1012: C1012 defeat you in three moves

C1012 defeat you in three moves

"Impossible, how could this be?"

"15 moves, that's a total of 15 moves!"

On the other side of the hall, the faces of the scholars were pale and filled with disbelief.

Song Tianyu was an expert on their side. Not only was he unrivalled in terms of fighting capabilities, he was definitely one of the top few in the Grand College.

But who would have thought that Song Tianyu would lose to Feng Yanzhe in only fifteen moves?

If they had only barely lost, that would have been reasonable. However, fifteen moves determined victory or defeat. Wasn't this battle power a bit too lacking?

"Feng Yanzhe is the youngest son of the Heavenly Policy General. He must have been hiding his true intentions."

The scholars from the War Hall looked at each other and all silently agreed with this answer.

Actually, they also knew that the Beitang from three months ago had invited a new teacher in the Martial Dao, Chu Yun, who had become the talk of the town recently.

Everyone knew about Chu Yun's reputation.

He was originally the senior apprentice brother of the Tour Temple, but later on he participated in the Dragon Gate Conference and successfully took first place.

Although the rejection of His Majesty's arranged marriage had enraged him, he had not been punished.

From this, it could be seen how much his Majesty valued Chu Yun.

If it were anyone else, they would have already killed themselves.

Afterwards, Chu Yun was conferred the title of a first rank imperial guard and entered the palace with the blade.

Even though they had achieved a series of miracles, they still could not believe that Chu Yun was able to cause the scholars of the Beitang to undergo a metamorphosis within a short span of three months.

"Too strong."

"Nephew Yan Zhe actually improved so much."

"Congratulations."

The other high-ranking officials' eyes lit up and they began to compliment him.

Feng Chen sat there, full of excitement. If he didn't conceal it well, he would have laughed out loud long ago.

His youngest son had actually changed so much. Just by standing there, he gave off a faint sense of masculinity.

His thin and weak body had now become stronger and more robust. Beneath his clothes were pieces of muscles, each filled with explosive power.

This was something Feng Chen especially wanted to see.

Seeing this, Huo Tiexin's eyes couldn't help but light up.

Feng Yanzhe's change was so obvious, his youngest son Huo Yunan, should also not be too bad right?

Apart from him, the other high-ranking officials' hearts were also burning with fervently.

"Well done."

When Feng Yanzhe walked down the stage, the many scholars of Beitang returned a smile.

Fang Zhi walked forward sloppily and reached out his hand to pat Feng Yanzhe's chest. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Not bad, sissy. I've given you all the limelight."

"If you call me that, I'll beat you until you can't get out of bed for three days!"

Feng Yanzhe lowered his voice and glared at Fang Zhi.

After seeing a real man once again, Feng Yanzhe felt that his previous outfit was really a b * tch, to the point that he felt nauseous.

Therefore, he deliberately trained his body to produce all the tendons and flesh in his body.

He abandoned the powder, and his clothes were no longer so finely dressed.

It could be said that Feng Yanzhe had changed a lot.

"Yo, after we win the championships, let's have a good fight!"

Fang Zhi grinned. He was quite confident.

"So be it."

Feng Yanzhe snorted, he turned and walked to his seat, and ignored him.

Fang Zhi felt bored and took the initiative to walk up onto the stage. He shouted at the top of his lungs: "I'll take the second fight. Hurry up, don't dilly-dally."

Many of the students in the Hall of War had ugly expressions on their faces.

No matter what, they were all second class in the last Martial Competition. Being provoked like this caused their faces to burn with embarrassment.

But Fang Zhi had a high status. No matter how angry they were, they could only endure it.

"Eighteenth Prince, let me teach you."

With a cold snort, the young man in the lead position walked out.

His eyes were narrow and long, and his face was handsome. His arms were exceptionally long, so long that it reached his knees.

It was because of these arms that he was able to gain a great deal of advantage in close combat.

He was the leader of all the scholars in the War Hall, Xu Le.

Xu Le was also from the Xu Residence, and could be considered Xu Buruo's younger brother.

He was the strongest in the hall, and he kept his word.

For him to personally make a move this time meant that the Hall of War valued this battle greatly.

Song Tianyu was an existence that was second to him in the battle hall, but now he had lost to Feng Yanzhe.

Otherwise, the two strongest people in the hall would've been defeated one after the other, which would've been a disgrace to the Lord.

"I heard that you are very strong, but I wonder how you are compared to Qian Yan."

Fang Zhi looked at Xu Le and chuckled without a hint of respect.

Xu Le was a little angry in his heart, but he still smiled: "Big brother Qian is a little stronger than me, I hope that 18th prince will not be too ambitious, if you want to compete with big brother Qian Yan, you have to pass through me first!"

Then, Xu Le's voice changed, leisurely saying, "I'm just afraid that the eighteenth prince will admit defeat again."

"Is that so? Then come."

Fang Zhi nodded his head. Of course he could hear the mockery in Xu Le's words. It was just that he wasn't interested in arguing about these matters with him.

The real truth was formed with a punch.

No matter how extravagant your words are, if you lose to me in the end, won't it still be useless?

"Tsk tsk, Xu Le of the War Hall has personally taken action. The 18th Prince is in trouble this time."

Yes, Xu Le is someone who is second only to Qian Yan in close combat.

"Yes, last time it was Xu Le Li who turned the tide and led the Hall of War into the finals."

"I remember one time when the Beitang met the War Hall. The Eighteenth Prince admitted defeat right after going up."

"I remember that too."

"I wonder if Prince Eighteen will be able to wash away his shame this time."

Many of the scholars began to discuss in low voices, their faces full of smiles.

When Fang Zhi heard this, he only smiled faintly and didn't say anything.

The current him was different from the past.

Forget about Xu Le, even if he were to fight Qian Yan, he would definitely win!

This was confidence.

"Eighteenth Prince, three moves."

Before Xu Le took action, he suddenly extended three fingers and said, "I only need three moves to defeat His Highness!"

"You've gone too far."

"Why is he so arrogant?"

"F * ck, I really want to kick his face."

On the Beitang's side, the few of them were extremely angry.

Especially Huo Yunan, who grinded his teeth as he stared at Xu Le, wanting to go up and give him a good beating.

In the past, Huo Yunan had met Xu Le at the Martial Arts Competition.

So he had always wanted to take revenge. It was a pity that he didn't have the chance this time. He could only place all his hopes on Fang Zhi.

"It's alright, big brother will teach him how to be a good person."

A smile appeared on Fang Yuying's pretty face. She understood Fang Zhi's progress very well. If nothing unexpected happened, Fang Zhi could take care of Xu Le in three moves.

It was true that three moves decided victory or defeat, but Xu Le lost.

"Come."

Xu Le moved a series of shadows under his feet. His eyes were cold. Relying on his superior hand strength, he moved forward.

Fang Zhi stood on the spot with his hands behind his back. When he saw Xu Le's attack coming, he suddenly opened his palm and pulled and twisted. The air seemed to be sucked in, forming a whirlpool visible to the naked eye.

"Huh?"

Xu Le was a bit surprised. Under the pressure of strength, simply using skills to shake the void wasn't something that everyone could do.

Fang Zhi's improvement had indeed exceeded his expectations.

But even so, so what?

Xu Le sneered in his heart. If it was in any other aspect, he might not be as good as Fang Zhi. But in terms of close combat, even if Fang Zhi flattered him, he wouldn't be able to catch up!

In that instant, Xu Le punched out, wanting to use his powerful strength to break through the whirlpool in front of Fang Zhi.

"Junior sister, let me tell you this. Xu Le is definitely number two in Grand College, he is invincible in close combat, there will definitely be no suspense in this competition."

Below the arena, a fat but self-confident scholar was brazenly boasting, "The last time I had a meal with senior brother Xu, he was rather modest. When he toasted me, he pressed his wine down very low!"

"Is that so?"

On the side, a young girl with pretty good looks was looking at the scholar with a gaze full of adoration, "Brother Chen, can you bring me to meet Xu Le?"

"Cough, cough."

That Scholar cleared his throat and said, "Of course, it's fine to introduce him to Junior Sister. How about after the Martial Competition ends, we go to Immortal Cloud Restaurant for a meal?"

The girl looked at the scholar's figure and appearance. She hesitated, but after a moment of hesitation, she still agreed. "Alright then. But, it's just to eat."

"Haha, of course it's just eating. If junior wants to scheme against me, I won't be happy."

The scholar was all smiles as he thought to himself, "Asking out a meal first is the first step, and how we will progress in the future will depend on our own ability."

When the young girl heard this, she felt slightly unhappy in her heart.

With your appearance, who would want to scheme against you?

However, in order to get to know Xu Le, the girl could only force a smile: "Brother Chen, you must be joking."

The scholar couldn't help but approach the young girl, feigning a natural manner as he said, "Junior Sister, let me tell you something. Xu Le has long arms, so his range of attack is very large. Usually, before anyone touches him, he will be the first to attack his opponent.

On the Martial Stage, there was a muffled sound as a figure was fiercely thrown out.

All the scholars stared with wide eyes as if the sky had fallen.

Silence.

A pin drop could be heard.

He saw Fang Zhi standing on the stage, with a whirlpool still spinning in front of him.

If it wasn't Xu Le, who else could it be?

The scholar stood there in a daze, stammering and scratching his head.

Xu Le, why are you so disappointing?

I was just using your name to take care of girls, but who would have thought that you were so useless that you were defeated with a single punch.

Are you playing with me?

The young lady suddenly turned around, looking at that scholar with a cold smile, "Didn't you say Xu Le would definitely win, and would even say at most one punch? It seems like you don't know anything and are just randomly bragging."

The scholar was sweating anxiously and could not utter a word for a long time.

Deep down in his heart, he paid his respects to all of Xu Le's family.

Xu Le!1

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