Four Victories in Four Battles

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The Bone Triangle, which emitted ten white beams of light, rose up and pushed forward like a giant chessboard.

Its fierce aura was enough to suffocate onlookers!

Looking at the light and shadow that were about to strike him heavily in the next second.

Mu Fan rubbed his two fingers together "lightly" again.

The training stick suddenly made a whistling sound and then rolled rapidly in Mu Fan's palm.

Apply more pressure with both fingers, and then apply even more pressure.

The short stick appeared to have completely detached from Mu Fan's palm, hovering about one centimeter above his hand and spinning rapidly.

Mu Fan held the spinning short stick in his right hand, his eyes calmly fixed on Mu Fan, showing no concern whatsoever that he was about to suffer a severe injury.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on this spot, everyone was waiting for the miracle that would happen in the next second!

A miracle belonging to Ingram, or a miracle belonging to Mu Fan!

Mu Fan moved; his hand subtly turned at that moment.

People's eyes followed the movement.

Why is that short stick still hanging in my palm?

But Mu Fan's right hand didn't grasp it!

This sight of once again breaking free from the planet's gravity began to stir the hearts of some.

He slowly raised his hand.

With a strange tremor in his wrist, his right hand became a blur.

At that moment, ten black dots appeared in the air; those were the tips of the short sticks!

A full ten stick shadows appeared in front of Mu Fan.

Redemption Second Stage - Ten Fierce Rains!

This is the Redemption Second Stage, where power is solidified.

Seeing the ten torrents of energy rushing towards him, Mu Fan's eyes narrowed instantly, and his staff flashed like a storm as he charged forward to meet them!

How powerful are ten drops of rain?

In the past, it could be said that it was light and insignificant.

But now, Mu Fan has once again shocked everyone with the short stick in his hand!

This is an unknown martial arts technique from a parallel universe belonging to the mysterious Fighter Instructor!

With a confident and arrogant smile, Ingram Mu Fan flicked out ten violent raindrops.

Ten against ten!

Black and white intersect!

Boom!!!

Ingram's long blue hair, which had been rising from behind him, suddenly stopped.

Then he watched in disbelief as the ten beams of white light were violently blasted away!

But the situation wasn't much better on the other side either; his staff shadow also dissipated.

Starry Array · Variant Move!

The ten shattered Bone Triangle were instantly brought back by Ingram's mental control, then collided and spun with each other in pairs, before charging down fiercely towards Mu Fan once again.

Mu Fan looked at Ingram across from him and raised his hand again.

You thought that was the end of it?

Redemption Second Stage... Hundred Fierce Rains!

As Mu Fan raised his hand, leaving a blur, hundreds of staff shadows appeared around him.

The whole place was in an uproar!

Gao Baiyun rubbed his eyes dryly. Was this real?

He spent eighteen years at the Martial Arts Hall; his father was a martial arts master in the Capital Star.

But he had never seen or heard of such a martial art before.

This is absolutely beyond the concept of ordinary martial arts.

No, where's Sky Communicator? Where's Sky Communicator?

It's locked in a locker!!

Gao Baiyun was nearly driven mad. All he wanted to do was take a picture of this scene and send it to his father, who was far away on the Capital Star. What kind of martial art was this?!

Yin Shuai covered his eyes, tears streaming down his face. He peeked through his fingers and then covered his eyes again.

"I can't take it anymore, this commander can't stand it, the instantaneous power in this second is too strong."

Xi Ze, standing next to him, stared blankly at the White Hair was having a fit. "You can cry like this just because you're watching a Combat Match?"

So he moved again without making a sound, and circled around to Young Master Zhang Tang's side from behind.

As for Young Master Zhang Tang, he didn't even notice that the despicable White Hair was now beside him. The pride that had always been in his eyes was suppressed and transformed into a sense of respect for a true strongman.

Dingchuan's Core Student, you've kept it well hidden!

This mysterious martial art comes from Fighter Instructor, a powerful combat technique that he claims has been passed down for generations—Redemption!

Today, in Mu Fan's hands.

It burst into people's hearts with a sudden, fierce rain of a hundred drops.

It shocked everyone.

Will Mu Fan succeed?

Mu Fan's gaze, following the shadow of his staff, was fixed on the other person, the meaning of those three words subtly conveyed.

it's over...

The torrential rain paused for a moment before pouring down again.

All people saw was a black downpour sweeping past, and the few swaying white patches, after a stubborn resistance, were swallowed up completely in less than a second.

Standing on the platform Ingram stood on end in an instant, and he slammed his hands together in front of him.

An invisible field of mental energy condensed in front of him.

Boom!

Ingram's pale white uniform was instantly riddled with holes, and he was sent flying.

But just before he hit the ground, he forcefully pressed his hand down.

A wave of air appeared.

Ingram supporting himself on the ground with one hand.

Mu Fan's figure disappeared from the spot, and the raindrops in the sky also disappeared with him.

Ingram's brow furrowed, and he looked up.

The boy in the gray t-shirt stood in front of him, holding a stick in one hand.

The tip of the short stick was less than five centimeters away from his brow.

Ingram's gaze finally met Mu Fan's.

"I... lost."

With a bitter laugh, the young man with long, light blue hair finally lowered his proud head.

Mu Fan raised an eyebrow.

With a flick of his right hand, the short stick began to spin again with a whooshing sound.

Then he flicked it to his side.

The short stick, which had swirled into a whirlwind, was accurately tossed back into the training armory by Mu Fan with a snap.

The light in Lu Qingxue's eyes transformed into four words of admiration. "Incredible skill!"

Roar!!!

"Good!!"

"Number one! Number one!"

As Mu Fan's raised hand fell, the students in Dingchuan erupted in their most enthusiastic cheers.

One of the two cores of Dawn was completely defeated by Mu Fan in such an irrefutable manner!

Meanwhile, the dawn seemed to be in a dream.

One of their strongest duo was deployed, and at that moment, he was supporting himself on the stage with one hand while the opponent pointed a short stick at his forehead.

The words "I lost" struck them like a heavy hammer.

Shatter the sense of superiority these young people feel after entering the dawn!

In the end, they were still just ordinary people.

Ingram had already stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, walked over to Mu Fan, and extended his right hand under Mu Fan's questioning gaze.

"Let's get to know each other again, Dawn Academy, Ingram. You're very strong, really very strong! I hope we'll have the chance to fight again in the future."

This time, Mu Fan's face no longer held that indifferent expression; instead, he grinned sincerely, extending his hand to shake it. "Dingchuan Academy, Mu Fan, you're very strong too. I look forward to our next battle!"

When the two shook hands on stage, everyone present—senior students, veterans, freshmen, and instructors—applauded simultaneously.

Tracy in the audience even raised her hands and screamed, while the veterans next to her laughed unrestrainedly.

That was awesome!

That was awesome!

This Combat Exchange Competition has unearthed the deepest hidden talent of the Dingchuan Academy, and judging from the situation, there may be no need for further matches.

The Special Operations Team soldiers turned their gaze toward the dawn.

This kid from Dingchuan actually won all four of his matches.

Tsk tsk, this time Dawn is probably really in a bind...

On the other side of the dawn, there was an eerie silence, with only Tatarick, a smiling man, still twirling the small wooden bow in his hand.

Han Qianyun, whose expression had calmed down, prepared to get up. Zhou Tian, who was standing at the front of the group, gestured with one hand to signal him not to move, and then walked towards Lin Hao with a smile.