Chapter 38: The demeanor of that punch

"Chu Wange!"

Someone had already called out her name.

Chu Wange was still in that conspicuous bright red Daoist robe, with a clean and neat Daoist bun, her hair tied straight from the top of her head and draped over her back, holding a plastic storage box for books in her hand, walking easily all the way from the direction of the teaching building.

"Holy crap, no way?"

Someone seemed to have thought of something, first looked at Lin Mo on the stage, then looked at Chu Wange, astonishment appearing in their eyes.

No way, no way, no way?

Many male compatriots shouted wildly in their hearts, but Chu Wange just walked straight toward the ring, and the crowd automatically opened a path.

Until she crossed the crowd all the way, walked to the edge of the ring, and even looked up at Lin Mo on the stage, a cold voice came:

"Here."

Almost the moment she spoke, all the delusions that the male compatriots had held were instantly shattered.

"Don't!!!"

They screamed wildly in their hearts, the white moonlight of three years in their hearts was shattered like this.

On the ring.

Ye Chen looked at Chu Wange who was sticking to the edge of the ring, his expression also revealing a trace of astonishment, seemingly unable to believe it.

As for Zhang Dahai behind Lin Mo, he almost popped his eyeballs out.

No, you just said yesterday that you didn't know the school beauty and weren't dating, and today you called her out with one message, and still said you didn't freeload!?

You motherfucker...

Awesome!

Zhang Dahai gave Lin Mo a thumbs up in his heart, then looked provocatively at Ye Chen on the opposite side.

Brother's rich woman is equal to my... uh, my backer.

Almost instantly, Zhang Dahai's waist straightened, and his wilted expression flew up.

Under everyone's gaze, Chu Wange opened her mouth: "What's the matter?"

The voice was cold, and the style was as crisp and neat as ever.

Lin Mo answered: "Fight."

"Who?"

"Him!"

A few short words, and the exchange was finished.

After finishing, Lin Mo turned his head, raised an eyebrow at Ye Chen and said: "You said it, as long as it's from the school, it's fine, I can call anyone."

Ye Chen: "..."

The surrounding gossip students complained in their hearts: Holy crap, this is too shameless, freeloading so openly!

Only heard Chu Wange say briefly: "Okay."

After finishing, she put the storage box in her hand by her feet, jumped up, and jumped lightly onto the ring.

A red Daoist robe moved with the wind, pulling the gazes of countless boys at the scene.

She had no warm-up preparation, looked at Ye Chen opposite and said: "You strike first, otherwise you won't have a chance."

Quite martial virtue...

Lin Mo thought to himself.

But thinking about it, as a celebrity of Nanshan No. 4 Middle School for three years, the last time Chu Wange made a move in the ring was the Rongcheng Ten Schools Exchange Meeting last year.

One person, one sword, responding to the best among peers in the ten schools in turn.

At that exchange meeting, no one could last more than one sword from her.

She also became famous in one battle because of this, becoming the true "legend" circulating among the schools in Rongcheng.

Now that more than a year had passed since last year's exchange meeting, no one knew how powerful her strength had become.

Perhaps, only Lin Mo, who knew how many sword arts she had learned, knew a little bit.

Even though Ye Chen had defeated Zhu Hongyuan, the second in Nanshan, not long ago, no one still thought he could defeat the "legend" of Nanshan.

Including himself, he thought so too.

Ye Chen was silent for a moment, then said: "I admit..."

"Hurry up, kowtow."

Lin Mo activated the interruption skill in time.

Ye Chen stopped his words, glared at Lin Mo, then could only grit his teeth and say:

"Please enlighten me!"

After finishing, he slowly pulled out the wooden sword at his waist, holding the long sword in his right hand, pinching the sword formula with his left hand, his expression unprecedentedly serious.

"Mysterious Ice turns into sword light, frost descends in all directions!"

Only heard him give a light shout, and a force of frost gathered toward the wooden sword.

Lin Mo touched his chin, carefully observing the other party's sword art.

Whether it was fighting Zhu Hongyuan before, or the Immortal Examination test, Ye Chen used this sword art.

If there were no accidents, this should be one of the techniques he mainly cultivated.

As for the quality of the spell, judging from the score of the last Immortal Examination test, it was highly likely that it was in the category of mid-rank spells, just like his "Heavenly Thunder Incantation."

He had only farmed the "Heavenly Thunder Incantation" yesterday, and hadn't had time to fill the proficiency, so he just happened to take this opportunity to see how powerful other people's mid-rank sword arts were.

Only after a moment of accumulation did Ye Chen finally take a step forward and slash that sword.

A blue sword energy galloped toward this side, causing bursts of exclamations from the students under the stage.

Lin Mo looked at the cold air rushing toward his face, which was a few points stronger than the feeling under the stage last time.

Just at this moment, Chu Wange moved.

Also like Ye Chen, she took a step forward, but Lin Mo was very familiar with this step.

Kui Star Stance, one of the twelve steps, Meteor Chasing the Moon.

She was like a meteor, flashing and vanishing on the ring, disappearing from everyone's sight.

By the time they saw her figure again, she was already behind Ye Chen.

Ye Chen rolled his eyes, loosened his wooden sword, and directly fell onto the ring with a "slap," fainting.

The battle took less than a minute from start to finish.

Among them, Ye Chen used 59 seconds to accumulate power, and in less than the last second, Chu Wange broke the sword energy and knocked him unconscious.

Lin Mo clicked his tongue in wonder while walking over, glancing at Ye Chen lying on the ground, with a not-so-small red fist mark on his big forehead, exclaiming:

"You didn't draw your sword?"

Chu Wange shook her head and said: "He's not worthy."

As soon as the voice fell, Lin Mo saw Ye Chen's body seem to twitch.

Very quickly, if he hadn't been staring at it, he wouldn't have discovered it.

Chu Wange clearly held back; apart from the fist mark on his forehead, there were no injuries on Ye Chen.

And Ye Chen was at Level 7 Qi Refinement, how could it be so easy to fall with one punch.

Don't want to kowtow, right?

Lin Mo smiled "hehe," hurriedly squatted down and shouted: "Yo, he fainted, quick, quick, someone come and carry him to the infirmary, this injury is not light!"

Zhang Dahai clicked his tongue: "Why are you still bothering with him?"

Lin Mo gave him a wink, and the latter looked at Ye Chen who was motionless on the ground, instantly understood, and hurriedly shouted:

"Quick, quick, Ye Chen is injured, this is our school's son of luck, can't have anything happen!"

Hearing this, many gossipers came back to their senses from Chu Wange's shocking strike just now, and rushed up enthusiastically.

Lin Mo and Zhang Dahai naturally also followed "enthusiastically" to the side, and enthusiastically helped drag people, just that they kicked the other party a few times without paying attention in the process...

Feeling the bursts of pain from his body, Ye Chen, who was "playing dead" on the ground, had the blue veins on his forehead jump; these two cheap people!

By the time he was carried down by the enthusiastic students, there were already several big footprints on his Daoist robe.

"Ahahahaha!"

Zhang Dahai stood on the ring limping, revealing an arrogant smile, refused Lin Mo's proposal to let him go to the infirmary, then patted the other party's shoulder hard, winked and said:

"Serve the school beauty well, brother's glory and wealth for the rest of his life depends on you!"

Lin Mo looked at him: "Serve? Did you get something wrong?"

If anyone should serve, it should be her serving me.

Zhang Dahai gave him a look: I understand!

You understand a fart!

Lin Mo cursed secretly, then looked at Chu Wange beside him, the latter had no reaction, just picked up the storage box by the ring again.

"Leaving?"

Lin Mo asked.

Chu Wange nodded, and heard Lin Mo continue: "Anyway, since you're here, why not eat barbecue tonight before leaving?"

Mentioning barbecue, Chu Wange's throat gulped visibly, and her expression also fell into a struggle.

But after a moment, she still shook her head with a firm Dao heart: "Next time."

Lin Mo smiled and said: "Then see you at the Immortal Examination, friend."

Chu Wange nodded vigorously: "Good, see you at the Immortal Examination."

After finishing, she turned around holding the storage box and walked toward the school gate, a red dress gradually moving away, attracting countless gazes when she came, and still the same when she left.

After one battle, I don't know how many people's hearts Chu Wange would become an indelible white moonlight, and the legend about her would probably circulate in Nanshan forever.

Lin Mo stood on the ring, using his mind to recall the demeanor of that punch just now, and his heart couldn't help but yearn for it.

Not to mention Chu Wange, even Ye Chen, who was lying on the ground playing dead, was not someone he could contend with now.

But thirty years east... forget it, only one is lying down, this is unlucky.

He coughed lightly, listening to the discussions in his ears, occasionally mixed with descriptions like "stinky freeloader," took a deep breath, and his vigorous fingers bent and straightened slightly—

【Merit +1】 ===== CHAPTER 39 =====