My Skill-Redemption!

Mu Fan twisted his two fingers together strangely again, and then the broken stick that had been spinning vertically in his palm came straight across, beginning to draw a smaller stick shadow than the one opposite him. The strangest thing was that when this short stick began to spin horizontally, there was not a sound of wind breaking through it, as if the surrounding environment was a complete vacuum.

The boy now stands wearily opposite, his left arm still hanging limply at his sides, his right hand supporting the spinning stick shadow, then palm down, extending diagonally behind him!

Notice how the audience here erupted in cheers!

They saw that as the palm turned downwards, the rapidly spinning broken stick showed no sign of falling and remained steadily rotating in Mu Fan's palm.

As if held in a mysterious magnetic force, the broken stick moved faster and faster until it became a whole circular black shadow.

"What kind of move is that!?"

"I've never seen this kind of move before."

"Look at that afterimage! Its spin rate of 1578 is many times faster than the one on the other side!"

When a move that no one had ever seen before appeared, Mu Fan inevitably became the focus of attention once again.

"How is this possible?" Zhang Yuanren, who was secretly watching from below the stage, had a flash of malice and astonishment in his eyes at the same time.

"Another one of my My Style Fighting Technique?"

Seeing a sudden glimmer of hope, Ruan Xiongfeng couldn't help but mutter to himself.

To date, only two people have witnessed this move.

Sang Pu Jie, Su Xiaomi!

If anyone has the most experience, it's definitely Sang Pu Jie, but those two can't possibly be here right now, which means Mu Fan is destined to amaze everyone.

If you want to kill me... then come on.

A section on the redemption of my skills—

Frenzy Cut!

Tian Qingyun raised his hands high, the Wind Whirlwind Killing Staff already at its maximum power, and slammed it down.

The overwhelming power was like a dam bursting, covering the sky.

The boy's left arm hung limply, and there were traces of blood that had not yet dried at the corner of his thin lips; his breathing was calm.

Suddenly, Mu Fan had a sudden realization: when he entered a deeper state of calm, it might be the opportunity for him to break through with his Dark Breath.

As countless sticks rained down, some people clenched their fists, believing that the boy was completely enveloped in them and would likely be bleeding on the spot in the next second.

His eyelids drooped again, Mu Fan suddenly turned his hand to the side, then violently flicked it upwards!

The transformation from utter stillness to frenzy was completed in a mere instant. At that moment, his muscles pushed beyond their physical limits, but under the unique stimulation and restraint of the Dark Breath, Mu Fan endured the excruciating pain of his muscles being stretched and torn apart, and fiercely released his power.

The Dark Breath spread from his palm to the broken staff, and then Mu Fan violently flicked it away with a backhand!

Cut into three to five sections!

The small black shadow of the staff-blade wheel in his hand directly met the barrage of heavy staffs flying everywhere.

What will be the result?

People stared wide-eyed at the scene, eager to see if the boy would be slammed to the ground or if a miracle would occur.

The flurry of sticks stopped.

Mu Fan raised his right hand above his head, the broken stick in his hand still spinning non-stop.

Tian Qingyun's eyes were cold as he gripped the long staff horizontally with both hands, but the next second he saw the calm demeanor of the young man standing opposite him, someone who didn't seem to be hurt.

Prepare to massage the body again by stepping forward and exerting force with both arms.

But then Tian Qingyun suddenly felt his hands go empty. Surprised, he looked down and his face turned to disbelief.

One side of the long stick shattered into countless small pieces, which quietly scattered.

The other Alloy Staff remained unharmed, still in his right hand.

Mu Fan's lips curled up, and his right hand fell.

The broken stick stopped spinning and came to rest in my palm.

Broken stick against broken stick!

Just a moment ago, under the powerful perception of the Dark Breath, Mu Fan completely avoided one side of the Wind Whirlwind Killing Staff's metal and shattered the other side.

Snort!

With a cold snort, Tian Qingyun held the Metal Short Rod upside down in his right hand. His opponent was already fully aware of the strangeness of his weapon, and the way he used this posture to strike was like an invisible slap in the face to himself.

Holding the stick in one hand, Tian Qingyun couldn't allow himself to fail; the troublesome nature of the young man in front of him far exceeded his expectations.

He was preparing to unleash his advanced Killing Move once again.

But just as he raised his right hand, he saw the boy opposite him raise his right arm at the same time.

What is he going to do?

They're actually going to launch a preemptive attack!

"Both of them raised their hands at the same time. Is number 1578 going to take the initiative to attack this time?"

"Yeah, now that you mention it, I think I remember. It was the military attacking the whole time. But is this really level 17? I feel like it should be at least level 18."

"But this guy doesn't seem to be very good at Weapon Fighting, otherwise he wouldn't have been beaten to the point of vomiting blood by the opponent."

The audience below, unaware of the truth, had no idea of Tian Qingyun's true strength, let alone that the Metal Short Rod in his hand was several levels higher in material than the wooden stick in Mu Fan's hand.

The academy's observation team was in mid-air.

"How come Mu Fan is putting on such a fancy show against a level 17 military officer? Was he hiding his true strength just now?"

"I wouldn't hide my skills, but I certainly wouldn't be beaten so badly I vomit blood."

"You've really got a knack for this. Now both of you have switched from long sticks to short sticks. This is going to be interesting. It's fair, haha."

"Ha ha."

Standing alone in front of the glass curtain wall, Ruan Xiongfeng listened coldly to the noise around him, and really wanted to beat this group of ignorant good-for-nothings to a pulp.

fair?

Hmph, the "fairness" manipulated by the military. If you knew the true strength of those soldiers, let's see if you'd still be laughing!

Short stick?

Didn't you see that the acceleration at both ends of the long stick was different when it was swung? What a bunch of mediocre people whose brains are full of fat.

That kid actually managed to completely even the situation with that one strike.

Was that really my My Style Fighting Technique?

But the more carefully I thought about it, the more I realized how many variations there were after the move, as if this move had only lifted a corner of a huge curtain covering the sky.

Mu Fan suddenly raised his right hand!

Half a second faster than the opponent, the broken stick was now held in mid-air as the arm was raised.

Then this time, it was a special force exerted under the palm's wrapping.

The short stick in his hand spun eerily fast, then his right arm swung with a peculiar rhythm, a second later it suddenly blurred into a blur. More than ten raindrops appeared in the air in an instant.

Upon closer inspection, those were black dots formed from the tip of the broken stick.

Tian Qingyun felt a surge of crisis; in that instant, a deadly threat appeared emanating from Mu Fan.

Killing Skill - Rain Killing Staff!

Tian Qingyun could no longer bear the pressure of life and death. The Metal Short Rod, having lost the balance caused by the lightness of the wooden stick, was now incredibly powerful when used at full strength. The shadows of the sticks appeared again, this time even denser than before.

A torrential downpour is coming!

Ah, is it raining?

I suddenly remembered the figure of my Fighter Instructor teaching me these moves. Today, let them shine here!

Redemption Second Stage Revised - Ten Fierce Rains!

Break it!

Mu Fan's right arm was covered in bulging veins, and the muscles beneath his skin released astonishing power under the control of the Dark Breath.

The wind howled past.

Mu Fan disappeared and then reappeared behind Tian Qingyun.

Bang! Inside the high platform in mid-air, Ruan Xiongfeng suddenly slammed his palm into the metal railing, breaking it in two.

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