Unleashing the Ultimate Point-Blank

"This is outrageous. How is this any different from street thugs brawling?"

Shi Potian moved to step forward and stop the melee, but the principal called out to him.

"Hold on, Teacher Shi. It's normal for children to roughhouse. Besides, they're all Spirit Martial Practitioners. A little fighting won't turn out as badly as you say. On the contrary, it can spur their drive to improve."

Just then, Qin Ming happened to pass by, and all the instructors turned to look at him.

"Why are you here?" Mo Lan asked curiously.

The Class One students she led had gotten into a fight with someone. Why hadn't this guy joined in?

Qin Ming wasn't exactly passing by. He had originally been waiting for Li Zhihao's younger sister, Li Yanan. He hadn't expected her to be accompanied by so many teachers and instructors, nor had he expected the principal to be there.

So he had circled around from another direction, but he hadn't expected to find such a scene when he arrived.

Helpless, he could only step out and face them.

"He came to wait for me, right, Brother Ming?" At that moment, a young girl stepped out from behind the group of instructors and stuck out her tongue at Qin Ming.

"Y-Yes, yes. I came to wait for Yanan."

Apart from the instructors, the remaining homeroom teachers and even the principal more or less knew that the families behind these two intended to arrange a marriage between them.

Thus, after hearing the explanation, they did not press the matter further.

Just then, an enraged roar came from the other side of the Martial Arena.

"Die!!"

The young girl from earlier immediately found the voice familiar.

"Is that my brother? Li Zhihao? Who is he fighting? Do you know?" She was asking Qin Ming, unable to believe her brother could be furious to such an extent.

"Uh... our class monitor. His name is Su Wuming, from the strength type."

Qin Ming spoke awkwardly. This situation truly put him in a difficult position.

He knew Su Wuming's strength well. Li Zhihao was absolutely no match for him. The fact that they appeared evenly matched meant Su Wuming simply did not want to end the battle too early and wanted to fight a little longer.

The question was, who should he help?

Over on the other side, the massive flock of firebirds Li Zhihao had unleashed was effortlessly neutralized by Su Wuming. Seeing the remaining firebirds about to be completely destroyed only made him angrier.

His rage instantly reached its peak. The flames he unleashed became redder and more vivid, condensing above his head into an enraged ghostly face made of fire.

This was also his ultimate strike. After using it, he would no longer be able to fight and could only be left at the mercy of others.

"Principal, should we stop them? This is no longer a sparring match. Even if Su Wuming's strength type has mutated, he probably can't block this move. After all, the strength type still relies on the body to fight."

The speaker was Class Three's homeroom teacher. He understood Li Zhihao's abilities. Though his words seemed to be spoken in Su Wuming's defense, he was actually worried that using this move would drain Li Zhihao tremendously, both physically and mentally.

However, before the principal could speak, Instructor Mo Lan interrupted.

"There's no need to stop them. A battle must determine a winner and a loser. Since Su Wuming dared to fight him, he must bear all the consequences."

Li Yanan disagreed and was about to argue, but Qin Ming stopped her in time.

It was useless. That was simply Instructor Mo Lan's personality. Once she made up her mind, no one could stop her.

"Heh, Mo Lan, why do I get the feeling that you think your student is guaranteed to win?"

Rose, Class Three's instructor, stepped forward at this moment. Like Mo Lan, she was a woman and one of only two female instructors among the eight classes.

Unlike Mo Lan, Rose had a more seductive appearance, while Mo Lan was cold and proud. The two women formed a striking contrast, and their personalities were much the same.

The two had often found each other unpleasant within the organization.

Sure enough, as soon as Rose spoke, Mo Lan immediately replied.

"Want to make a bet? Nothing too big. Fifty Black Iron Beast Crystals."

"If you want to bet, then let's bet. I don't care about such a small number of Beast Crystals."

As the two finalized their wager, the battle in the Martial Arena also reached its final moment.

By then, the students from the several classes who had been fighting in a chaotic mass had also stopped and turned to look toward Su Wuming and Li Zhihao.

"Feel my wrath! Die!!!"

After Li Zhihao roared those words, the ghostly face above his head also let out a savage howl, spewing flames from its mouth as it flew toward Su Wuming.

Su Wuming's Rubber Gatling had just blown apart the last firebird. Seeing his opponent use his ultimate move, he remained completely calm. As he pulled back his arms, his head stretched dozens of meters behind him.

At the same time, Armament Haki instantly wrapped around his head, turning his face authentically black.

Since Li Zhihao had launched a ghost-face attack, then Su Wuming would give him a true point-blank strike.

Rubber Bell!!!

The elasticity of his Rubber Constitution instantly reached its limit. Su Wuming's entire head snapped back at tremendous speed, slamming into that savage, terrifying ghostly face.

The students watching from all around could only blurt out, "Holy shit."

"Holy shit, this is what a real point-blank ultimate looks like!"

"That really opened my eyes."

"Can this guy's ability make every part of his body longer?"

"That's right. Every part."

"Damn! Suddenly, my ability doesn't seem so great anymore."

"..."

At the same time, Su Wuming's head collided with the ghostly face.

In that instant, everyone held their breath, including the principal and the others in the distance.

The scene they had imagined, of Su Wuming being defeated, never occurred.

Instead, Su Wuming's head smashed through the ghostly face in a single devastating blow, causing a burst of sparks to explode in midair.

Su Wuming's attack did not slow in the slightest as he charged straight toward Li Zhihao.

The last thing Li Zhihao saw was Su Wuming's pitch-black face. Then his entire body flew backward, his nose collapsing as a trail of blood scattered through the air and landed on the snow with sizzling sounds, releasing a faint puff of white steam.

But Su Wuming did not stop there. He grabbed the testing dummies on either side, pulled himself backward, then used Rubber Rocket to instantly arrive in front of the fallen Li Zhihao.

Then he raised his fist and drove it straight into Li Zhihao's face. He had promised Zhao Qiansun that he would beat him until he looked just like him.

Keeping his word was Su Wuming's martial path.

Suddenly, Su Wuming whipped his head around, and his expression immediately darkened. Armament Haki covered his entire face once again. Someone had launched a sneak attack on him!

Immediately afterward, a clear "ding" rang out. Su Wuming's head and body were knocked backward, showing just how powerful the blow had been.

Fortunately, he braced himself against the ground with both hands in time, dissipating the force before quickly getting back up.

"Who the hell sneak-attacked me?!"

"It was me!"

A light, feminine voice came from not far away.