Ultimate Devouring Evolution

"They couldn't argue, so their homeroom teacher asked them to use punches to decide who would go first."

"puff……"

When Yu Deliang heard this, he felt that a mouthful of old blood had spewed out of his heart.

I thought about it for a long time, compared my opponents, and carefully selected them, for fear that I would make a wrong move and be won by the scumbag.

In the end, Zhang Fan was lucky, and directly asked the students to use punches to decide who would go first.

This is not taking the rocket class seriously at all, and not taking himself seriously.

His black skin turned red with anger, Yu Deliang secretly said: Okay, don't take me seriously, my student wins later, I'm afraid you won't even have time to cry.

The surrounding students and teachers also knew the intentions of the four masters.

Everyone's face twitched, looking at Zhang Fan like an idiot.

"This guy, isn't he too crazy?"

"Who doesn't know that Teacher Yu is a famous star teacher. Even if he is within a hundred miles, he is somewhat famous. Naturally, the students he teaches are not bad. This guy is good. Let his students use punches to decide who will go first. Playing, don't you think you didn't die fast enough?"

"Du Xiaowu sent by Mr. Yu is only a level 2 quasi-martial artist, but he is about to break through level 2 and enter level 3. He has strong strength and solid basic skills. He even got 133rd in the entrance examination."

"That's right. On the other hand, Zhang Fan's four students, who are few in the top four, have taken the bottom four. In other words, they have already ranked behind 550. No matter how much they have improved in the past few days, they can directly challenge No. 133? He actually asked the students to draw their fists to decide the order of appearance. Doesn't this mean that Du Xiaowu doesn't take Du Xiaowu seriously?"

"Still challenging? It's not bad if you don't get crushed."

Amidst the discussions among the crowd, Du Xiaowu had already arrived in the arena.

On the side of the slag class, Gao Dashao and Wen Dashao had already been eliminated in the punching, and they looked depressed.

Only Young Master Guo and First Young Master Yuan were left. They were in high spirits, their sleeves were rolled up, and their eyes were shining.

The sound of punching became louder and louder, and the saliva in his mouth was flying everywhere.

"Eight horses, six six six, nine stars in a row, perfect...I'm stupid, I won! I won!"

First Young Master Yuan jumped up, as excited as if he had just snatched a beautiful woman.

Guo Dashao, like the other two, looked depressed.

All the people watching the excitement around were secretly stunned.

When other people met the Rocket Squad, they all avoided them, for fear of offending them.

This scumbag class is good, those who can't play look depressed, and those who can play are as happy as bastards.

These guys are really lawless.

However, they challenged 133 out of 500. I'm afraid they didn't even know how they died.

Everyone continued to watch with this in mind.

I saw Yuan Dashao came to the field with a samurai sword on his shoulder, swaggering, and his face was full of excitement.

Du Xiaowu on the opposite side is not like other rocket class students.

Du Xiaowu's father didn't approve of the school's use of wooden weapons, so whenever Du Xiaowu came home, he was asked to practice with real weapons.

Now holding an alloy gun, there is no tension at all.

Seeing Young Master Yuan walking ten meters away.

He didn't talk nonsense, and with a flick of his spear, he stabbed at First Young Master Yuan.

However, First Young Master Yuan stood firm, unmoving.

It seems that they didn't see the spear stabbing from the opposite side at all.

Everyone was taken aback.

how?

Is this guy freaked out?

But judging by his appearance, he doesn't look like stage fright at all.

Du Xiaowu's heart trembled when he saw Yuan Dashao remained motionless.

What the hell is this guy doing?

Just as he was thinking about it, the spear tip was only half a meter away from First Young Master Yuan.

At this time, First Young Master Yuan finally moved.

choke choke choke——

Two saber sounds came to everyone's ears.

First Young Master Yuan put away his saber and stood, looking at Du Xiaowu who was facing him proudly.

At this moment, Du Xiaowu's spear stopped in the air, and he lowered his head to look at his chest.

The whole person was stunned there, his face full of disbelief.

There was also a hole more than a foot long on the clothes on his chest.

"How...how is it possible!"

It's different from others who didn't learn martial arts until they were fifteen years old.

Because of his father's strict requirements, he practiced long guns since he was ten years old.

Practiced for seven years now.

And he knew this Young Master Yuan, who used to practice swords, and only started to practice swords more than ten days ago.

In other words, if I practiced hard for seven years, why not practice for ten days?

Realizing this, Du Xiaowu's face turned pale.

All the teachers and students around were also exclaimed.

"what happened?!"

"I'm going, I'm going to draw my sword again!"

"This guy's sword drawing has reached the entry level!"

"He actually... beat Du Xiaowu!"

"The students after 550 won the 133rd place, am I right?"

Yu Deliang also looked at the field in disbelief.

In his opinion, Du Xiaowu would win this match.

After all, he was about to be promoted to a level 3 quasi-warrior, and the opponent was just promoted to a level 2 quasi-warrior.

In addition, Du Xiaowu has practiced guns for 7 years, and the opponent has only practiced for ten days.

No matter how you look at it, Du Xiaowu is sure to win.

Unexpectedly, Du Xiaowu would lose.

Not only did he lose, but he also lost without any suspense.

Defeated with one move!

If this was a real battle, Du Xiaowu would have been instantly killed by the guy who looked like he was hanging around.

What the hell is going on?

Just when Yu Deliang was thinking this way, he saw that Zhang Fan, who had been sitting on the chair hanging around, finally raised his head, with a reprimanding tone.

"You bastard, I don't listen to you when I tell you to practice hard on weekdays. Originally, with the speed at which you draw your sword, you can strike when the tip of the opponent's spear reaches an inch in front of you. In this way, the opponent will not even have a chance to change their moves. You But luckily, the tip of the gun is half a meter away from you. If the opponent reacts faster and suddenly changes his moves, how do you deal with it?

Also, after closing the knife, be wary of the enemy with residual blood to fight back.

How about you? Satisfied after closing the knife, he doesn't take his opponent seriously.

Have you practiced your drawing and chopping on dogs? "

Zhang Fan's voice was stern, and Young Master Yuan, who was still complacent when he scolded just now, directly lowered his head, not daring to speak.

When everyone around heard this, they almost fell to the ground.

Brother, your students have killed their opponents with one move.

Not only did he kill in seconds, but he also killed an opponent who was more than 400 times higher than him.

Are you still not satisfied?

Why don't you go to heaven?

When Yu Deliang heard this, he felt a burning pain on his face.

Where is this training students?

Every sentence and every word is slapping me in the face.

It's too fucking painful.

Zhang Fan trained for another five minutes, which made Young Master Yuan feel ashamed, and made everyone else dare not make a sound.

Then he waved his hand: "Who will be the next one, you better be smart."

According to the order of punching just now, it should be Young Master Guo next.

After being scolded just now, Young Master Guo didn't dare to ostentatiously, but played honestly.

But Zhang Fan's voice came from the sidelines: "I didn't tell you to go to kindergarten, why are you so honest? Be arrogant, make a provocative gesture, right..."