Bang!

The fist grazed Ye Bufan's face and landed on the ground, creating a crater half a meter deep.

Not a single shot can be hit!

From Yang Liangshu's sweeping victory over the other martial artists, he realized that the opponent's attack power was astonishing; after being hit once, they couldn't get up again.

Now that the fist had grazed his ear, it only confirmed his suspicions.

With a soft slur.

Ye Bufan swung his fist across his arm, the sharp blade slicing through his arm and leaving a wound that almost exposed bone.

"It hurts so much!"

Yang Liangshu roared, swung his fist and arm, and attacked Ye Bufan like a long spear, trying to smash him away.

But his movements were full of flaws in Ye Bufan's eyes!

He crouched down slightly and appeared in front of Yang Liangshu. His raised fists rained down like a storm, landing on Yang's chest in the blink of an eye.

Bang bang bang…

Thanks to the presence of the fist blade, each strike caused blood to splatter from Yang Liangshu's chest, leaving it like a rotten mess.

Despite such injuries, Yang Liangshu showed no signs of despair; instead, his voice became even more frantic.

"Like a rat! Die!"

Before the fist even landed, Ye Bufan felt a clench in his heart, as if he were witnessing death.

You can't answer!

You can't even get close!

Ignoring his disheveled state, he rolled awkwardly to the side, and at that moment a huge roar exploded in his ears!

Boom!

White shockwaves created waves on the grass, with the central turf being ripped away, creating an empty space.

Ye Bufan hadn't gone far before he was also thrown out by the impact, staring in astonishment at the power of the punch.

How could it be so terrifying? Was he holding back?

"Hide! All you can do is hide!" Yang Liangshu roared furiously and charged forward again.

But those movements were completely haphazard in Ye Bufan's eyes, and he could easily dodge them.

The loud bangs continued, each one crushing the grass, but they just couldn't hit Ye Bufan.

He kept dodging with his fist raised, occasionally seizing the opportunity to strike his opponent with the blade of his fist. He showed no signs of pausing, and his attacks became even more terrifying!

Coupled with his strange appearance, Ye Bufan seemed to have made a connection to something.

Could this person possess a talent similar to berserk mode?

With a loud bang, taking advantage of Yang Liangshu's opening, Ye Bufan slipped past him like a nimble cat, while a flash of cold light separated him from his stomach.

"It hurts so much!"

The roaring poplar tree turned and swung its leg in a sweeping motion, the force of which ripped apart the surrounding weeds.

If I were hit like that, I would definitely be torn to pieces!

Ye Bufan took a deep breath, but his eyes remained clear.

Sure enough! The more injured he is, the more terrifying his attacks become!

Then we can't keep putting it off!

The strong wind seemed to cut through Ye Bufan's skin, sending blood flying, but he showed no intention of retreating.

Until Yang Liangshu's thigh brushed past him, just a hair's breadth away from his head being torn to pieces!

In that instant, Ye Bufan moved, rushing forward and gathering all his strength to swing his fist!

As the fist blade hurtled toward his neck, Yang Liangshu was unable to dodge immediately and could only watch helplessly.

Pfft…

The blade of the fist sliced ​​open Yang Liangshu's neck, and the combined force seemed to be about to behead him!

Is that all?

Qin Sheng frowned slightly. If it's just like this, what's the difference between it and going berserk?

But the next second, a burst of fire shot out from the center!

bite!

Ye Bufan's expression changed drastically!

The blade is stuck!

With his neck nearly slit in half, the fist blade landed on the dark yellow object, unable to advance an inch!

Yang Liangshu opened and closed his mouth, but no sound came out.

Judging from his violent expression, his next attack would definitely make Ye Bufan pay the price:

The moment the raised arm exerted force, a sonic boom rang out and instantly struck Ye Bufan.

Even though he reacted quickly, his body couldn't react to the doubled speed and could only watch helplessly as the arm grew larger in his pupils!

Qin Sheng squinted his eyes, and said that the joke was over; there was no main character involved.

"You did a great job."

The arm stopped in front of Ye Bufan, and a figure appeared in the center.

Yang Liangshu's expression changed as he looked at the hand gripping his arm, unable to let go no matter how hard he tried.

Zhang Xiande scoffed, "Still not giving up?"

Grabbing Yang Liangshu's hand, he gently exerted force and flung him away.

"Step back."

Zhang Xiande cracked his neck twice and reached out tauntingly: "Come on, I'll play with you."

Ye Bufan obediently stepped back and went to the homeroom teacher to ask her questions.

"Qin Sheng, how's the homeroom teacher?"

Qin Sheng looked at him with a complicated expression. He had only been joking before, but now he was starting to suspect that this man was the real protagonist.

How could reinforcements possibly arrive when death is inevitable?

This is practically protagonist treatment!

"No danger to life."

With a sigh, Qin Sheng shook his head to clear his mind and pondered the scene he had just witnessed.

The exposed bones of the two poplar trees are dark yellow; could it be due to hardening?

While he was pondering, Yang Liangshu had already launched an attack on Zhang Xiande.

"die!"

The fist, carrying terrifying power, came down on him, but Zhang Xiande was no Ye Bufan; he was at the peak of the eighth rank!

Bang!

He easily caught it with his outstretched palm, the gust of wind ruffling his clothes.

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