Chapter 942: Chapter 305: Machine Gun Fist Cage, Barehanded King_4
He stared calmly at Li Duozhi, as if he were looking at a dead man.
"Hmph, just bluffing. How long can you keep this up?"
Li Duozhi’s face was full of contempt.
In his mind, Su Yue was absolutely just forcing himself to stand.
"How long?
"Then let me tell you."
Swish!
With a vicious stomp on the ground, Su Yue lowered his body, turning into a bolt of arrow that shot straight toward Li Duozhi.
The Principal Dongwu had still been planning to mediate, but he didn’t even get the chance to open his mouth.
Mu Cheng was almost scared to death.
Su Yue, you idiot, you finally managed to draw even, why are you rushing to get yourself killed again?
Stubborn blockhead.
"Su Yue, get back here... what..."
Mu Cheng hurriedly shouted!
However, in the very next breath, Mu Cheng’s voice cut off abruptly, and her pretty face turned completely bloodless with fright.
Machine Gun Fist Cage.
Yeah!
As Su Yue swept up to Li Duozhi, his arms lashed out wildly, and along with the trembling of the air, he actually unleashed the exact same fist wind as the latter.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The force wind tore open the void, a dragon-like hurricane swirling up, razor-sharp Qi Blood turbulence making it so nearby watching teachers and students couldn’t even keep their eyes open.
Something’s off.
Su Yue was clearly using Machine Gun Fist Cage, but he was faster, and his fist wind even denser.
If you didn’t stare hard, you simply couldn’t even see Su Yue’s fists.
The same battle technique.
But Su Yue was even more outstanding.
"What’s going on? Su Yue actually trained Machine Gun Fist Cage too?"
"No way, I’ve never heard of that!"
"Wrong, his technique is even fiercer than Li Duozhi’s!"
In an instant, the crowd erupted in discussion, the few West Martial students exchanging looks.
Su Yue had never used this before.
Even the Principal Dongwu was full of surprise. This was Li Duozhi’s unique battle technique, and for certain special reasons, it had never been passed down.
How could Su Yue possibly be using it?
And surpassing the original.
...
The watching teachers and students were merely shocked, but Li Duozhi was scared out of his wits, his soul practically flying out of his body.
Being shrouded by the Machine Gun Fist Cage was a feeling of pure despair.
For the first few dozen punches, Li Duozhi could barely manage to respond, but faced with the endless barrage of crazed fists that followed, he gradually lost all ability to resist, finally degenerating into a numb, unfeeling sandbag.
His entire body screamed with pain, his mind a blank.
Machine Gun Fist Cage.
How could Su Yue possibly have learned Machine Gun Fist Cage?
This was absolutely impossible.
Li Duozhi started doubting his own existence.
"Frog at the bottom of a well, pathetic. You really thought you were invincible?"
Su Yue gritted his teeth.
Earlier, while he was withstanding Li Duozhi’s bombardment, he used the Murong Technique he’d learned at the nursing home, straight up copying the Machine Gun Fist Cage once.
Unfortunately, the Murong Technique can only copy the battle technique; Su Yue couldn’t comprehend its roots.
Otherwise this would be a god-tier art for stealing techniques... what a pity.
Just like that, Su Yue stacked three auxiliary battle techniques, and even used Profound Ice Palm to drag down Li Duozhi’s speed.
In just a few seconds, Li Duozhi was already beaten up into the sky by Su Yue.
Suspended in midair, Li Duozhi was like a black plastic bag caught in a violent storm. Accompanied by squeals like a hog being slaughtered, his body twisted into all kinds of shapes, indescribably miserable.
Boom!
With a dull thud, he finally crashed back down.
Su Yue had thrown several hundred punches in total, and only when his Qi Blood ran dry did Li Duozhi finally fall.
There was no helping it—Su Yue couldn’t reach Li Duozhi’s more than two thousand punches.
Those auxiliary battle techniques had already drained a massive amount of Qi Blood. Being able to blast out several hundred punches was already his limit.
But it didn’t matter.
He won anyway.
"Li Duozhi, you swagger around like a bully, and I thought you were really something. Turns out you’re just relying on your fist technique to push around Martial Artists who don’t carry weapons.
"Your fists are just taking advantage of a loophole. Aside from upright teachers, who’s going to fight you fair and square? On the Wet Realm battlefield, will the other races go bare-handed and fight you fairly?
"You’re not strong. You’re just exploiting a bug in the rules!"
Su Yue took a deep breath.
He shoved both hands into his pockets, slowly walking up to Li Duozhi, and gave a scornful little laugh.
"Hmph, lots of parlor tricks—you’re just temporarily mimicking my technique. Let’s see how many times you can copy it."
Li Duozhi’s old face was swollen, uglier than a pig’s head.
Though he was covered in blood, he still stubbornly forced himself to his feet, glaring at Su Yue with a twisted expression.
When it came to guts and vicious brawling, Li Duozhi had never feared anyone. On the battlefield, he was equally famous for not being afraid of death.
Next, I’ll bite you to death.
"I know you can still fight, but with those injuries, how much longer can you hold on?"
Su Yue sneered, full of contempt.
"You’re just as drained of Qi Blood. If I bite you to death, that still counts."
Li Duozhi laughed like a halfwit, his smile uglier than a cry.
"Li Duozhi, you’re wrong.
"We’re not the same... Besides being young and able to fight, besides having several times more Qi nodes than you, I’ve also got something you don’t—Cash Power... heh heh!"
The whole place fell silent.
Under everyone’s eyes, Su Yue pulled out a handful of pills from his pocket.
Yeah.
They were the most expensive Fourth Grade Radiance Scripture Pills, earthy-yellow mist shimmering brilliantly in the sunlight.
Su Yue tossed back six or seven in a single gulp.
After that, a tiny breeze even swirled around his feet—that was the surge of rich Spiritual Qi, and at the same time, wave after wave of Qi Blood started recovering madly.
This scene made every teacher and student present swallow hard.
Radiance Scripture Pills.
Each one worth 2000 credits, a luxury-grade Fourth Grade Qi Blood Pill.
He’d swallowed about seven.
14,000 credits.
Converted to money, 1.4 million.
In a second-tier city, an 80-square-meter high-rise apartment just got swallowed.
Gulp!
Quite a few tutors at the academy couldn’t help but swallow.
Honestly, a lot of the tutors were at Fourth Grade, or even Fifth Grade strength.
But they’d never have the heart to waste pills like this.
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