Dick and Geno's attacks were blocked, but this bought Bufan some time.
"Dick, Geno!"
At this time, Bufan had already stood up holding the chair. Seeing his roommates helping without hesitation, he was moved in his heart.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, picked up a chair leg from the ground, and performed a basic sword stance.
Tucker turned around and saw the kid in front of him performing the same moves from a few days ago, and he suddenly became angry.
"How dare a weakling turn his sword against me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Tucker bowed his body and stepped hard on the ground.
boom!
The floor was instantly stepped on and cracked, and Tucker had disappeared from the spot.
"Can't see!" The opponent's speed was too fast, and his eyes had lost their function.
"what to do?"
Bufan instantly thought of Xinyan, but the teacher's previous warning was still fresh in his mind, but he?
No matter what, why is there so much hesitation at the moment of life and death?
Without any time to think about it, Feifan immediately opened his eyes with determination. However, at the moment when his eyes were released, a huge pain hit his mind.
He endured the pain and tried to catch Tucker's figure, but the surroundings were blurry, and there was no feeling at all like when he opened his mind before.
Bufan knew that opening his mind had failed and had backfired.
Suddenly, Tucker appeared. He seemed to have teleported and came in front of Feifan. He clenched his right hand into a fist and roared,
"Tiger Fist!"
The fist is shaped like a tiger, and it rushes forward with a ferocious aura, vowing to destroy everything in front of it.
Seeing Tucker's fist, Bufan wanted to block it, but his body's reaction speed was far unable to keep up. At this moment, he knew he was going to lose.
"Again..."
"Lost again..."
"Another humiliating defeat!"
Bufan clenched his hands tightly, and the nails of his fingers dug deeply into his own flesh.
"Why…"
"Why are you still so weak?"
"Even though you have worked so hard, you still..."
"Not willing to give in!"
"I'm not willing to give in!"
"who is he?"
"It's the enemy!"
"He was the one who beat himself up so badly that he almost died..."
"Now he is going to put himself to death again!"
"In front of such people, how could I..."
"how come…."
"Admit defeat!"
"no way!"
"I will never admit defeat, even if it means death, I will take a piece of flesh from him!"
Bufan's heart roared with anger!
Suddenly, his body began to tremble and his heartbeat accelerated violently.
Somehow, his body began to breathe in and out again, and every time he breathed in and out, his whole body seemed to be filled with power, giving him the illusion that the world was being used by him.
"This is?"
There was no time to think about it, and he faced Tucker who was coming with a fist.
With a loud roar, Bu Fan slashed down with his wooden stick.
Tucker was a little surprised by the extraordinary reaction speed, but he was just surprised. Now that he had decided to go all out, he would no longer have any hesitation.
With a "click", an ordinary wooden stick could not withstand this extremely powerful fist and broke into two halves.
But Fan used the momentum to bully Tucker, turned his right hand into a palm, used the palm instead of a sword, and stabbed Tucker in the abdomen.
Seeing the extraordinary movements, Tucker sneered and lamented the opponent's ignorance, actually engaging in close combat with a fighter?
He opened his hands, ready to capture Bufan.
But at this moment, he was stunned for a moment, and a stabbing pain suddenly hit his lower abdomen. He couldn't believe that his iron wall-like defense was actually broken by one of the opponent's palms?
Tucker was stunned. There was nothing extraordinary about it. The pain in his hands brought him back to reality. He quickly got out of his attack circle and came to his roommate while the other party was not paying attention.
Looking at his severely dislocated right hand, Bufan raised his eyebrows.
Just now, on a whim, he used his spirit-infused palm as a sword. Although it pierced the opponent's defense, it only caused a little injury to the opponent. Compared to my almost-disabled right hand, it's not much good.
"Sure enough, I am still too reckless!" Bufan thought to himself.
The illusion that the world was his own made him swell. He felt that he was invincible. Coupled with the anger, he made that attempt. Fortunately, there was no problem.
Tucker came back to his senses and rubbed his aching stomach, his expression was frighteningly cold.
Without saying a word, he walked slowly towards Bufan and the others...
****
The battle between Tucker and Bufan made the canteen a mess.
The affected students moved away from where they were and stopped to watch.
"Is this a fight? Oh my God, there's an open fight in the college cafeteria. Who is so bold?"
"It's okay, it's okay. It's just some ordinary sparring. Just keep fighting and it'll be fine. And when asked when they are asked, they might say that they use martial arts to make friends, have fun and so on." A senior said with a The identity of the person who came here was discussed there.
"But senior, it doesn't look like him to me. Why does that bald head look so fierce, as if he wants to kill someone?" Tucker's evil eyes frightened the freshman. He felt that this didn't look like him. A common fight.
"Yes, really?" After hearing this, the senior looked at Tucker carefully. Not to mention, the evil aura of the bald head was really strong, and he even looked a little hairy.
Bufan looked at Tucker, who was walking slowly, feeling unspeakably awkward in his heart. He seemed to be getting taller and taller.
"Be careful, he is gathering momentum." Dick behind him saw the truth at a glance.
"Gathering momentum?"
"Gathering power, drawing the power of heaven and earth into one's body, either to attack the enemy or to defend oneself, is invincible. This is an ability only possessed by those strong people above the master level. The opponent should not have reached the master level yet, but he actually It's really amazing to be able to do this!" As he spoke, Dick suddenly showed an expression of admiration.
"Hey, hey, Dick, please, what is the occasion now? Shouldn't you think about how to get through this difficulty?"
"Generally, it takes time for a strong master at the master level to gather momentum. Look at his pace, which is slow but firm. That is the pace of gathering momentum. Every time he takes a step, the momentum on his body increases. But well, lead Even the strong men who have just entered the division level cannot freely control the power of heaven and earth. There must be limitations for someone like him, so I guess that if you want to interrupt his gathering power, just attack him while he is walking. Just attack.”
After speaking, Dick picked up a chair leg from the ground and handed it to Bufan.
"Go, young man, we are optimistic about you."
"Are you sure? This thing is so fragile, it will break with one blow." Bufan took the wooden stick handed over by Dick and felt uncertain.
"Believe in yourself, you have done a good job just now."
"Just now?" Bufan thought for a while, looked at his right hand, and then asked in disbelief, "Dick, are you saying you want me to lose my left hand too?"
