If one of his students wanted to lose, it was impossible for Xu Lan to not react at all.

Even if you don't care about your disciples, you still have to care about the merit points you lost, right? Those 5,000 merit points are also a real common currency for resources.

The only possibility is that Xu Lan knows that Qin Mo will not lose.

Peng Jiashu felt the change and quickly looked at the competition stage again, his eyes froze in an instant.

On the competition stage, Qin Mo stood with his feet standing, as if they were embedded in the black stone slab under his feet. His hands were in a grabbing posture, and he bent his fingers to grab, not avoiding or retreating, to face Zhou Wu's chopping blade.

"Here, Qin Mo wants to take on Zhou Wu's sword skills with his bare hands."

"You're crazy. Zhou Wu's 'Sword Power' has reached the third level. The sword can kill people when it breaks through the waves. A first-level martial artist will be killed instantly if he is hit. Although the solid wood sword cannot kill people, Qin Mo

Aren't you afraid that your hands will be damaged if you do it so forcefully?"

"It's Yuan Technique."

The students in the audience all widened their eyes and felt uneasy. Cheng Xi frowned deeply as she looked at Qin Mo's almost life-threatening scene, but the next second, her expression changed slightly.

Qin Mo's hand actually grabbed Zhou Wu's knife.

Chi chi chi~~~~

The rotating force kept tearing the air, but Qin Mo's right hand, like a dragon's claw, shot out like lightning and directly grabbed Zhou Wu's solid wood sword head-on.

"Huh?" Zhou Wu felt his arm go numb, and the knife in his hand seemed to be out of control. It was tightly controlled by Qin Mo's five fingers and claws. The vitality attached to Qin Mo's right hand was several times stronger than the vitality of his sword skills.

Dragon Catcher!!!

"What kind of Yuan skill is this?" Zhou Wu had a look of horror on his face, and even if he tried to catch his sword technique with his bare hands, he couldn't even draw the sword out.

"Let go!!!"

Qin Mo gave a low drink and jerked, trying to pull out the solid wood knife.

Domineering and fierce.

Zhou Wu sensed that something was wrong, and a strong force invaded along the blade of the blade. The tearing force was sharp and fierce. If he didn't let go, Zhou Wu felt that his arm might be torn off by Qin Mo. Zhou Wu decisively let go of the solid wood sword.

handle.

The blade fell from Zhou Wu's palm and fell into Qin Mo's hand. He grabbed the blade and waved it twice. His fingers had already left finger holes on the solid wood sword. Qin Mo threw the solid wood sword away with a "pop".

Both sides lost their swords.

"No wonder he's not good at weapons. He practices a very high-level claw skill." Zhou Wu's face was gloomy, his eyelids were twitching wildly, and his mind was racing. He instantly understood that Qin Mo's Yuan Skill was very powerful.

But as long as he can avoid being hit by Qin Mo's Yuan skills, Zhou Wu is not afraid of Qin Mo as long as he uses his physical fitness and basic skills.

Taking a fierce step forward, Zhou Wu seized the opportunity to take the lead and punched with his right hand. The power of the punch was astonishing. He curled up his fist and hit Qin Mo's chest.

Having seen Qin Mo's claw skills, Zhou Wu was careful. This attack did not use Yuan skills, but pure physical boxing. He had enough power left. Once Qin Mo used Yuan skills, Zhou Wu could still use his strength to dodge.

As long as he is not attacked by Qin Mo's Yuan skills, Zhou Wu is very confident that he can defeat Qin Mo.

It's just a matter of time.

The worst case scenario is fighting or swimming. His physique, strength, and speed are all superior to Qin Mo's. What should he be afraid of?

Xu Lan saw that Zhou Wu was going to use his boxing skills and physical fitness to compete with Qin Mo. His smooth and rosy face instantly tightened, and he slightly noticed that something was wrong. Zhou Wu entered the first level earlier than Qin Mo, and his physical fitness, physique, strength and

The speed attribute is also higher, as long as Zhou Wu is not attacked by Qin Mo's Yuan skills.

With physical fitness and basic boxing skills, Qin Mo may not be able to win.

Feeling Zhou Wu's thoughts, Qin Mo became more and more expectant, and shouted excitedly: "I'm going to test my palm with you."

As Qin Mo spoke, he neither retreated nor evaded, and raised his hands as palms. Qin Mo slightly bent his left leg, bent his right arm inward, made a circle with his right palm, and suddenly pushed outward to face Zhou Wu's boxing technique head-on.

Palm technique?!

"You didn't use your vitality to compete with me in basic skills." Zhou Wu smiled, a hook appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he pushed faster and harder, hitting Qin Mo with his fist like a cannonball.

boom!!!

The collision of fists and palms was like the collision of rocks, and a muffled sound echoed throughout the martial arts training ground.

"Urban..." With a muffled groan, the smile on Zhou Wu's face disappeared immediately, and unparalleled strength exploded from Qin Mo's palm, pushing him out.

Qin Mo's palm technique was as strong as the sun, opening and closing like a comet hitting the earth and rushing into the ocean. Although his strength and body were not as good as Zhou Wu's, this palm was not inferior.

Qin Mo even had the upper hand.

Zhou Wu's boxing skills were already powerful, but Qin Mo's palm skills became even more powerful and unstoppable.

He made up for his lack of physical fitness by force and knocked Zhou Wu away.

Qin Mo's body was tempered better than Zhou Wu's. Zhou Wu was knocked back three steps by a palm to resolve the force of the collision. However, Qin Mo did not take a step back. With a sway of his body, his skin easily pushed back the force of the collision.

Remove.

"Is this how Qin Mo can gain the upper hand without using Yuan skills?"

There is no doubt that Qin Mo has the upper hand in this attack. But with basic skills and physical fitness, can Qin Mo win?

"It's a matter of palm technique. Qin Mo's palm technique is not an ordinary palm technique." Under the stage, an instructor suddenly raised his head and analyzed the reason why Zhou Wu was repulsed.

Zhou Wu was afraid of the power of Qin Mo's Yuan skills at first, so he didn't use all his strength. However, after realizing that Qin Mo was going to compete with him in terms of basic skills and physical fitness, Zhou Wu gathered all his remaining power into one punch, and Qin Mo's body

In terms of quality, physique, strength, and speed, he is definitely not as good as Zhou Wu.

His physical fitness was not as good as that of Zhou Wu, but in the end, Zhou Wu retreated, but Qin Mo did not.

What does it mean?

This shows that Qin Mo's palm skills far surpass Zhou Wu's boxing skills in terms of quality, power, and all-around superiority.

Under the stage, each student had different expressions. It was hard to imagine that Zhou Wu, who entered the first-level martial arts realm before Qin Mo, would be suppressed by Qin Mo in terms of basic skills and physical fitness.

"This kid actually managed to hide his palm skills from me." Xu Lan breathed a sigh of relief, his breathing gradually calmed down, a moving smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he became more and more satisfied with Qin Mo on the stage. 5,000 merit points is not a small amount.

If she loses her, she will feel distressed for a while, and her meals will not taste good.

Zhou Wu stood there with an ugly expression on his face. He was very unhappy. He was suppressed by a new student who broke through to the first level later than him. He was also a new student who had just entered the first level yesterday. What was even worse was that this competition involved the mentor's 5,000 merit points. Whether it was for the sake of face.

Regardless of the merit points of his mentor, Zhou Wu didn’t want to lose.

Mentor Peng Jiashu never expected that Qin Mo would suppress Zhou Wu at his biggest advantage. He was heartbroken for 5,000 merit points, but Zhou Wu was not as good as Qin Mo, and he was even more disappointed.

Chi————

As fast as lightning, Zhou Wu took action again.

This time, the shot was faster than before!!!

The winner has to be decided.

Both the instructor and the students understood that Zhou Wu was going to decide the outcome with Qin Mo. It was a completely unrelenting attack with no chance to retreat.

"Tsk~~~~"

In an instant, strong vitality boiled, surging and surging, and the vitality adhered to Zhou Wu's fist, forming a circle of substantial fist light.

"Be careful." Xu Lan couldn't help but remind her. Judging from the energy gathered in the Yuan Technique, it was extremely powerful.

This is Zhou Wu's unique move, a sure kill!

"Well done!" Qin Mo laughed heartily, communicating with the book of vitality in his body. The rolling vitality turned into a dragon and condensed in the palm of his hand. Suddenly, a heroic, brave and unstoppable momentum rose from Qin Mo's body.

rise.

Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms!

"Ho~~~~~"

The roar of the dragon resounded, shaking all directions.

Qin Mo struck out with a palm, and the vitality in his palm seemed to turn into a dragon of vitality, colliding with Zhou Wu's fist light.

puff----

At the moment of impact, the light of the fist dissipated, Zhou Wu's arm was shaken and thrown away. The power of Qin Mo's palm energy was slightly reduced, and it was imprinted on Zhou Wu's chest. In an instant, Zhou Wu felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and blood spurted out from his mouth.
Chapter completed!