"Don't be arrogant. Xu Xuan is only ranked 42nd. Don't think you are invincible. I will fight you."
A young man walked out.
"Pu Sichong is about to take action. Pu Sichong used to be ranked 19th on the bronze list. This time he has fallen one place and is ranked 20th. His combat power is much stronger than Xu Xuan's."
Someone recognized the speaker.
Pu Sichong fought against Lingkong in the Fourth Academy Competition, and his fighting power was very strong. Everyone expected Pu Sichong to teach the strong young man a lesson.
"Where do you rank on the bronze list?"
The strong young man asked with a smile.
"Not high, just twentieth. There are nineteen people better than me."
Pu Sichong said.
"Twentieth place?"
The strong young man shook his head and said: "You are no match for me, let's come up with someone stronger."
"Arrogance, you will know it after fighting."
Pu Sichong strode forward and came to the strong young man.
"Junior brother, these trash will not shed tears until they see the coffin. Let's fight quickly and let them know how much trash they are."
Jian Wuchen said coldly.
"Haha, don't worry, Brother Jian."
The strong young man grinned, and then shouted: "Boy, let's see the move!"
boom!
The strong young man also punched out, his fist was black and shiny, emitting a metallic luster.
Keng!
Pu Sichong unsheathed his long sword, and the sword energy soared into the sky. The green sword energy almost turned into substance, avoiding the strong young man's fist and slashing towards the strong young man.
"If you want to avoid my fist, it's a beautiful idea."
The strong young man sneered and shook his fist, as if traveling through space, and instantly hit Pu Sichong's sword.
There was a loud noise, just like the previous fight with Xu Xuan, and black sharp rays of light shot towards Pu Si from his fist.
Pu Sichong's expression changed, his body moved, and with the help of the opponent's strength, he floated back. He swung out his long sword and cut out more than a dozen sword lights, blocking the black light.
"It's good that you can block one of my moves, but what's next?"
The strong young man laughed and rushed towards Pu Sichong. He punched out his fists continuously. A series of terrifying punches enveloped Pu Sichong and made a continuous roar.
Pu Sichong circulated his sword skills and slashed out sword rays, resisting them with all his strength.
Boom! Boom!...
In an instant, the two exchanged more than a dozen moves, and then a figure flew out, coughing up blood in the air.
It was Pu Sichong, and he was defeated again.
Even if I try my best, I can still only hold on to a dozen moves.
The hearts of everyone in the audience sank. Is this still a disciple who just started this year?
Is it too strong? Everyone can see that the Xuan-level low-grade boxing skills practiced by the strong young man have reached the fourth level and are not far from the fifth level.
Moreover, his physical body is also very powerful, at least second grade.
The most important thing is that the opponent's bloodline has not yet exploded, yet it is so strong.
It's so abnormal. If this were to participate in the competition between the four institutes, it would definitely cause a sensation.
Everyone's expressions were extremely ugly.
Is it necessary to use the top ten masters on the bronze list to deal with a disciple who just started this year?
Everyone couldn't help but look at the top ten figures on the bronze list.
This time, there are eight in the top ten on the bronze list.
Except for Duanmu Yunyang and Lu Ming, everyone else has arrived.
Bu Xingkai, Duan Gang, Ling Kong, Duan Muchen, Cheng Feiluan and others all looked ugly.
Against a disciple who has just started this year, even if he wins, it will be humiliating. Besides, there are still Jian Wuchen and the young man holding the sword who have not taken action?
The other party obviously has no intention of giving up today. Without distinguishing between superior and inferior, the other party will obviously not leave. If one of them fails, everyone on the bronze list will lose their face today.
"Let me do it!"
At this time, a burly young man walked out.
"It's Su Song. It's great that Su Song takes action."
Everyone was slightly happy.
Before the competition between the four colleges, Su Song was ranked eighth on the bronze list, although this time due to the rise of Lu Ming and Ling Kong, he was squeezed out of the top ten and ranked eleventh.
But his combat power is indeed very powerful, much higher than that of Pu Sichong.
"Junior Brother Su, be careful."
Duan Gang said.
Both of them are from Xuanwu Academy and have a good relationship. They are also the two strongest bronze-level disciples of Xuanwu Academy.
Su Song nodded and walked out.
"Su Song, number 11 on the bronze list, please give me your advice."
Su Song cupped his fists.
"Hey, No. 11, it looks like we finally have an interesting one."
The strong young man licked his lips and sneered.
war!
Without any unnecessary words, the two of them fought together.
Everyone on the field stared at it for a moment, hoping that Su Song would win.
Su Song's fighting style is very similar to Duan Gang's. He practices physical and defensive martial arts, focusing on defense and close combat.
The strong young men of Qilin Academy also prefer close combat.
The two were fist to fist, constantly bombarding each other, like two wild beasts colliding together.
The battle was extremely fierce, with fierce punches and shots.
But the strong young man is indeed extremely powerful. It is obviously the fourth level of Xuan level low-grade boxing, but when used in his hands, the combat power displayed is much stronger than other people's boxing of the same level.
Su Song had no choice but to break out his bloodline and fight with him.
Fortunately, Su Song's defensive martial arts were very powerful and blocked the strong young man's attack.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them fought dozens of moves, and it was difficult to tell the winner.
"Damn it, if you can block so many of my moves, let me break your turtle shell."
The strong young man roared.
It seemed like he had been blocked from so many moves, which was a great shame for him.
boom!
The strong young man's body flashed with blood, and then, a simple fist glove appeared above his head.
"Fist bloodline? Is this the legendary special bloodline?"
Everyone was surprised and looked at it curiously.
For most people, this is the first time they have seen a special bloodline.
The blood of the fist gloves was jet black, full of a primitive atmosphere. Everyone even saw scars from swords on the gloves, as if they had experienced a tragic battle, and a mighty fist intention filled the air.
There are six chakras on the glove, which is obviously a sixth-level bloodline.
Then, the blood in the glove disappeared in a flash and penetrated into the body of the strong young man, and the aura of the strong young man became strong.
"Break it for me!"
The strong young man shouted loudly and punched out with great strength, reaching a peak.
boom!
The terrifying fist force hit the turtle shell-shaped shield around Su Song's body.
Amidst the fierce roar, Su Song staggered back, his face turned pale, and his defensive martial arts was almost broken.
"Come again, see how many punches you can block from me."
Boom! Boom!
The jet-black punches were so violent that Su Song was completely suppressed and could only defend with all his strength.
But even so, he only resisted more than ten moves before the strong young man broke through the defensive martial arts and punched him in the chest.
Su Song screamed, his body flew dozens of meters, and he fell heavily to the ground. He coughed up blood and his breath was weak.
With one punch, Su Song was severely injured.
"Junior Brother Su!"
Duan Gang hurried over, and after checking, he showed an angry look on his face, glared at the strong young man, and said: "It's just a sparring match, you are too harsh."
"Who told him not to admit defeat and resist with all his strength? He asked for it."
The strong young man curled his lips and didn't take it seriously.