Wu Zhangkong looked at their reactions and nodded slightly.
Then he turned around.
His eyes fell on Zhong Shenxiu standing by the window.
There was an instant change in those cold eyes.
The hatred of iron that could not be transformed into steel when he looked at the five people just now completely disappeared at this moment.
Instead, there was a sense of relief.
A kind of satisfaction.
One way - as a teacher, it is really a dream to have such a student.
The change was so obvious.
It's so obvious that five people can clearly see it.
Xie Xie twitched the corner of his mouth and muttered in a low voice, "It's really differential treatment..."
Tang Wulin glanced at Zhong Shenxiu with complicated eyes.
The corners of Gu Yue's mouth raised slightly, with a hint of a smile.
Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi looked at each other, with a hint of complexity flashing in their eyes.
Wu Zhangkong ignored their reactions.
He spoke.
"Shenxiu."
The voice was still cold, but there was a different kind of warmth in that coldness.
"You go out."
Zhong Shenxiu stood by the window, the sunlight falling on his angular profile.
He glanced at Wu Zhangkong.
There was still no emotion in those light golden vertical pupils.
But he took steps.
One step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
He walked to Wu Zhangkong and stopped.
The two stood opposite each other.
A man dressed in white is as tall as snow and as tall as a pine tree.
Although the figure is small, his back is straight and his momentum is not lost at all.
Wu Zhangkong looked at him, a trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.
Then he withdrew his gaze and looked at the five people.
He coughed lightly.
The trace of relief on his face disappeared in an instant.
He returned to his cold and indifferent appearance.
"Next, Zhong Shenxiu and I will give you a demonstration."
His voice was calm.
"What you think is unnecessary is the basic combat ability - the effect it has shown."
He raised his hand and waved outward.
"Spread out."
Upon hearing this, the five people quickly stepped back.
Although they think Wu Zhangkong is a bit of a fuss.
But they dispersed obediently.
In the center of the classroom, there is only an empty space.
In the middle of the open space, two people stood.
Wu Zhangkong.
Zhong Shenxiu.
Wu Zhangkong looked at Zhong Shenxiu.
He spoke.
"Shenxiu, let go and attack me."
His voice was calm.
"Besides not being allowed to use Soul Skill, you can do whatever you can--"
The words are not finished yet.
His voice stopped suddenly.
Because Zhong Shenxiu has moved.
Just when Wu Zhangkong said these seven words "You can do your best", Zhong Shenxiu's steps had already been taken.
A distance of two or three steps.
No need to hesitate at all.
No preparation required at all.
He raised his right arm instantly, made a fist, and punched forward.
That punch was too fast.
It was so fast that the air was torn apart, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air.
He was so fast that the five people standing far away didn't even have time to see his movements clearly.
They only saw an afterimage.
A golden afterimage.
Then--
Golden light lit up from Zhong Shenxiu's right arm.
Those are dragon scales.
Light golden dragon scales emerge from under the skin one by one.
They covered his entire right arm, spreading from the wrist to the shoulder. Each scale was tightly arranged, with edges as sharp as knives, and glowed with a metallic sheen in the sunlight.
Punch out like a dragon.
The air was completely torn in front of this punch, making a sharp explosion. The pale golden dragon scales shone brightly in the sun, each piece seemed to have been tempered by the flames, and had a cold and hard texture like metal.
The punch has arrived.
Wu Zhangkong pupils shrink.
Too fast.
Too cruel.
There are no temptations, no false moves, the first move is the killing move.
That punch went straight to the throat.
Wu Zhangkong's feet moved slightly and his body slid back half a step.
That's half a step.
The blade of the fist grazed his Adam's apple, and the strong wind caused a light red mark on his fair neck.
But Wu Zhangkong's movements did not stop.
While he was sliding, his right hand had already been raised and pointed like a sword, piercing Zhong Shenxiu's eyebrows.
Pointing the sword through the air, making no sound.
Zhong Shenxiu head sideways.
The finger sword grazed his temple and cut off a few hair strands.
Hair falls.
Zhong Shenxiu's left hand has moved.
He did not withdraw his right fist, but took advantage of the force of the punch, leaned forward slightly, jumped slightly, and swept his left elbow along the way.
Elbow.
Wu Zhangkong Pull your fingers together, turn your wrists, raise your palms, and block them in front of your temples.
Bang.
The elbows and palms hit each other, making a dull sound.
Wu Zhangkong's body swayed.
Zhong Shenxiu's elbow strike was too powerful, beyond his expectation.
He took advantage of the force and took a step back to release the force.
But Zhong Shenxiu didn't give him a chance to breathe.
Follow up in one step.
The right fist punched out again.
It's still the throat.
It's still a killer move.
Wu Zhangkong frowned slightly.
He raised his left hand and opened his fingers to face the punch.
The moment the fists and palms touched, Wu Zhangkong's wrist turned slightly, his palm slid against the edge of the fist, and his five fingers clasped towards Zhong Shenxiu's wrist.
Capture.
Zhong Shenxiu's eyes flashed with light.
He didn't pull away.
Instead, he turned his wrist and clasped it towards Wu Zhangkong's fingers.
The hands of the two people intertwined and collided in the air, Entangle.
Fingers, wrists, palms, arms.
Every contact was accompanied by a subtle popping sound of the joints.
Fast.
Too fast.
It's so fast that it's almost impossible to catch it with the naked eye.
But every move is clean and neat, without any unnecessary movements.
Wu Zhangkong's fingers clasped towards Zhong Shenxiu's pulse.
Zhong Shenxiu's wrist flicked to avoid the buckle, and at the same time, his five fingers came together to form a knife, slanting the side of Wu Zhangkong's neck.
The hand knife cuts through the air.
Avoid the side of Wu Zhangkong's neck, reach out with your right hand at the same time, and directly take out the shoulder joint of Zhong Shenxiu.
Zhong Shenxiu's shoulders sank, letting go of the grasp, and his knees were already raised.
Knee bump.
Wu Zhangkong tightened his abdomen, turned sideways, and brushed his knees against his clothes.
But Zhong Shenxiu's knee did not fail.
The moment they passed by, his calf suddenly popped open and he kicked Wu Zhangkong on the outside of his knee.
Change tactics.
Incredibly fast.
A trace of surprise flashed in Wu Zhangkong's eyes.
He didn't force it.
With a twist of his body, his whole body slid back three feet like floating catkins.
Zhong Shenxiu kicked the ball in the air, pointed his toes to the ground, and charged forward again.
The distance between the two people once again shortened to within an arm's length.
Zhong Shenxiu punched out with both fists at the same time.
One punch for the throat, one punch for the heart.
Both fists came together.
Wu Zhangkong's two palms were shot simultaneously.
One palm is used to punch the throat, and the other palm is used to punch the heart.
Fists collided.
Bang.
A dull crash echoed in the empty classroom.
Wu Zhangkong's figure swayed slightly.
Zhong Shenxiu's offensive was finally blocked.
But only for a moment.
The moment the fists collided, Zhong Shenxiu's fists suddenly retracted, while his body rotated and his right leg swept out.
Sweep your legs.
The target is the waist side of Wu Zhangkong.
Wu Zhangkong The left arm sank down to block that leg.
But Zhong Shenxiu's leg suddenly retracted at the moment of contact, but the momentum of the body's rotation did not stop, and his left leg took advantage of the situation and swept out again.
Chain Kick.
The first leg faltered.
The second kick is the killer move.
This leg swept towards the side of Wu Zhangkong's neck.
Wu Zhangkong finally took action.
His figure suddenly dwarfed, and he seemed to be sliding against the ground. While avoiding that leg, he pointed his right hand like a sword and stabbed Zhong Shenxiu's left ankle, which was supporting his body.
Pointing the sword through the air.
Zhong Shenxiu touched the ground with his left foot and jumped into the air.
He spun in the air and chopped his right leg down like a battle axe.