Chapter 393

Below the stage, the sound surged like a tide; Feng Mu seemed infected as well, his mouth corner splitting to reveal a mouthful of stark white teeth:

"The atmosphere of this Martial Arts Joint Examination is set rather high, but alas, in this world of myriad things, when has anything ever been truly immortal? Even steel has its day of decay; how dare a mere school stele boast of lasting forever?"

Perhaps in the world of his previous life, some things could remain immortal in people's hearts, but in this life...

Gong Qi pricked up his ears; despite the clamor rolling like waves across the sky, he could precisely capture every word Feng Mu spat out.

He liked listening to his junior brother speak; in private, he had even secretly and carefully compiled a book of "Junior Brother's Classic Sayings," already densely filling half a notebook.

He reckoned that once this notebook was full, he would take it to exchange with Hong Ya for a treasure he had long coveted.

In Hong Ya's "Sanwu Laboratory Workshop," there was indeed a strange invention he had been eyeing for a long time.

Gong Qi silently noted down this sentence, but this time, his heart held a different view from before.

He pondered for a moment, then spoke steadily and forcefully:

"Junior Brother, perhaps indeed nothing in this world can truly last forever. But there is one thing, I believe, that can shine for ten thousand ages."

Hearing this, Feng Mu's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise; he hurriedly looked at Gong Qi with great interest, adopting an attentive posture.

The emotional value could be said to be fully provided.

Gong Qi's index finger slowly extended, pointing toward the high sky above; he straightened his expression and said:

"The buttocks atop human heads can shine for ten thousand ages."

Hearing these words, Feng Mu couldn't help but ponder for a moment.

He then slowly raised his head, gazing at the bright and dazzling sky above that carried a hint of mysterious haze; after thinking for a moment, he had to raise a thumb, praising with a tone of admiration:

"Senior Brother, you have great wisdom!"

Guan Zhong followed silently behind Feng Mu and Gong Qi, his eyes full of reverence, his gaze tightly tracking Feng Mu's figure.

Despite the surrounding clamor rising and falling, his world seemed to contain only Feng Mu.

He truly couldn't understand what Gong Qi had just said; those seemingly obscure words, like a breeze, blew past his ears, leaving no definite meaning in his heart.

Yet in some corner of his heart, a firm belief had long been deeply engraved.

In Guan Zhong's view, the Minister was the most radiant glory atop his head for this life and this world; that light was incomparably fierce, more dazzling than the false sun of the Upper City Base, as if it could dispel all haze in the world;

and also so pure, purer and more flawless than the cold light of neon in the Lower City, like a holy dawn, guiding his way forward.

At this moment, Chang Erbing also followed behind, equally silent.

His gaze wandered, appearing to casually survey the surroundings, but his thoughts were all on the conversation between Feng Mu and Gong Qi.

He actually couldn't quite grasp the deeper meaning in these two brothers' words, but relying on his professional intuition, he detected a hint of something terrifying from between the lines.

It was a thought that made a chill suddenly surge from the bottom of his heart, as if he were in endless darkness, a reactionary thought that made one shudder upon reflection.

"As expected, no matter how perfectly or naturally you disguise yourselves, Captain Li didn't misjudge. Feng Mu and the people around him are all mad..."

Chang Erbing muttered to himself; the alarm in his heart rang like a great bell, clamoring without cease, making him unable to help but feel more fear and vigilance.

No one wants to provoke a madman!

Even if you become friends with a madman, you must always walk on thin ice.

In the time it took to speak, the battle on stage instantly entered a white-hot phase.

No probing, no detours; fierce exchanges boiled from the first second, moves as swift as wind and rain, every move deadly, dazzling to the eye.

After all, it was Imoto's shining moment; as a good older brother, Feng Mu was still willing to stop and watch for a while.

The footage captured on the light screen had an extremely high frame rate, not inferior to Feng Mu's dynamic vision.

"The cameras in the drones are high-grade goods."

Feng Mu raised his head and glanced at the drone hovering above the platform; a bloody idea grew in his mind like a poisonous vine:

"If I remove this drone's camera and transplant it into a living person's eye, then, if I kill and dig out hearts, if it can be copied, my 【Dynamic Capture LV3】 might be able to..."

Feng Mu shook his head, extinguishing the absurd thought in his heart, mainly because the drone's camera looked a bit large and might not fit the human eye socket.

But it wasn't completely extinguished, because the school had taught him from a young age—there are always more solutions than difficulties!

On the platform, within the light screen.

Feng Yuhuai lightly tapped her toes; her ten toes, dyed with henna, dragged long residual shadows across the platform's mat, like a nimble poison snake weaving through the grass.

She suddenly twisted her waist and leaped into the air, her right leg lashing out like a rattlesnake, straight toward Tian Xiaohai's temple.

The white shoe tip embroidered with black thread drew a sharp arc in the air, emitting a "hiss—" sharp sound, as if it could tear the air.

Tian Xiaohai's eyes narrowed; he sank his waist and sat on his hips, his arms quickly crossing into a cross guard, muscles tensed, veins bulging.

At the moment the shoe tip bit down, his arms trembled violently, as if deeply pierced by a poisonous snake's fangs, revealing a poison-like bruised blackness.

However, Tian Xiaohai gritted his teeth, advancing instead of retreating; his left hand reached out like a tiger's claw, fingers spread, straight for Feng Yuhuai's chest.

A hint of anger flashed in Feng Yuhuai's eyes; she shifted her foot, her whole body seeming to become a boneless snake, suddenly lowering half her body, sliding along the ground behind Tian Xiaohai.

Her spine twisted like a spirit snake, bringing a fishy wind; students or parents below the stage exclaimed in surprise, eyes unblinking, afraid to miss any detail.

Tian Xiaohai stopped abruptly and pushed off the ground; his waist twisted like a great bow, without looking behind him, his knee slammed down at a ninety-degree angle.

This strike had no flourish, but carried the ferocity of destroying mountains and splitting stones.

Feng Yuhuai didn't expect Tian Xiaohai to change moves so quickly and violently; she tapped her toes and retreated, narrowly avoiding this fatal blow.

"Boom!"

Tian Xiaohai's knee heavily smashed onto the platform; the flat surface instantly had a deep crater smashed into it.

The strong rebound force tore his trouser leg, revealing skin covered in old calluses like cowhide.

He didn't get up, but directly slid forward on his knees, scraping scratches and stone chips on the platform, gravel flying.

Completely different from Feng Yuhuai's ghostly elegant steps just now, his movements had no beauty, more like a bulldozer plowing the ground toward Feng Yuhuai.

No elegance, all coarseness.

Feng Yuhuai's expression changed slightly; she jumped back to open distance, but a gloomy killing intent flashed in her eyes, yet the cameras of over a dozen drones above her head made her unable to use several killing moves she had hidden.

Under the gaze of thousands, the bright dazzling light is just not good in this regard!

Tian Xiaohai, however, had no such reservations; his knee trembled, and his whole body sprang up like a wild bull.

The ten-step distance shrank to five steps in an instant.

Feng Yuhuai was unknowingly forced to the edge of the Platform, and answering him was a simple, direct Cannon Fist.

One could see Tian Xiaohai's back muscles twitch, the meridians of his single arm suddenly stretching open, like a great bow twanging, thick arm veins bulging out, just like an arrow storing power and shooting forth.

Bang—

Air Burst!

The twisting dark fist ruthlessly smashed through the air, driving straight into Feng Yuhuai's chest.

At such close range, there was actually no way to dodge?

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