What Is a Three-Stage Rocket?

The students in the stands watched with great relish.

"HAHAHA, this sparring match is way too entertaining.

You recorded all of it, right? Whenever we're in a bad mood later, we can pull it out and watch it."

"I still prefer watching those parachutes."

A lot of people were sent flying into the air, their pants sliding down to their ankles and flapping noisily in the wind.

They looked like parachutes, but they couldn't serve as parachutes at all.

If the teachers hadn't caught them, they would have been smashed to death.

"I still prefer watching the white flags dancing in the sky."

After some students were launched into the air, their white training pants were blown clean off.

The training pants drifting through the sky looked especially like white flags raised in surrender.

The students rescued by the teachers were too ashamed to return to the stands and ran straight back to their villas.

A student in the stands said, "We really shouldn't laugh at the students who got sent flying.

If we went up there instead, we'd definitely fare even worse than they did.

Still, we've got to laugh when it's time to laugh.

Ah, HAHAHA, this is too funny."

"Under A Feng's giant palm, all beings are equal.

Everyone below ninth grade gets sent flying with a single slap."

The students remaining on the field were all masters among masters.

Many of them had already organized themselves.

"A few of us will draw his attention from the front.

Those people in the back will attack him with true qi martial arts.

He's burning through true qi ten or a hundred times faster than we are.

It's been this long already. His true qi might be nearly depleted.

Let's hit him a few more times and drain more