"Ku Bu, how is this possible!"

The commander crushed the teacup in his hand.

A high school student not yet ranked, has actually mastered Ku Bu, it's simply a joke.

"Good kid, interesting!"

Pan Yizheng clutched his hand tightly, even his bones crackled.

He saw more clearly than others, he could confirm.

The move just now was indeed Ku Bu.

Under normal circumstances, the double jump of Ku Bu allows a martial artist to jump higher.

But in extreme combat situations, Ku Bu can also have a reverse effect, using the power of stepping on leaves to make a martial artist fall as fast as an arrow.

This is also a way to seize the initiative, after all, hanging in the air is very passive and easily allows the opponent to predict the landing trajectory.

Sure enough.

Bai Zhao swung a sword, his body in mid-air, and his Tongue Sword clearly consumed a lot of Qi Blood, dissipating after one move and unable to continue.

Meanwhile, Su Yue had already landed in advance with the boost of Ku Bu.

The tiles beneath his feet cracked from the impact, indicating the strong recoil of Ku Bu.

Su Yue's feet were numb, like crouching and playing on the phone for an hour without realizing it.

Of course, numb legs did not affect his tactics.

Su Yue stood where Bai Zhao was about to fall, like a hunter waiting to pick up his prey.

The corners of his mouth bore a contemptuous smile.

Forced into mid-air!

A feint!

Inverse double jump of Ku Bu!

Landing early to swap positions with the opponent!

This series of extreme actions was simply breathtaking.

Bai Zhao, I'm trading lives with you.

...

"Xu Baiyan, are you ashamed.

"Ku Bu, a martial artist not yet ranked, succeeded.

"This kid is awesome, quite insidious, he actually endured until now. A feint... that Bai Zhao lost."

Yang Lezhi felt parched.

Although it's a fight between rank-one martial artists, that masked man was simply despicable, more shameless than the president who stole his girlfriend.

"Shut up, at least I can do Ku Bu, can you?"

Xu Baiyan coldly taunted.

At the same time, she was somewhat incredulous of the facts.

Ku Bu, can it be mastered so easily?

That guy isn't even ranked yet.

"Sigh, if my brother could also master Ku Bu, how proud dad would be!"

Xu Baiyan muttered to herself.

"What, your brother?

"If your brother can master Ku Bu before the college entrance exam, I'll eat the Coke bottle in your hand."

Yang Lezhi mocked.

"Yang Lezhi, why don't we go up and have a match too?"

Xu Baiyan clenched the glass bottle, gritting her teeth.

...

"Phew!

"Master Su, I didn't expect you to wait until the end to use Ku Bu, scared me to death."

Flower Bear exhaled heavily.

He always thought Su Yue would use Ku Bu to escape into the air.

But who could have thought, he actually stepped on a punch band, directly double-jumping towards the ground.

This way, he tricked Bai Zhao's Tongue Sword, leaving the opponent with no escape in mid-air.

Su Yue, truly might pull off a counterattack.

But it's only a possibility.

Su Yue does not have an instant kill move, once Bai Zhao lands, they still need to trade blows.

Dai Yuegui, Sun Zhiwei, and others were already dumbfounded.

Who could have thought Su Yue had secretly mastered Ku Bu.

What a joke.

Ku Bu.

"Indeed, there's always someone better, compared to this guy, the class president is nothing.

"This guy even knows Ku Bu."

Liao Ji bit his teeth, feeling emotional.

He's jealous of Su Yue, but towards Guangkun, Liao Ji truly admires.

After all, the gap between them is vast.

"A martial artist not yet ranked, knowing Ku Bu, how is this possible!"

Zhou Yuncan and his team were utterly bewildered.

...

"Ku Bu, damn it, how is this possible!"

In the center of the ring, Bai Zhao's body started descending.

He was seething with rage, almost choking with anger.

In the opponent's mid-air state, his Tongue Sword missed for the first time.

The opponent knowing Ku Bu was unexpected.

Simply defied logic.

But it didn't matter.

The opponent didn't have a killer move like the Tongue Sword, after landing, it would merely be a fist and foot brawl.

He wasn't going to lose.

But wanting to kill him, that's hard.

"During this time, I've slashed out 9999 times, but none have succeeded!

"There's only one slash left to reach the ten thousand."

"If this slash still fails, then I... will admit defeat!"

Su Yue took a deep breath.

He looked at Bai Zhao, who was about to hit the ground, and gently exhaled a breath of turbid air.

A Martial Artist is not a reckless fool. Su Yue would never sacrifice his life for the so-called reputation.

The strip of cloth hanging from his palm was soaked with blood, mostly his own, and partly Bai Zhao's.

The cold winter air froze the blood, stiffening the strip like an icicle.

The quality of the saber technique requires a medium.

Though this icicle lacks a blade, it can still be called a blunt knife.

A blunt knife has no edge!

Genius without work!

Bai Zhao's face was ferocious as he was about to plummet.

From his palm, a hint of Gang Qi from the Vigorous Fist was already emanating. As a veteran fighter, he could exert the greatest potential between life and death.

So what if you're on your last legs?

In the realm of lethal strike, I will snap your neck.

The entire audience stood up.

This top-tier battle of the first rank had reached its final moment.

...

Crack!

Crack!

...

No one noticed the fine cracks spreading under Su Yue's feet.

The blood ice blade in his palm trembled slightly.

Bang!

Suddenly, Su Yue swung his arm.

At the center of the arena, there came a piercing screech.

Soon after, countless people witnessed a shocking scene.

In front of Su Yue, a half-moon-shaped blood-colored streak rose up, tearing through the space like a blood hand reaching out from the depths of hell, fiercely ripping through the mortal world.

It was at this moment that Bai Zhao's Vigorous Fist descended from the sky.

What a pity.

In the face of Su Yue's blood-colored blade glow, the Vigorous Fist shattered into pieces in the blink of an eye, the invincible combat technique as fragile as waste paper.

Bai Zhao was dumbfounded.

Before he could react, the blade glow slashed into his chest.

As if struck by a tank on the chest, Bai Zhao's body, not yet fallen, was once again whipped into the air by the streak.

Bai Zhao looked at Su Yue.

Those eyes were incredibly steadfast, like stones washed by storms for a century, indomitable.

A flash of blood glow.

A moment of victory or defeat.

When the blood-colored blade glow dissipated, the icicle in Su Yue's hand had also shattered completely, scattering into a sky full of ice mist.

"The ten-thousandth slash... finally complete!"

Su Yue exhaled a long breath; at this moment, his thoughts were smooth, his Qi Blood boiling, and even his mind had become much clearer.

Amidst the blood mist surrounding him, Su Yue, drenched in blood, looked like a demon emerging from hell.

...

... Boom!

Boom... Boom...

... Boom...

...

At 24 o'clock in the morning.

The New Year's bell rang, and fireworks lit up the city.

Year after year.

The Divine Land had passed another peaceful year.

The sky was filled with magnificent fireworks, flashing, stunningly beautiful.

In the center of the land, Su Yue walked step by step towards Bai Zhao.

This man wasn't dead yet.

After all, the ice pillar was just a blunt knife. His opponent's internal organs might be shattered, but he likely wouldn't die.

Having executed the final slash, Su Yue was at the end of his tether.

But he could still stand.

Many scores, always need to be settled.

...

"It's the quality saber technique!"

Pan Yizheng clenched his fist tightly; the floor beneath him had already cracked.

A Martial Artist not yet fully schooled had actually mastered the quality saber technique; this was simply incredible.

"This young man is even more ruthless and terrifying than Prince Qing in his time."

The Admiral's lips turned pale.

To them, such high-level fighters, the quality saber technique was not even considered a top-tier combat technique.

But Su Yue wasn't even fully trained yet.

How frightening.

"This person, the Warring States Military Academy must have him."

Flames burned in Pan Yizheng's eyes.

"Prince Qing was once the president of the Warring States Military Academy's student council; Su Yue should go there too."

The Admiral took a deep breath.

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