The rapidly spinning short staff skimmed past Mu Fan's chest.
Mu Fan's body bent like a fully drawn greatbow, his arm and the short staff becoming an arrow charged to its absolute limit.
His icy eyes fixed on the roaring dragon formed by the opponent's thrusting staff.
"One!"
Mu Fan uttered the first syllable. His entire chest suddenly sank backward, narrowly evading the terrifying staff dragon and avoiding its edge. He calmly watched the long staff graze past his chest, then raised his indifferent gaze...
Had he dodged?
The question had just flashed through the minds of some sharp-eyed cadets, but...
"Two!"
Mu Fan's right arm, stretched to its limit, suddenly drove forward with tremendous force!
A whirlwind spinning far faster than Di Xiu's surged up before Mu Fan's right hand. The loose hair on his forehead flew high into the air!
Mu Fan's legs, coiled like springs, transmitted the power released from his waist into his arm. Shoulder driving elbow, the long and short combat staffs collided violently.
Boom!
A staggering sound erupted across the stage.
A ring of brown-black wood chips exploded between them.
The colliding ends of both staffs were ground entirely into powder.
Yet Di Xiu had already charged forward with the momentum of a sprint. Thus, in everyone's eyes, he was still advancing, except the long staff in his hand was shattering into debris bit by bit.
The long staff in his hand grew shorter and shorter.
The short staff in Mu Fan's hand was likewise disintegrating and breaking apart.
His right hand, which had maintained its grip, suddenly spread its fingers and snapped back like lightning. Then, with his palm braced against the short staff, he shoved forward violently.
Creak, creak... Crack!
The short staff in Mu Fan's hand vanished first.
Delight could not