Want to Kill Me?

Why was the long stick suddenly switched to one side?

Mu Fan's pupils were now fixed on that end, and he intuitively felt that the aura on the other side was different from before.

Even the slightest movement of his left arm caused a tearing pain, and he was completely unable to exert any force. Gripping the Training Long Staff in his right hand with a reverse grip, Mu Fan bent over like a lurking tiger.

It was the first time that the members of the aerial observation group had witnessed Weapon Fighting, and many of them were clearly interested.

Second Lieutenant Tian suddenly stepped forward, simultaneously drawing circles with both ends of his staff. In the same instant, one end of the staff swept from front-up to back-down, while the other end swept from back-down to front-up. Between feints and real attacks, he aimed the right end of the staff at Mu Fan's left temple.

Mu Fan's temples throbbed, and he suddenly bent his arm, using his elbow to press down on the long stick and forcefully strike from the side, breaking the opponent's chokehold.

When the two sticks collided, Mu Fan noticed that the end that had just been replaced was being used by Second Lieutenant Tian to strike the ground.

Why replace it?

Or is it...?

This is just a deception!

"Small Strangulation." Ruan Xiongfeng, with his arms crossed, suddenly uttered three words in a cold voice. This was the name of the first move of the weapon Killing Skill.

He was now absolutely certain that the other party had come with murderous intent!

Who would dare to commit such a crime in such a setting?!

This did not destroy an ordinary person, but the future hope of an academy!

If I find out, I'll tear you apart!

"Drop!"

Suddenly, the Sky Communicator vibrated; it wasn't a voice message, but a text message.

"I'm sorry, Regimental Commander Ruan, I triggered an alert while querying just now because I didn't have enough permissions. The Military Police might be here in a bit. This message is encrypted, don't worry, the communication records have been destroyed."

As he stared at the last flashing punctuation mark, Ruan Xiongfeng clenched his fists so tightly they cracked. He finally realized that someone was interfering, and probably someone of a very high rank!

How could this commoner possibly have access to such a high level!

Kid, you better live!

Seeing Mu Fan block his first move, Tian Qingyun's eyes held a meaningful look.

Kid, I'm afraid I'm going to kill a genius today.

The long staff that had missed its target was suddenly propelled upwards by a brute force and swept across the ground, the fierce wind threatening to sever Mu Fan's legs in one blow.

Sweep Kick Strike!

Small Strangulation Pursuit Skill!

This was entirely due to taking advantage of Mu Fan's current movement.

One of his arms was already useless, and now they want to cripple both of Mu Fan's legs as well.

Mu Fan sensed a chilling killing intent in this move, the kind of iron-blooded ruthlessness unique to soldiers!

The long staff was about to strike his legs in an instant, Mu Fan twisted his waist, lifted his feet off the ground, and forcibly controlled himself to do a horizontal mid-air spin.

Hmph, the long stick that had just been swept across Tian Qingyun's hand swung strangely, then, using its momentum, it drew a circle and returned to mid-air before crashing down hard!

The second technique for pursuing the opponent is the Swinging Circle Chop Kill.

Danger lurks at every turn!

Mu Fan, still suspended in mid-air, instinctively sensed something was wrong, because the sound of the long staff cutting through the air came too fast, and even began to appear as afterimages.

And that feeling of cutting through the air...

This doesn't look like something that could be made from a wooden stick!

Mu Fan's pupils contracted, because out of the corner of his eye he saw that the side that was slashing down was the same side that had been aimed at him after the two hands were switched!

With a flick of his wrist, Mu Fan hoisted the long staff behind his back, attempting to use his back to brace against the staff and withstand the blow.

However, he did not notice the strange rubbing motions of Tian Qingyun's hands as he gripped the long stick, so he had no idea that the long stick was no longer used for ordinary striking.

Click!

With a crisp sound, the long staff on Mu Fan's back was smashed in two, and only then did he realize that there was something wrong with the staff on the other side.

That was definitely not a wooden stick, but Bing Bing, hard metal.

Puff!

The heavy club, carrying immense momentum, slammed down on his back, Mu Fan let out a muffled groan, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

When the still-steaming blood sprayed onto the Combat Stage floor, the spectators simultaneously cheered.

They had no idea what was going on. They were simply looking at the terrifying number 1578 who was wounded, which meant that the battle was going to be exciting. They never mind if there's too much drama.

Mu Fan was slammed heavily to the ground. He was absolutely certain that the power of that attack was probably at Level 21. Now, his internal organs felt as if they were out of place.

The sound of the wind? Oh no!

Before Mu Fan could recover, he heard a sharp sound of air being cut.

Snap!

Mu Fan forced himself to exert force, spitting out another mouthful of blood. He gripped the broken stick in his right hand and slammed it into the ground. Then, he did a somersault and narrowly avoided the diagonal slash.

Somewhat unexpectedly, Tian Qingyun withdrew his staff. He had thought that his previous move would have completely defeated the kid.

Having been struck twice with the same heavy blows he used in his Killing Skill, the extent of his internal organ rupture would likely prevent him from reaching the medical station.

He launched three consecutive attacks, each move carrying a murderous intent.

Having finally determined the other party's purpose, Mu Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his right shoulder.

Then he spat out a mouthful of saliva.

"It really surprised me." Two of the three Killing Skill hit but he didn't die, and Tian Qingyun himself was a little embarrassed.

Pooh!

Mu Fan's eyes now resembled those of a lone wolf driven to the brink of despair, a look of utter madness that disregarded everything.

He will never be defeated, and he will never admit defeat!

Interesting. Looking at the expression in the boy's eyes and his wary posture, it was clear he had no intention of admitting defeat.

Heh, since you're asking for death, then don't blame me.

Tian Qingyun raised the long stick, which had been tampered with and replaced with an alloy, once again, gently pushed the bottom with his left hand, and gripped it in reverse with his right hand, assuming another peculiar posture, but his killing intent had only increased!

"Finally, you're starting to be shameless!" Ruan Xiongfeng exuded a murderous aura in mid-air, causing no one to stand within two meters of him.

"What is Old Ruan doing?" Ruan Xiongfeng's commotion startled the people around him, but looking at the cold expression on Ruan Xiongfeng's face and the murderous aura around him, that bald head was particularly frightening.

No one dared to approach.

Aside from the experienced Ruan Xiongfeng, probably no one else at the scene noticed the suspicious circumstances behind the scenes.

Weapon Killing Skill - Wind Whirlwind Killing Staff!

Huff, huff, huff...

Tian Qingyun's hands began to alternate strangely.

The long stick also began to slowly spin at a specific rhythm, rotating continuously around the two alternating palms, and then began to accelerate.

The sound of wind breaking through the air came whistling in, and that strange whooshing sound once again attracted the attention of the crowd.

At this point, a few audience members finally raised questions.

"This... is a move that a level 17 player can use?"

Unfortunately, the scene was noisy, and most people were focused on the fights in other places, so these few questions were quickly drowned out by the crowd.

Finally, Tian Qingyun spun the long staff in his hand to its maximum extent, and then raised both hands above his head.

"Since you're not leaving, then... die!"

A cold killing intent finally appeared in his eyes. With this final blow, Tian Qingyun decided to send his opponent to their doom.

Ha! Mu Fan's aura was icy cold, and a faint green light flashed in his palm.

The muscles in his right arm bulged out under his long-sleeved jacket, and he rubbed his two fingers together violently in a way that no normal person could possibly do.

Waaah!

The broken stick stood upright in Mu Fan's palm and began to spin rapidly, creating a strange whistling sound.

He raised the long stick with his right hand, lifted his drooping eyelids, and revealed an indifference to life in his eyes.

"You want to kill me..."

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