Seeing that the other party couldn't harm him, Zhu Canyang's confidence soared.
He stomped his feet on the ground and ran wildly toward Mei Yiqi.
Meanwhile, Mei Yiqi was still retreating rapidly according to the plan he had made before the start of the match.
Although he was not as strong as his opponent, nor as fast or explosive.
But as he retreated, a gentle breeze seemed to be pulling him backward, making him appear very graceful and agile.
For a time, the speed didn't slow down much.
At the same time, several pale blue wind blades shot out and struck Zhu Canyang, making a clanging sound, which slowed him down a bit.
Seeing the situation on the field, Wang Zheng frowned slightly. He could tell that Mei Yiqi's wind blade intensity had decreased. He didn't know if it was due to insufficient spiritual energy, his own panic, or his deliberate concealment.
Moreover, the competition was not an outdoor battle; the venue was limited. It was clear that Mei Yiqi had almost retreated to the edge of the venue and was about to have nowhere left to retreat.
If you run to the sides at this point, you will definitely be caught up by the other side.
However, seeing that Mei Yiqi had no way out, he turned around, twisted his waist, and suddenly stood still, no longer gathering wind blades.
Taking advantage of the moment, he raised his hands high, and countless streams of air surged in his hands, creating a whirlwind that instantly condensed into a semi-transparent longsword.
This sword is about two meters long and has no handle. It is directly connected to Mei Yiqi's hands at the bottom of the blade.
The pale blue blade hissed, as if countless vengeful spirits of wild beasts were howling, a sound that shook the very soul.
The surging air currents made his clothes flutter loudly.
Seeing Zhu Canyang charging towards them from afar, Mei Yiqi also shouted, "Kill!"
Then he turned around and rushed forward.
The wind-blade longsword slashed down from above.
Zhu Canyang originally wanted to retreat, but during the deceleration, he vaguely saw that the long sword seemed to be constantly tearing at the spiritual energy in the air, and it seemed to grow half an inch longer when it slashed down. He then made up his mind that he could not delay and needed to finish the battle quickly.
With a powerful stomp of his feet, his speed increased instead of decreasing, and he rushed in front of Mei Yiqi.
Then, he slightly turned his body, raised his left hand, which was flashing with golden light, to block, and pulled it backward with the airflow. Then, he quickly stepped forward with his right foot in a bow stance, and his right fist, which was hidden at his side, came out like a snake, fast and fierce, and smashed hard into Mei Yiqi's head.
"bite--"
"boom--"
"Snap!"
The wind-blade longsword slashed down fiercely, but Zhu Canyang blocked it with his arm, making a crisp sound. After slicing off a large chunk of flesh from his arm, it slammed into the ground with the force of the previous blow.
Then a two-meter-long, several-centimeter-wide knife mark appeared on the ground, and it was more than half a meter deep.
Looking at Zhu Canyang, although a large chunk of flesh had been sliced off his arm, he seemed completely unaware of it. His right straight punch was originally aimed at Mei Yiqi's head, but it was struck first by the opponent's long sword. Then, his body was tilted by the violent airflow.
Therefore, the punch naturally missed its mark and only hit Mei Yiqi's shoulder.
But the effect was gratifying; a crisp sound of bones breaking followed, and Mei Yiqi's left arm drooped limply.
It's obvious that this arm is ruined and can't be moved until treatment.
Upon seeing that Mei Yiqi had lost an arm, Zhu Canyang was overjoyed. He had long since discovered that all of Mei Yiqi's movements required hand gestures to cast spells, and now that he had lost an arm, it was equivalent to losing half of his strength.
At this moment, Zhu Canyang felt that the injury on his left hand no longer hurt. Despite the blood splattering everywhere, he continued to punch Mei Yiqi's head with his left fist.
However, his injuries did affect his performance. His punch was a little slow, allowing Mei Yiqi, who was injured, to catch his movement.
Although there wasn't enough time to completely dodge, he shifted his body slightly to the left, causing the punch to land on his right shoulder.
"Snap!"
"Waaaaah~~~~~"
Another heart-wrenching sound of bones breaking rang out, and his right arm was also rendered useless.
As his other hand went limp, the wind-blade longsword embedded in the ground was no longer under his control, instantly dissipating into a wisp of air and disappearing with a whistling sound.
Now that Mei Yiqi's hands are crippled, it seems there's no way to turn things around.
Even the teachers in the audience sighed inwardly, as if the outcome of this round was already decided.
When Wang Zheng saw Mei Yiqi's determined gaze, it seemed that he had not given up yet, and there seemed to be a trace of struggle in his eyes. Based on his understanding of Mei Yiqi's personality, Wang Zheng immediately understood that Mei Yiqi must have a backup plan!
To be honest, Wang Zheng was impressed by Mei Yiqi's progress in every move, whether it was using the wind to move quickly, using the wind blade longsword condensed from spiritual energy, or the even more condensed deep blue wind blade.
It should be noted that he awakened his spiritual energy several months later than Wu Huan and Chu Xiaoman, and even now his spiritual energy limit is only barely on par with the two of them.
However, apart from Wang Zheng, there should be no one in the entire freshman class of Jingnan University who can rival him. Although the elemental power is also a factor, strength is strength, and it has nothing to do with anything else.
Wang Zheng had also witnessed his hard work in training.
Moreover, judging from his expression, it's clear he has a backup plan.
Seeing that Zhu Canyang had already pounced on Mei Yiqi again.
During this process, Mei Yiqi even had a moment to look back at Wang Zheng.
Seeing Wang Zheng nod at him, his eyes immediately became even more determined.
Wang Zheng noticed this subtle change, clapped his hands lightly, and whispered, "The outcome is decided!"
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