The battle continues within the combat scene.
Facing Mu Xun, Fang Wu did not fall into a disadvantageous position at all during the dozen or so rounds, and even launched a continuous and fierce attack.
Swift as the wind!
"Xu Rulin!"
"Plundering like fire!"
Immovable as a mountain
Fang Wu's eyes were sharp. While attacking, he kept muttering to himself. His fist and leg techniques were so fast that they were dazzling and difficult to see clearly.
In just a few seconds, he threw dozens of punches and a hundred kicks!
Under his onslaught, Mu Xun could only retreat continuously.
Yu Yuanyuan was somewhat incredulous: "I really didn't expect that Mu Xun of Guigu would actually be suppressed by someone."
Hua Lingze stroked her chin and nodded gently: "Yes, he should be the strongest superhuman in terms of physical skills in this competition." She paused, then looked at Hua Yingwen beside her and said with a smile: "Oh, I'm sorry, little sister, I didn't mean anything by it."
Hua Yingwen took a deep breath and said, "It doesn't matter, his physical skills are indeed better than mine."
As members of the same type of extraordinary profession, Hua Yingwen was the one who felt the most deeply when she witnessed the battle between Fang Wu and Mu Xun.
Such speed and movements are simply unimaginable for a level 6 martial artist...
As a martial artist, one has to admit that Fang Wu's strength is far superior to hers...
Meng Feifei's eyes lit up: "Could it be that this match is going to be an upset?"
He turned to look at Truman sitting behind him: "Hey, Old Truman, use your data to calculate what the odds are of Fang Wu winning this match?"
Meng Feifei, Hua Lingze, Hua Yingwen, and Yu Yuanyuan all stood in front of the railing to watch the game, while Chu Men sat obediently in his seat.
As Truman watched the game, he flipped through the notebook on his lap, making several marks with his pen. No one knew what he was writing down.
He glanced at his notes, then at the arena, and said, "According to my data, Fang Wu's win rate should be 9.163%."
Meng Feifei was stunned: "Really? Did you collect all the data? Did you already know he was this strong before the match?"
Truman didn't answer. He looked down at his notebook and slowly said, "The game should end in one minute and fifty-three seconds."
Meng Feifei was stunned: "Huh??"
He was completely dumbfounded.
Could Truman possibly predict the exact timing of a victory or defeat?
Truman continued calmly, "Mu Xun should be able to counterattack in about fifteen seconds."
Although Fang Wu's attacks were fierce and oppressive, they did not cause any real damage to Mu Xun.
“Mu Xun has already seen through his attack pattern. In the next move, Fang Wu will throw a left punch first. According to his habit, the angle of this punch is 109°, aiming to strike the eye. Mu Xun will use ‘Taicang Yisu’ to hit his left arm joint.
Meng Feifei, Hua Yingwen, and Yu Yuanyuan were all stunned when they heard this, and then they all turned their heads to look at the arena.
In the battle scene, Fang Wuzhen swung his left fist and shouted, the angle of his fist was exactly as Chu Men had said!
Truman's words were indeed like a prophecy. Mu Xun's eyes sharpened, as if he had already seen through Fang Wu's attack intentions. He calmly drew his sword and used the move he had used many times in this competition - "Taicang Yisu" (meaning "a drop in the ocean").
Buzz—
A streak of azure sword energy slashed precisely across Fang Wu's left arm.
"Uh..." Fang Wu groaned and took several steps back.
He looked at his left arm, which was completely numb.
Such a fast sword strike...
“Fang Wu’s left arm has had its meridians severed and can no longer be used,” Truman’s voice was very soft, his words like a devil’s whisper: “Given his personality, he won’t want to delay any longer. Considering his habits, there’s a 37% chance he’ll use ‘Swift as the Wind’ to quickly move behind Mu Xun and attack, and a 62.91% chance he’ll use ‘Slow as the Forest’ to attack from Mu Xun’s right side.”
The words had barely left his mouth.
Sure enough, Fang Wu dodged and stepped forward, arriving at Mu Xun's right side: "Xu Rulin!" Using the momentum from his spin, he raised a high roundhouse kick and kicked hard at Mu Xun's head!
Mu Xun appeared to be standing still, barely moving, only tilting his head slightly, when the powerful kick grazed his face! It was less than a centimeter away!
Then, Mu Xun struck again with his sword.
The sword swept across Fang Wu's chest.
With a "splatter" sound, Fang Wu's clothes were ripped open by the sword blade, his skin was torn open, and blood spurted out from his chest!
"This move is still the Guigu Sword Technique - Rain Beating Pear Blossoms." Chu Men said, "Fang Wu was hit by the sword and retreated about ten meters. Then he will use his last move."
Fang Wu clutched the blood on his chest, retreated ten meters, gritted his teeth, and looked up at Mu Xun.
Has he already seen through me...?
Fang Wu secretly regretted it in his heart.
In the first few rounds of attacks, they failed to defeat him in one fell swoop, and now it seems that he has figured out all of his moves and routines.
They've already missed their best chance to secure a decisive victory...
'It seems we have no choice but to make one last desperate attempt.'
Fang Wuxin thought to himself, then suddenly closed his eyes.
In his mind, the whole world seemed to fall silent for a moment...
Fang Wu's right hand slowly drooped down and clenched into a fist.
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