The venue was silent for a moment, followed by a wave of cheers.

Looking at Du Mu, who was slowly withdrawing his fist in the middle of the venue, Zou Tianrui, Du Shuang and the others couldn't help but have a trace of surprise in their eyes.

Although they had expected that Wan Shengshu was not Du Mu's opponent, the situation in front of them was still beyond their expectations.

The whole battle lasted less than a second, and even Du Mu defeated Wan Shengshu with just one move.

"Senior Brother Du Mu is afraid that he has already reached the three-star intermediate level. ”

Staring at Du Mu's figure in the distance, Zou Tianrui took a deep breath and sighed.

Guan Yujia's beautiful eyes on the side flashed brightly, and she nodded approvingly.

On the other side, everyone in the Iron Fist Club frowned tightly, and the two first-year members hurriedly ran to the middle of the field and carried the unconscious Wan Shengshu back.

"Do you want to continue with the second game?" asked the third-grade senior who served as the referee to Du Mu.

Du Mu nodded: "Go on!"

The second person in the Iron Fist Club was a young man of medium stature and ordinary appearance.

His gaze stayed on the other party's face for a moment, and Du Mu immediately recalled the relevant information in his mind.

Zheng Junzhe, a second-year member, ranked 28th in the grade, and has three-star high-level strength.

While Du Mu looked at Zheng Junzhe, the latter also stared at him closely, with a hint of solemnity in his expression.

"Senior Brother Wansheng Shu is a two-star peak, even so, he still can't hold a single move under Du Mu, this guy has at least three-star mid-level strength!" Zheng Junzhe's thoughts flew around, and he sighed slightly in his heart, "It seems that it will take some effort to solve the opponent!"

His own strength is around the three-star high-level, and it is not difficult to defeat the three-star mid-level opponent, but in this way, the physical strength is bound to consume a lot, which is very unfavorable to the next battle.

"Are you ready?"

The referee glanced at the two of them left and right, and when she saw the two nodding, she raised her hand and made a gesture, and immediately stepped back.

A few seconds later, a short, high-pitched electronic chime sounded.

At the same time, Zheng Junzhe's low shout sounded, and two clouds of dust exploded under his feet, and the whole person had swept out like a blast of wind.

Call!

In the blink of an eye, Zheng Junzhe rushed to Du Mu's side, and the five fingers of his right hand were bent, and he quickly grabbed at his shoulder, which looked like some kind of claw technique.

It was the first time for Du Mu to see this kind of martial art, his eyes lit up slightly, and he also met it with five fingers slightly curled.

Pieces of iron!

Five-finger gun!

A rapid screech sounded in the air.

The palms of the two tore through the air and slammed together, as soon as they touched, Zheng Junzhe's complexion changed suddenly, only to feel that his five fingers seemed to have hit a piece of hard steel, and it was also steel covered with spikes, and there was a sharp pain in his fingertips in an instant, he couldn't help but snort, and hurriedly retreated to open the distance.

"How is that possible!?"

On the seat of the Iron Fist Club players, Zuo Jing's eyes widened, and his eyes were firmly fixed on Zheng Junzhe's slightly trembling right hand, obviously in the confrontation just now, Zheng Junzhe fell into the disadvantage.

As Zheng Junzhe's friend, she knows that Zheng Junzhe's iron claws can even cut out five small holes in granite, and the power is terrifying.

However, Zheng Junzhe lost to Du Mu, a first-year student, in a head-to-head competition!

"Isn't Du Mu good at swordsmanship?" Zuo Jing turned his head to look at a second-year student on the side, he was in charge of the intelligence collection of the Sword Technique Society.

"That's right. The man looked hesitant when he heard this, and replied uncertainly, "But I heard that his attainments in physical skills are not weak......

Zuo Jing's face sank, and he was about to speak, but a low voice came from his side.

"It's useless to talk about this now, can't you see that Du Mu has hidden his strength?"

It was Xu Xiangming who spoke, he seemed to have quite prestige among the crowd, as soon as he spoke, Zuo Jing immediately quieted down, pursed his lips and said no more, and continued to look at the battle on the field.

The battle has fallen into a one-sided situation.

Screaming sounds echoed one after another on the field of Nuoda, Du Mu and Zheng Junzhe fought fiercely, their hands clashing back and forth, countless claw shadows flying and dancing, tearing the air and stirring up gusts of evil wind.

As the battle progressed, Zheng Junzhe's heart became more and more bitter, the iron claws he was proud of were completely suppressed by Du Mu, and the latter didn't know what martial arts he used, his five fingers were like sharp and hard iron cones, the speed was as fast as bullets, and every time he fought hard, he had the illusion of grasping the steel.

In less than a minute, Zheng Junzhe felt that his palms had been numb by the severe pain, and his claws gradually showed sluggishness.

Du Mu was keenly aware of this, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and with a kick under his feet, the whole person had already bullied into front of Zheng Junzhe, his index finger was bent, piercing the air like lightning, and attacking Zheng Junzhe at an astonishing speed.

Halfway through, Du Mu's right arm suddenly blurred, turning into a remnant in the sky, and even the bent index finger pierced countless finger shadows like an ultra-high-speed machine gun, and quickly attacked Zheng Junzhe's chest.

Finger gun 'Yellow Lotus'!

The piercing scream erupted in an instant, and in just one breath, Du Mu's index finger pierced no less than twenty attacks, and the stormy attack was concentrated in a very short period of time, pouring down on Zheng Junzhe's chest without reservation.

Bang!

A dense dull crash erupted.

Every attack of Du Mu contained extremely strong power.

The terrifying and powerful force even made Zheng Junzhe's feet off the ground, and the whole person was suspended in mid-air, and his face became distorted and red due to the sudden blow and severe pain.

As Du Mu's last index finger stab fell, Zheng Junzhe's whole person instantly fell backwards like a cannonball, rolling out seven or eight meters before he stopped his body, and when he landed, his face was already pale, covering his chest and wailing, completely losing his combat effectiveness.

Call!

Du Mu slowly withdrew his arm, glanced at Zheng Junzhe who fell to the ground not far away, and exhaled lightly.

The power of 'Yellow Lotus' was even stronger than he expected!

At this time, the venue of Nuoda was silent, and everyone was still immersed in Du Mu's previous terrifying blow like thunder, and it took a long time to come back to their senses, and there was an uproar for a while.

"This, too, is physical skill?"

"That's amazing!"

"Shhh......h I just didn't see the trajectory of his attack at all!"

"Who's going to tell me, which of these two is from the Iron Fist Society?"

"Uh......"

On the side of the Sword Club, Du Shuang and Luo Yao glanced at each other, and they could see the shock in each other's eyes.

In the battle just now, Du Mu firmly suppressed Zheng Junzhe throughout the whole process, and the latter was a real three-star high-level martial artist, which undoubtedly meant that Du Mu's strength had surpassed the three-star high-level.

"It seems that Xiao Mu's strength is stronger than we thought!" Luo Yao looked at Du Mu with bright eyes, and his tone was full of surprise.

"Hmm. ”

Du Shuang is mostly happy, so far Du Mu has given her a lot of surprises, she is no longer surprised by this, at this time she is more happy that her younger brother is so strong.

Zou Tianrui, Guan Yujia, Ding Tong and Feng Hanruo looked even more excited.

They didn't expect Du Mu's strength to be so strong, and he solved the two members of the Iron Fist Club one after another.

Now the victory of the Sword Club is almost certain!

Even if Du Mu loses the third game next, it doesn't matter, after all, there are Du Shuang and Luo Yao behind him, and these two alone are enough to defeat the remaining three of the other party.

In contrast, the Iron Fist Club side was demoralized, and after Jung Jun-cheol was taken down, he was replaced by a girl.

Zuo Jing, the twenty-fourth in the second grade, is a three-star senior

Glancing at the other party, the corresponding information immediately appeared in Du Mu's mind.

After playing, Zuo Jing looked at Du Mu with a solemn expression.

Like Zheng Junzhe, she is a three-star high-level martial artist, and since the latter was defeated by Du Mu, she is probably not an opponent.

Therefore, before coming up, the vice president instructed her to try to consume Du Mu's physical strength.

As the electronic chime sounded on behalf of the start of the game, Zuo Jing immediately stepped forward, not giving Du Mu time to rest.

However, after fighting with Du Mu for a few moves, she quickly switched to a defensive posture, and most of the time she only resisted Du Mu's attack, and occasionally counterattacked.

After only a moment of fighting, Du Mu saw Zuo Jing's thoughts, which was intended to induce him to attack in order to consume his physical strength.

The solution is good, but everyone in the Iron Fist Club is doomed to disappointment.

Du Mu's current physique attribute has been strengthened to D+ level, and in terms of physical strength alone, it can be said that even many four-star martial artists are inferior to him, and he is a three-star martial artist.

Especially in a battle with overwhelming strength, even if it takes two or three hours, Du Mu will not have any worries about lack of physical strength.

It's a pity that Zuo Jing and others don't know this.

Unlike Zheng Junzhe, who is good at claw techniques, Zuo Jing is good at leg techniques, and her slender and toned thighs can often be kicked from various incredible angles, or counteract Du Mu's fists, or attack his feet, waist and abdomen.

For a time, Du Mu was surrounded by the sound of whistling wind.

Despite this, Du Mu's offense and defense still seemed to be unhurried, and he even had spare time to think.

"Speaking of which, among the remaining two physical skills of the six styles, will there also be leg techniques?"

Zuo Jing noticed Du Mu's abnormality for the first time, and saw that he dared to be distracted while fighting with him, a trace of anger flashed on his pretty face, and he screamed, and kicked out his right foot quickly, like an arrow from the string to Du Mu's waist.

In the face of this sharp blow, Du Mu's body was like a powerless dandelion, swaying left and right with Zuo Jing's attack, just right to avoid all attacks.

This scene made Zuo Jing show an unbelievable look, a little distracted, and there was a flaw in the offensive in an instant, and he was immediately captured by Du Mu, and the whole person deceived himself, the sole of his right foot was stretched out, and his little foot was straight like a gun, stabbing out like lightning, and accurately poking Zuo Jing's little foot.

This time, Du Mu used part of the skill of pointing the gun.

Caught off guard, Zuo Jing only felt a sharp pain in her little foot, and the offensive stalled, and she hurriedly staggered back and widened the distance.

Du Mu did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but stood in place, looking at her calmly.

The sharp pain on her little foot made Zuo Jing have a layer of fine sweat on her forehead, she has rich experience in actual combat, and after feeling it, she knows that the injury to her little foot is not light, although the bones are not cracked, but she can no longer perform leg techniques.

There is no doubt that she has already lost this battle.

Zuo Jing's expression changed for a long time, and finally he bit his silver teeth, and was about to make a move, when a voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Zuo Jing, come down!"

She turned her head to look back, but it was the vice president who spoke out, and the latter said in a deep voice to the referee on the field: "We admit defeat in this game!"

The referee nodded.

Seeing this, Zuo Jing's face flashed with a mixture of frustration and unwillingness, pushed away the members of the Iron Fist Club who came over to support, and staggered back to his seat.

Seeing this scene in his eyes, Zou Tianrui turned his head to Guan Yujia and smiled: "It seems that we have picked up a treasure this time!"

Guan Yujia smiled and didn't speak, but her expression was very agreeable.

Being able to defeat two three-star high-level martial artists one after another, Du Mu undoubtedly has the strength of the three-star peak, and more importantly, he is only in the first grade, and his potential is huge, if nothing else, after being promoted to the third grade, he will definitely be able to occupy a place on the Glory Book Tablet, and even if he is in the top forty like Ning Jin.

This is undoubtedly a great thing for the Sword Fighting Society!

Thinking of this, Guan Yujia couldn't help but sigh in her heart, Du Shuang and Du Mu, the two sisters and brothers, the best students in the first and second grades, actually joined the swordsmanship club.

The luck of the swordsmanship club in the past two years has been so good!

While everyone was talking, the Iron Fist Club had already sent a fourth team member.

Sun Wen, the thirteenth in the second grade, is at the peak of three stars.

Sun Wen's body is very burly and strong, his muscles are knotted, and his height of more than two meters makes him look like a brown bear.

Du Mu's toes were slightly cushioned, and he dodged lightly.

According to the information given to him by Zou Tianrui, Sun Wen was born with divine power, and he has cultivated a lot of martial arts to strengthen defense, and his strength is the best even in the peak of the three stars, which should not be underestimated.

If you hit him head-on, I'm afraid that the brown bear will vomit blood and die.

The only weakness is speed.

Due to the limitation of his size, Sun Wen's movements and reactions are relatively sluggish, just like right now, Du Mu doesn't even need to shave, just with the simple movement speed, Sun Wen can't even touch the corners of his clothes.

"Are you just dodging, if it's a man, fight me head-on!"

After a long miss, Sun Wen seemed to have lost his patience and shouted angrily.

"Okay. ”

Hearing this, Du Mu's face remained unchanged, but the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, his body did not retreat, but advanced, and in the blink of an eye, he swept to Sun Wen's side, his five fingers bent, tearing the air and grabbing him on the shoulder.

A triumphant smile flashed in Sun Wen's eyes, he didn't expect the opponent to be so provocative, and he would be fooled with a little agitation.

Seeing the strong wind coming, he didn't dodge or dodge, and let Du Mu's five fingers grab his shoulder.

Laugh at!

The muffled sound rose sharply, and the power was comparable to that of a bullet, and after hitting Sun Wen's shoulder, it only left five small wounds less than half a centimeter deep on it.

Seeing this, Du Mu couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

It is rumored that Sun Wen has rough skin and thick meat, but now it seems to be true.

"Haha, junior brother, you can't do this strength, let you see what real power is!"

Sun Wen laughed, the words fell, his right fist tightened violently, and the green tendons burst out, like a steel bar tangled, and in the next second, it exploded, wrapped in a violent wind, and smashed into Du Mu's shoulder in a deafening whistling sound.

Yes!

The audience suddenly burst into exclamations!

Even from a distance, everyone could feel the horror of Sun Wen's blow.

In front of his terrifying fist, Du Mu was as weak as a child.

On the seat of the Sword Club, Du Shuangliu's eyebrows frowned, and he unconsciously clenched the handle of the chair.

On the field, in the face of the fierce fist, Du Mu smiled faintly, the essence flashed in his eyes, his feet stood in place as if rooted, and his body sank slightly.

Iron block 'steel'!

Boom!

Sun Wen's fist hit Du Mu's shoulder hard, and the aftermath of metal impact came from the place of collision, Du Mu's body didn't shake for a moment, but it was Sun Wen himself, who was shaken by the huge reaction force.

"How is that possible!!"

As soon as a stunned expression appeared on Sun Wen's face, he saw the corners of Du Mu's mouth grinning, and then his right arm was puffed up high, and his five fingers were slightly curled, as before, and he grabbed his other shoulder again.

This time, before the attack arrived, a sharp sound of breaking the air sounded in the air, obviously more powerful than before.

Sun Wen's face suddenly changed greatly.