Chapter 58 It didn't take much effort The crackling sound of breaking air echoed in the venue. Chen Mo's fighting style became more and more ferocious, even surpassing Huang Cui's level at that time. If you don't tell me, this competition doesn't seem like a school tryout, but Chen Mo's revenge. He seems to have no regard for the consequences, and every move is a life-or-death struggle regardless of the cost. Under such an attack, Zhang Qingsong's family education was almost useless. Skills are important, but facing a continuous attack like a tidal wave, he simply didn't have time to use skills to create an advantage like he did against Huang Cui. The offense and defense changed. He was just like his previous opponents. He could only hold on with all his might and it was difficult for him to find an opportunity to counterattack. Zhang Qingsong was a little angry. He knew that the man in front of him was stronger than all the previous ones. If he continued like this, even if he won by waiting until the other person was exhausted, his own condition would be greatly reduced. He had originally planned to wear clothes for everyone behind him so that he could stand out, but now it seems that things have become difficult because of this guy. "drink!"
So he changed his strategy. Just like when he faced Huang Cui, he also increased his strength at this moment. It can be understood as he was just using normal attacks before, but suddenly used a skill. A whip-kick with great force and power came towards Chen Mo with the force of sweeping away thousands of troops. This move was full of power and was the strongest attack he could make in the late second realm with his strong acupoint. Chen Mo could naturally feel the powerful force contained in this attack. He thought that he should not take it head-on like before, so he turned around and kicked back as well. Bang! Chen Mo was hit and flew backwards, but he did not lose his balance because this was planned. He had no intention of taking the attack where he was, but instead used the force to pull away and create some distance, turning his body in mid-air and landing steadily. It looked like he had easily deflected the heavy blow, but everyone standing on his side felt a sinking feeling in their hearts. "It's going to happen." Old Wu let out a low cry, and the other teachers around him also looked unhappy. Fist and foot combat requires continuous breath. Chen Mo's continuous attack just now was very fierce. Even if we put aside physical strength, if you want to maintain the suppression from beginning to end, you must suppress it from beginning to end. Zhang Qingsong's whip kick forced Chen Mo back, which actually broke the deadlock. From now on, the situation may be reversed again. The spectators had different thoughts, but it was clear that the atmosphere changed after the two separated. Originally everyone was just waiting to see when Chen Mo would run out of energy, but now they realize they have to lower their expectations. This time, it was Zhang Qingsong's turn to attack, so the audience was waiting to see whether Chen Mo could defend. However, Chen Mo is a person who doesn't play by the rules. No matter what others think, he has his own answer. Boom! His feet slammed against the floor, and he sprinted forward at top speed once again, just like he had just started the race. Bang! Zhang Qingsong didn't expect that the opponent would dare to use a more exhausting style of play. If this continued, a normal late-stage second-level player would be exhausted after only a few more moves.
But no matter what, he could only respond hastily, so the fight ended in a draw again, and then he was suppressed by Chen Mo again with a desperate fighting style. Now, everyone in the audience had the same idea: I have seen this episode. Chen Mo repeated the previous wave of attacks, first running up and punching at maximum speed, making it impossible for his opponent to use the skills he had practiced since childhood and forcing him to resist with all his strength. This was a tactic derived from Kuang Yanfei. Next, Huang Cui used her desperate fighting style, alternating three punches with one punch, continuing to suppress her opponent with her skills. The admiration in Lin Xiangyun's eyes grew stronger and stronger. Whether it is the ability to learn on the spot, or accurately identifying the gaps between the enemy and ourselves, and then using appropriate methods to prevent the other party from taking advantage, these are the best responses. He has a good understanding, makes rapid progress, and has solid theoretical knowledge. The only suspense is whether he can use his current advantages to crush Zhang Qingsong. Sun Jingping was also a high-level fighter in the martial arts academy and had experienced a lot of actual combat, otherwise his meridians would not have been destroyed by injuries. From his perspective, the level of this battle was quite high and it was definitely the best of the game. Director Yang next to him began to sweat profusely. Could he really be the 37th student in the inner courtyard? If I want to get closer to Hu Mingxuan in the future, won't I be repeatedly treated with sarcasm? His worries were justified. The advantage on the field never reversed from beginning to end. The only twist was that whip kick, but it did not change the situation. Chen Mo's output was continuous, which put tremendous pressure on him from beginning to end. Gradually, some people figured it out. "It is absolutely impossible to have such physical strength without opening the Yang acupoint." Those present are either teachers with many years of teaching experience or students with personal experience. If I didn’t understand it at first, I definitely understand it now. To withstand such high-intensity continuous attacks, one must open the Yang Qiao. In order to have the same strength and reaction as Zhang Qingsong, one must open up the hard and spiritual acupoints. Although it is hard to believe, these many abnormal phenomena can only mean one thing - this person has three orifices connected! As more and more people realized this, the discussions started to grow louder and finally became extremely noisy. With all three orifices connected, he is definitely a genius among geniuses in an ordinary class. Zhang Gangqiang was stunned for a long time, and suddenly came to his senses: "Brother Wu, you are so mean! You didn't even tell me about such a big thing!" Old Wu glared back: "I said I knew it only one second earlier than you, do you believe me? This kid, he didn't say anything, it really pissed me off." Zhu Xiaoju said quietly, "She said she was pissed off, but in fact, she was very happy." "Who said that? I'm not happy." "Then stop laughing." Only then did Old Wu close his mouth and cover his front teeth. At this moment, louder exclamations sounded from all directions. As the few people were chatting and laughing, a sudden change occurred. Contrary to initial predictions, the first one to give up was not Chen Mo, but his opponent.
Under the continuous high-pressure offensive, Zhang Qingsong finally revealed an irreparable flaw, and his hands were pushed apart by Chen Mo's elbows. Ruined! He was in a panic because the middle door was wide open, which meant he was about to be hit by a fatal blow. A fierce light flashed in Chen Mo's eyes. He lowered his waist, raised his hand and slapped Zhang Qingsong's jaw firmly. Bang! The huge impact rushed along the bones to the top of the head. Under the incredulous gaze of the audience, Zhang Qingsong took off on the spot like a falling leaf. Bang. The thermos in Hu Mingxuan's hand fell to the ground, but no one cared, including himself. Anyone can see that Chen Mo really won. The arrogant Zhang Qingsong felt dizzy and when he came to his senses, he had already fallen to the ground. In front of him was Chen Mo, staring down at him. If it was a real fight between life and death, this brief moment of unconsciousness would have been enough for him to die ten times. "It didn't take me much effort to deal with you." Chen Mo returned the original words, his eyes glaring with murderous intent, "I just told you to remember, did you remember?" Zhang Qingsong felt a chill down his spine. Lying on the ground with his vital parts exposed, he was already feeling guilty. He was so frightened that he shivered and subconsciously replied, "Remember!" Chen Mo stared at him for three seconds before turning around. After taking a few steps, he began to breathe heavily. "Ha--huh--ha--I'm so tired, so tired." Damn you! Do you think I can't hear you? Zhang Qingsong roared silently, but his anger was quickly extinguished by a huge sense of frustration. He realized it belatedly. "I actually lost?" This was an unexpected result in any way. The inner courtyard, resources, honors, and the sense of superiority of being the center of attention, all left him. It’s all because of that guy named Chen Mo. Zhang Qingsong felt his ears buzzing. Lin Xiangyun was writing on the board quickly. Now, he could give scores to the geniuses in Class 42. (End of this chapter)