CHAPTER 320: CHAPTER 320: BATTLE OF ATTRITION

Snap!

A crisp sound arose.

Baiyu kicked the chair aside, glanced at several people: "Who’s in charge here?"

There was a moment of hesitation among the members of the Combat Club.

Then.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

A row of muscular men instantly stood up, their presence fierce.

"Kid, you’re looking for trouble, aren’t you?"

"Which club are you from? Haven’t seen you these days, suddenly showing up to get wrecked?"

The crew-cut headed brawny man in the lead asked coldly.

All eyes around instantly fixed on them.

"Kendo Club, challenge."

Beside Baiyu, Meng Siyu stepped out and said.

"Again the Kendo Club? Is there no one else, sending a girl out here?" The brawny man clenched his fists tightly, clashing them together, and sneered.

Bang.

With his actions, his whole body muscles started to tremble.

"Kendo Club has bumped into the Karate Club again, looks like it’s the Kendo Club who initiated the challenge this time."

"The Kendo Club has zero points already, who would challenge them right? It must be them challenging. But I’m not optimistic about the Kendo Club. Karate Club has Amos, and he’s won five consecutive games recently!"

"Aren’t you looking at the people from the Kendo Club? I think their president is back, the one who was first in the freshman entrance exam."

Sounds of discussion arose from the side.

Amos naturally heard the others’ discussion.

Even though he was a sophomore, he’d pay attention to the freshman situation, still needing to give due "respect" to the entrance exam’s first place.

The challenge rules of the club tournament.

States that the challenged party cannot refuse challenges from clubs ranked lower than themselves, but have the right to decide the battle mode.

There is one-on-one single battle and three-on-three rotation battle.

Though Amos seemed big and strong, he wasn’t reckless at all.

On the contrary.

He was the kind that played tactics and scheming in the Karate Club.

Has a bit of the essence of a strategist.

Therefore.

Facing such a club with few members, only recently started development, not even having sophomore-level students.

Amos naturally chose the latter.

Three-on-three.

The Kendo Club would find it hard to gather the three.

Jiang Xi from the Martial Arts Academy was already injured, making it difficult to fight again.

As for Baiyu.

No matter how strong, it’s improbable to take on three at once.

Especially when facing three seasoned sophomore students.

"Three-on-three, let’s go."

Amos chuckled coldly.

Accepting the challenge, people swiftly cleared the area.

The Kendo Club also expected the opponent to choose the three-on-three rotation battle, with Gan Yuhan and Meng Siyu stepping out from the crowd respectively.

"No one else?"

Baiyu glanced around.

Meng Siyu and Gan Yuhan had Blood Qi fluctuating around 4000 calories, considered relatively strong among Tier Eight Martial Artists.

They advanced quickly in the Martial Arts School.

But compared to the opponents, they were still not that impressive.

Among the opponents, two were at the peak of Tier Eight.

The crew-cut brawny man who spoke earlier had reached Tier Seven Blood Qi level, similar to Baiyu.

"President, even if you think we’re weak, don’t show it so obviously!"

Meng Siyu took out her long sword.

"I’ll be mindful next time," Baiyu said.

"Damn, you really think we’re weak." Meng Siyu helped her forehead helplessly.

"Alright, I’ll go first in the first match, and President, you can be the finale, okay?"

Gan Yuhan said, eyes solemn.

"I have no problem with that."

"Let’s do as you said."

Baiyu and Meng Siyu retreated to the side.

The fighting area was covered with a 10-by-10 square meter carpet, with a section in front of each club.

This was a venue specifically for competitions.

Gan Yuhan stepped into the middle of the carpet, facing an opponent from the Combat Club, a big fat guy weighing over 200 pounds in a white club uniform.

The weight difference between the two was immense.

"The Kendo Club dares to send such a little girl up here, truly daring. Tell me, how should Uncle handle you?"

The fat man sneered, stepping forward.

Bang.

A thud resonated through the floor.

Gan Yuhan didn’t answer, her eyes revealing vertical pupils, three short blades clasped between her fingers, resembling cat claws.

The opponent, being a Cat Demon, using claws wasn’t any surprise.

Baiyu attentively watched from the platform.

The little Cat Demon had always been diligent in cultivation, and now was a battle to prove herself.

As a rare, mixed-blood outsider infiltrating Celestial South Martial Arts University, she bore the mission of reviving the Cat Demon Race, enduring humiliation.

Lin Qingsong also discussed this issue with him.

Gan Yuhan’s identity was detected by the school’s higher-ups as soon as she entered the sealing object "Endless World."

Lin Qingsong had conversations with Baiyu several times.

Regarding the cultivation of outsiders, the punishment could be large or small, the ultimate discussion was to turn a blind eye.

Despite severe penalties from the Empire.

But many schools wouldn’t enforce it strictly, legal principles should also consider humanity.

Moreover.

The background of the opposing party was not simple.

The royal family of the Cat Demon Race had quite a few connections, more or less, with many big figures in the Empire’s upper echelon.

As long as she stayed on the right path, there was no need to make trouble unnecessarily.

That’s how the current situation came about.

Gan Yuhan was advancing rapidly at Celestial South Martial Arts University, with brisk progress, even having prospects of being personally chosen by a Master in the next big exam.

"Hey!"

At this moment.

She shouted sweetly, Blood Qi circulating, her legs sprung forth, and her figure shot out like an arrow leaving a bowstring, slicing a gust of wind through the air.

Although a sneer hung on the face of the opposite brawny man, there was no hint of underestimation in his eyes.

"Thousand Fold Waves, Eight Hundred Watt Fist!"

His legs spread in a figure-eight shape, his whole body grounded like a stake, his upper body straight.

Afterward.

He stretched his left hand forward.

His right hand clenched into a fist, raised high over his ear.

Baiyu already activated Energy Perception, perceiving the opponent’s Blood Qi flow, gathering entirely on the right fist.

Like all rivers converging in the sea.

This was concentrating all of the body’s strength to deliver that punch.

"Interesting, Combat Club, at its core, is still employing Power Spirit Technique."

Since understanding the systematization of Spirit Techniques.

Baiyu could recognize many categorizations of Spirit Techniques.

"Yuhan, be careful!" Meng Siyu sensed the power of this punch and urgently called out to remind.

However, Gan Yuhan rushed forward, her speed extremely fast.

The opponent was preparing to greet with a punch.

So it’s hardly possible to dodge this punch now.

The inertia from the massive impact makes the change in direction extremely difficult.

"Knock her out!"

"Show this bunch from the Kendo Club that our Combat Club isn’t some easy-to-pin soft target!"

"Go ahead, this punch will knock out that girl directly."

Cheering sounds from the Combat Club arose.

The brawny man revealed a trace of ferocious smile at the corner of his mouth, targeting Gan Yuhan’s rushing figure, and punched out.

Bang... thud!

The air seemed to be compressed into a mass.

In the area where the brawny man punched, the vision of everyone was somewhat disrupted by the fist breeze, even distorting the surroundings.

Yet at this moment.

Gan Yuhan’s body twisted strangely, creating a side-body posture no normal person could ever achieve.

The inevitable punch swerved past her.

At this moment, two shining steel claws took advantage of the brawny man’s middle opening, and fiercely clawed down.