Divine Dragon Tail Whip

"Begin."

The middle-aged referee chopped his hand down forcefully, signaling the official start of the match.

The entire arena fell silent as everyone watched the ring.

Most of No. 9 Middle School's students looked tense. Having witnessed Bai Xiang's savagery, they were worried Gao Wu would be swiftly crushed, perhaps even seriously injured.

Gao Wu had always been a substitute on the Martial Arts Team and had never competed publicly.

Most No. 9 Middle School students only knew Gao Wu because of the Hot-Blooded Youth video that had exploded across the internet today. Their earlier cheers had also come from their blood running hot in the moment.

Now that they had calmed down, they looked at Gao Wu again. He was nearly a head shorter than Bai Xiang, and the difference in their builds was even greater.

It was no exaggeration to say that Bai Xiang could be split into two Gao Wus. With murderous intent written all over his face, Bai Xiang's presence also far surpassed Gao Wu's.

No matter how one looked at it, Gao Wu was at an enormous disadvantage.

Bai Xiang did not even raise a guard. He swaggered toward Gao Wu.

He was deliberately leaving himself wide open, giving Gao Wu a chance to attack.

With his current physical condition, taking a couple punches or kicks would not affect him much. But if Gao Wu took the initiative to close in, Bai Xiang would have the chance to seize him.

As long as he got Gao Wu in a hold, he could slam the shit right out of his stomach!

Gao Wu saw through Bai Xiang's intentions at a glance. He cautiously took small steps backward, keeping a relatively safe distance from Bai Xiang.

The ring was a ten-meter-wide circle. Gao Wu had to constantly adjust the direction of his retreat to avoid getting backed against the edge and preserve the greatest possible space to maneuver.

Seeing Bai Xiang press forward so brazenly, he did not stand on ceremony and threw a low kick first.

Gao Wu's low kick was not aimed at the other man's knee joint. Instead, he scraped upward from the calf.

The opponent's body was too sturdy. A normal low kick would be difficult to put power into and would not injure Bai Xiang. But if he put too much force into it, Bai Xiang would seize the chance to counterattack.

He swung his leg with the top of his foot like a sickle, driving upward along Bai Xiang's calf and applying all the force to his skin and flesh, separating hide from meat. This kind of low kick was specifically meant for dealing with strong, powerfully built opponents.

Human skin was packed with nerves and highly sensitive. Such a low kick could inflict intense pain, effectively disrupting the opponent's movements and breaking their concentration.

Bai Xiang did not care about the low kick at all. After being injected with Red Dragon Serum, his pain perception had been reduced by seventy percent. Forget a low kick—even if someone slashed him twice, he would barely feel it.

Taking advantage of the moment Gao Wu kicked, Bai Xiang lunged at him like a tiger. Though he was huge, his strength gave him explosive speed when he suddenly exerted himself. His arms were also long, covering a large area.

Gao Wu had been prepared for this. The instant Bai Xiang's shoulder moved, he knew what the other man intended to do.

Reaching the proficient level in the Nine Dragon Forms had not directly improved his strength or speed, but it had deepened his understanding of martial arts.

Even though he was unfamiliar with Bai Xiang, he could judge his movements through Bai Xiang's slightest motions.

Gao Wu lowered his head and shifted sideways. He was not particularly fast, but he was nimble and light, even carrying the lively grace of a fish darting through water.

Bai Xiang's outstretched hand missed Gao Wu by mere centimeters. He had used tremendous force in that burst, and in his haste, he had no time to adjust his direction again. He could only watch Gao Wu slip away.

The move triggered cheers throughout the arena. Everyone practiced martial arts these days; even if they were not good at it, they could at least understand the basics.

Everyone could see how beautiful that move had been. It even felt as if Gao Wu had toyed with Bai Xiang.

After missing with one move, Bai Xiang slowly turned around and growled at Gao Wu, "You jump around like a monkey. Ridiculous."

Gao Wu did not get angry. He asked instead, "Getting desperate, are you?"

Bai Xiang's eyes reddened further, and wisps of white vapor even rose from his head. His blood and qi were boiling, and he was in an extremely berserk state.

The Martial Arts Arena had no heating, and the temperature on the ring was close to freezing. That was why the changes in Bai Xiang's aura were so visible.

Even Gao Wu was somewhat amazed by Bai Xiang's imposing presence. The guy looked like a bipedal Violent Bear—he really was a little frightening!

Since taking up martial arts, this was Gao Wu's first time stepping onto a Middle School League ring, and also the first time he had encountered such a formidable opponent.

He was not entirely confident either. Even if this thing stood there and let him hammer away, it would probably be difficult to knock him down quickly.

Fortunately, Bai Xiang's emotions were very unstable, and he did not look particularly clear-headed.

Gao Wu pointed at Bai Xiang's steaming head and casually taunted him, "Buddy, the water in your brain's boiling!"

With his blood and qi rushing to his head, Bai Xiang was only thinking about how to beat Gao Wu to death. He had not really understood Gao Wu's jab, but he could sense the mockery in his words.

He let out a furious roar and charged toward Gao Wu in quick strides. Gao Wu retreated two steps to the center of the ring, then stopped retreating. Instead, he took the initiative to meet Bai Xiang, bracing his leg, twisting his waist, gathering power, and throwing a punch.

Against any other opponent, Gao Wu would not have dared to adjust into such a power-generating stance. Bai Xiang was simply too huge, and there was no point in trying any feints against him.

The ring was only so large. He could not keep evading Bai Xiang forever. Catching the opponent off guard was precisely the perfect chance to strike head-on.

Neither side's coaches nor teammates had expected Gao Wu to dare take the initiative. Huang Long and the others looked shocked. Huang Hai frowned slightly, not believing this kind of direct clash would accomplish much.

The Sixth Middle School coach, however, was delighted rather than alarmed. What he feared most was Gao Wu shamelessly running circles around the ring. If Gao Wu dragged things out for two rounds, the situation would become hard to predict.

Bai Xiang had not expected Gao Wu to strike first either. But he did not care about Gao Wu's fist. One hand guarded his chin while his right fist blasted toward Gao Wu's face.

As the two exchanged punches head-on, the fight abruptly entered a white-hot stage, and the spectators watching on-site grew tense as well.

Gao Wu had been injected with Blood Dragon Agent. His strength had increased somewhat over the past two days, and he could calmly adjust his power-generating posture. This punch carried at least eight hundred kilograms of force.

Though Bai Xiang was powerful, he could not use even half his strength when hastily raising his left hand. A fixed blocking guard was even less capable of matching a fiercely driven straight punch.

The punch broke through Bai Xiang's left hand, though it was deflected slightly by it. Gao Wu had originally aimed straight for Bai Xiang's chin, but the deviation sent it smashing into Bai Xiang's left cheek.

The punch did not land cleanly, but it left several deep bloody gashes on Bai Xiang's left cheek and tore apart half his ear. Blood immediately sprayed out.

Gao Wu struck Bai Xiang first, affecting the big man somewhat. Then, with a nimble tilt of his head, Gao Wu evaded as Bai Xiang's enormous fist grazed past his scalp. The howling wind of the punch sent his wispy, flowing bangs flying.

One large screen was specifically showing slow-motion replays of the exciting exchanges, clearly displaying every subtle detail of their traded punches and drawing cries of alarm from the crowd.

Although Bai Xiang did not feel much pain after taking the punch, its force had struck the vestibular system in his ear that maintained his balance, making him stagger.

Seizing the chance, Gao Wu unleashed a flurry of punches, treating Bai Xiang's head like a punching target and pouring out attacks wildly.

Bai Xiang took two more punches to the face. His nasal bone was broken, and his brow split open. The fists with their powerful penetrating force also made Bai Xiang's vision go dark.

That made Bai Xiang realize something was wrong. He hurriedly drew in both arms to shield his face. After throwing several punches and finding that he could not break through Bai Xiang's arms, Gao Wu knew there was no point in continuing. It would only give Bai Xiang a chance to catch his breath.

Seeing Bai Xiang raise both arms high and leave his chest and abdomen completely exposed, Gao Wu turned sideways, twisted his waist, and kicked. Power rose from his foot, traveled through his spine, then flowed into his right leg. Layer by layer, the force gathered at his toes, and his toes lashed out like the tip of a whip.

This kick originated from Divine Dragon Tail Whip of the Nine Dragon Forms. Strictly speaking, it was not a kicking technique, but a method of generating force that passed through the body section by section.

Having reached proficiency in the Nine Dragon Forms allowed Gao Wu to use Divine Dragon Tail Whip in actual combat.

The sweeping whip kick even cracked sharply through the air with a PA! before lashing Bai Xiang's liver like the tip of a thrown whip.

Inside the vast Martial Arts Arena, that sharp crack rang clearly in every spectator's ears.

Both teams' coaches showed surprise. Not many intermediate Martial Artists could train their kicking techniques to such a level!

Even Bai Xiang, whose pain perception had been weakened, could not withstand the agonizing pain from his liver. He sucked in his abdomen and bent over, while the hands shielding his face dropped to protect his liver.

Without mercy, Gao Wu kicked again, whipping straight at Bai Xiang's carotid artery. If this kick landed solidly, it would be enough to knock Bai Xiang unconscious!

The many spectators on-site also tensed up. Quite a few abruptly rose to their feet, wanting to see the outcome...

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