Melee

Ning Yue used practically all his strength, his chopping palm whipping through the air with a whoosh.

With the combat instructor keeping watch, even if an accident occurred, he could intervene in time.

Wang Qi twisted his body and dodged Ning Yue's blow.

At the same time, Wang Qi was a little surprised.

Ning Yue's combat strength had been about the same as his before, and their fights had been evenly matched and exciting. This time, faced with Ning Yue's chopping palm, he had almost failed to react.

As Wang Qi thought, he prepared to counterattack.

Before he could counter, Ning Yue clenched his right hand and sent a sky-blasting cannon punch at his chest, stepping forward at the same time to close the distance.

"Holy shit, that fast? What woman could stand that?"

Wang Qi cried out and retreated step after step. Under Ning Yue's assault, he had no power to strike back.

Ning Yue was the exact opposite. Once the fight began, a warm current spread through his body and circulated with his movements. At the same time, excitement welled up in his heart, making him crave battle all the more.

As the fight went on, Wang Qi began to struggle. He saw Li Feng and Zhang Huairen fighting nearby, and an idea struck him.

"Wang Seven, what are you doing over here?" Zhang Huairen barked.

He and Zhang Huairen were evenly matched opponents, worthy rivals whose fight was making heaven and earth crumble and leaving the sun and moon without light. What business did Wang Qi have barging in?

"Third Brother, Fourth Brother, help! Brother Yue's too fierce today. I can't beat him on my own." As Wang Qi spoke, he darted behind Zhang Huairen.

He knew that in practical combat drills like this, the combat instructors wouldn't interfere unless someone's life was in danger.

The reasoning was simple: in real combat, anything could happen.

Ning Yue, meanwhile, was caught up in the thrill. As the fight went on, he felt his qi and blood increasing, while his understanding of the Basic Body Tempering Art steadily deepened.

The Basic Body Tempering Art was not only a training method, but also a fighting method, containing practical combat techniques.

When Ning Yue saw Zhang Huairen and Li Feng, he didn't stop. Instead, he charged at them even faster and leaped into the air, his fists like cannons as he sent one smashing toward each of them.

"You want to fight three of us at once? Boss, you're getting a little full of yourself."

Li Feng chuckled and met Ning Yue's cannon strike with a straight punch of his own.

Zhang Huairen did the same.

Neither of them thought Ning Yue was all that formidable. Wang Qi was simply too weak; it was perfectly normal for the third from the bottom to beat the one in last place.

Thud, thud, thud...

Both lost out in the clash with Ning Yue. The force of his fists sent them stumbling backward, nearly knocking them over.

"There's no way his qi and blood are only in the twenties."

"At least forty points of qi and blood."

Both thought to themselves, We agreed to be bad students together, but you secretly took extra lessons.

Aggrieved, the two said no more and focused on fighting Ning Yue. Later, Wang Qi joined in, and the three fought Ning Yue together.

As the fight continued, none of Wang Qi's trio were good birds. They kept expanding the battlefield, dragging all the other sparring classmates into it.

"Old Zuo, should we stop them?" a combat instructor asked.

"No need. This is more exciting than two people fighting, isn't it?"

Zuo Tianchang watched as senior year Class Seven descended into a melee. Everyone had to guard against sneak attacks, constantly looking for openings while avoiding being ganged up on.

Even Ning Yue and the other three, who had started the melee, gradually stopped fighting one another and formed a small team to brawl with the others.

As the melee escalated, Ning Yue felt his understanding of the Basic Body Tempering Formula advancing by leaps and bounds. In the course of the fighting, he felt as though he had broken through several realms.

He simply hadn't had time to check his system panel. Otherwise, he would have discovered that his Basic Body Tempering Formula had gone from the entry level to the major accomplishment realm.

"Holy shit, Wang Qi, you piece of trash! You actually sneak-attacked me!"

"Liao Dong, you're the class monitor! Where are your manners? You even grabbed my chest when I'm a girl!"

"Gan Xiaomei, stop hitting people at random! We're on the same side!"

A chaotic brawl couldn't be without a barrage of curses, and the whole main sports field was in an uproar.

Suddenly, a group of people entered from outside the field.

"What a bunch of noob chickens pecking at each other!" sneered a young man in a white martial arts uniform, leading a vicious dog.

His voice was loud enough for everyone there to hear.