After witnessing Zong Yutong's fate, she knew that her opponent was extremely strong and that she could not fight him head-on. Therefore, her swordplay was light and agile, unpredictable, and she used all sorts of clever and unpredictable techniques to avoid the opponent's strength and strike at their weaknesses.
Those watching were all experts; they immediately understood the woman's plan. Their eyes lit up, and they couldn't help but think, "Why didn't I think of that?" They were about to utter a "Good!" when they saw the girl wielding two swords fly backward, crash into the wall, and slowly slide down, landing on top of the boy who had been wielding a knife.
Different tactics, no difference in results, and Si Ming used only one hand from beginning to end—his other hand was holding the banner.
The martial arts hall fell silent once more, dominated by an invisible pressure. A sense of panic spread through the hall, and the cheerers' faces turned bright red.
"Look, all three of them were hit in the same spot on the wall," the sharp-eyed person said in a terrified voice.
Only then did everyone realize that the three of them had landed in the same spot after being knocked away. Zong Yutong had already been carried away, so no one noticed anything amiss. At this moment, the girl wielding two swords and the boy wielding a knife were lying together, making them particularly conspicuous.
This scene, though lacking earth-shattering power, stirred up a great uproar in the minds of experts. This was because to do this, besides having reached a level of mastery over force, it also proved that Si Ming was more than capable of handling the three opponents and still had a considerable amount of strength left to spare.
Fu Feng, standing in the crowd, felt a chill run down his spine. He knew that since this was someone his master had specifically designated to target, their strength must be considerable, but he never expected them to be this powerful—strong enough to rival Spirit Transformation cultivator...
"No wonder Master didn't tell me why he targeted this person; it seems he suffered a loss at the hands of this kid before."
Fu Feng suddenly realized what was happening and couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. He should have been more cautious. But now that he had already offended them, he was in a bind with no way out. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to explain it to his master.
He then gave his follower a look, who understood and quickly blended into the crowd, whispering, "This guy looks down on us Military School, mocking us as sissies. How can we let him show off on stage?"
Another person chimed in, "That's right. In the end, he's just one person. What's there to be afraid of? Let's all attack him together. Does he have some kind of Divine Ability, like Three Heads and Six Arms?"
Then, several students who had already been bribed by Fu Feng roared, "Dare to look down on us Military School? You brat, prepare to die!" At the same time, they leaped out and attacked Si Ming.
Instigated by these individuals, students who already disliked Si Ming and resented his arrogance also rushed into the martial arts arena. Subsequently, more and more people joined in, with seven out of ten people actually making a move.
Perhaps at first they had the idea that "it's not honorable to win by ganging up on the few," but people have a herd mentality. After seeing others take action, their original thoughts wavered. Only those with firm will and strong self-esteem would disdain doing such a thing.
Si Huaruo was about to make a move when she heard Si Ming laugh loudly, "Well done! All of you come at me at once and show me the backbone of the weak!"
Sensing the arrogance and sarcasm in her words, Si Huaruo dispersed her hidden inner True Qi, preparing herself to be a spectator.
In the center of the martial arts arena, Si Ming swung the banner in his hand upwards, using Wild Ball Fist with his left hand and Ethereal Cloud and Mist Palm with his right, one forceful and the other gentle, interlocking in a series of movements, as he strode forward against the flow of people. Every time he threw a punch or a palm strike, someone would fly out, crash into the wall, and slide to the ground.
"Everyone, let's attack together and fight him!"
"Don't be afraid, he can't hold on for long."
However, Si Ming not only persevered, but he also did so without breaking a sweat. He even occasionally slapped his palm upwards, causing the falling banner to bounce back into the air.
He got carried away with the fight, let out a long howl, and used the sound waves to make the people surrounding him freeze for a moment. Then he took off his coat, swung it around, twisted it into a pretzel, and lashed it out like a whip.
Bang bang bang!
With divine power, Si Ming's clothes were as hard as steel whips. Even when they collided with weapons, the weapons would be smashed to pieces, and then the force would be used to entangle and fling the person away.
From the outside, one could see Si Ming using his coat as a whip, drawing arcs in the air. Crescent-shaped white ribbons rose continuously, hissing like the wind, advancing and retreating unpredictably. One whip after another, the cycle never ended, as fast as a storm, and the speed was even increasing.
He not only single-handedly withstood the surging crowd, but also pushed back the enemies. His aura grew stronger and stronger, and after reaching its peak, the white ribbon spread out completely, extending three zhang in length, almost encompassing everyone.
"Amazing! Absolutely amazing! Absolutely incredible!"
Cheng Xin was so excited she couldn't speak. Her usual eloquence and persuasive skills seemed to have vanished. All she could do was repeatedly say "amazing!" and pick up her camera to take one photo after another.