Gao Wu: If this BOSS isn't nerfed, is it even playable?

Chapter 42 Why is your head so pointy?

Before long, the three top students who had been called by Sun Qian stood up, each with a different expression.

They are Wei Feng, Zhao Jin, and Xiong Qihong from Class 1, ranking from 12th to 10th in the grade.

Lin Ye stretched his wrists and stepped back onto the ring.

His first opponent was Wei Feng, who was ranked twelfth.

His weapon was also a knife. He had a well-proportioned figure and a calm demeanor, clearly showing that he was a balanced type of strength and speed, just like Lin Ye.

"Please advise."

Wei Feng clasped his hands in a fist salute, his eyes sharp.

Without further ado, Sun Qian announced the start.

The battle breaks out instantly!

Wei Feng moved like an arrow released from a bow, his battle blade drawing a sharp arc in the air, aiming straight for Lin Ye's face!
The wind howled, its force heavy and powerful!

Lin Ye's eyes remained calm. He shifted his feet and parried with his long staff, the tip of which struck the side of the opponent's blade with precision.

clang!
A crisp, metallic clang rang out.

A powerful force traveled along the blade, causing Wei Feng's arm to go numb. However, he reacted quickly, twisting his wrist to send the blade sliding down the stick and slashing horizontally towards Lin Ye's waist and abdomen!
Lin Ye also changed his move at lightning speed.

The stick is now held with both hands instead of one, and then used horizontally to block.

Lin Ye could clearly sense it as soon as they clashed.

The person in front of me is far superior to the previous two.

The two figures clashed rapidly on the arena, their blades and staffs flashing and creating a series of loud, explosive sounds.

Wei Feng's swordsmanship is expansive and powerful, combining speed and strength, with each strike carrying the decisiveness to cut through everything.

However, Lin Ye's staff technique was even more fluid and skillful, and he defended flawlessly against his opponent's fierce and relentless attacks.

"What a fast stick!"

"Wei Feng's quick-knife tactics didn't work!"

The students below the stage were dazzled. They realized that Lin Ye had not used the extreme offensive rhythm he had shown earlier.

When facing more aggressive opponents, he adopts a defensive counter-attacking strategy.

This kid from Class 7 is unleashing a furious barrage of attacks.

In terms of defense, it was also watertight.

Even a reckless man like Wei Feng, who only knows how to attack and not how to defend, couldn't find an opportunity or a weakness.

A prolonged offensive undoubtedly takes a huge toll on physical strength.

Wei Feng's explosive fighting style is characterized by a three-pronged approach.

If you've used up all your initial attacks, you'll instantly find yourself running out of steam.

Lin Ye finally found a weakness in him and turned defense into offense.

A heavy blow landed directly on Wei Feng's right shoulder.

Wei Feng winced in pain and quickly retreated.

Before he could regain his footing, Lin Ye had already arrived like a shadow, unleashing a continuous barrage of staff strikes, one after another, each strike precise and heavy.

But Wei Feng did not give up.

Even though defense wasn't his forte, he still managed to block most of the attacks.

Unfortunately, Lin Ye seized the opportunity.

He displayed an even more aggressive offensive rhythm than Wei Feng had just shown.

The students watching from the sidelines felt a chill run down their spines.

asphyxia!

It's so suffocating!

These guys from Class 7... they're really something!

In the end, Wei Feng's defense completely collapsed. Lin Ye swept him in the side with a stick, sending him flying and crashing off the stage. He struggled for a few moments but couldn't get up.

Lin Ye put away his staff and stood up, his chest rising and falling slightly, sweat beading on his forehead, and a red mark left on his arm from where the blade had grazed him.

He won, but he wasn't unscathed; he was quite exhausted.

"next."

Without giving Lin Ye much time to rest, Sun Qian immediately called the next person to the stage.

But there is still a ten-second interval.

Lin Ye had recovered most of his strength, and the second battle began.

Zhao Jin's weapon was very special; it was a nine-section whip.

With a flick of his wrist, Zhao Jin brought the nine-section whip, forged from steel, to life, like a venomous snake poised to strike.

The nine-section whip made a rustling sound, its tip cutting through the air, as it lashed out at Lin Ye's ankle from an extremely tricky angle.

Lin Ye's eyes narrowed, and he raised his foot to dodge.

The opponent's vital energy, refined through his cultivation technique, was far more solid than that of anyone Lin Ye had encountered before.

Each crack of the whip carries a powerful, penetrating gust of wind.

What's more troublesome is that the nine-section whip, being a soft weapon, has an unpredictable attack trajectory, and its power may not be as great as other weapons.

However, it is much more flexible and adaptable than other conventional weapons.

Zhao Jin's martial arts skills were clearly quite high; the steel whip in his hand sometimes thrust like a spear, and sometimes coiled like a soft whip. He delivered a solid "first-meeting kill" to Lin Ye.

For a moment, only the shadows of whips could be seen flying on the arena. Lin Ye was forced to keep dodging and weaving, and was occasionally hit by a few lashes, making him look somewhat disheveled.

"The speed advantage of the Class 7 kids has been limited!"

"Zhao Jin's nine-section whip is too effective against close combat. I've hardly ever seen anyone get the better of it!"

"Brother, stop talking nonsense. The Seventh Class uses sticks, which are already considered long weapons. How are those boxers supposed to survive?"

Just when everyone thought Lin Ye was going to be worn down to death, a glint flashed in Lin Ye's eyes, who had been passively dodging.

can not be like this.

I'm currently living in someone else's rhythm.

If you can't get close enough to get into your own rhythm, just keep dodging.

He can never win.

Just as Zhao Jin swung his whip towards Lin Ye's chest, Lin Ye neither dodged nor avoided the blow, taking the hit head-on!
puff! !

The steel whip struck Lin Ye, and even with protective gear, a bloody welt was still visible to the naked eye!
Lin Ye felt a sharp pain, but he used this brief opportunity to close the gap with his opponent.

Zhao Jin was greatly alarmed and hurriedly put away his whip to defend himself.

But Lin Ye was too fast!
Once Lin Ye gets close, the advantage of the nine-section whip disappears.

But Zhao Jin has a solid foundation.

Even when Lin Ye got close.

They still used steel whips to prevent any leaks.

For a time, Lin Ye was unable to obtain any substantial benefits.

Faced with such an opponent, Lin Ye finally revealed his last trump card.

Random stick attack!
Lin Ye's staff techniques became increasingly unpredictable and bizarre.

Zhao Jin's expression changed. He had just seen Lin Ye's stick, which was clearly meant to sweep his leg, but the next moment, it turned into a thrust.

He narrowly avoided Lin Ye's attack by taking a step back.

His next blow came.

It's that kind of rogue, unorthodox, and unpredictable style of fighting, trying to overpower the master with random punches.

This completely stumped Zhao Jin.

The textbook doesn't say what to do in this situation!
The balance of power in the battle finally began to tip in Lin Ye's favor.

More than ten minutes later, Zhao Jin's physical strength also reached its limit first.

Finally, just as Lin Ye was about to strike him on the head with his stick, he gave up.

"Huh...huh..."

Lin Ye leaned on a wooden stick with one hand, panting heavily, his whole body soaked in sweat.

His training clothes were torn and blood seeped out from the places where he had been whipped, and his face looked somewhat pale.

He won this battle by a narrow margin.

And it appears that it has already exhausted a great deal of resources and is at its last gasp.

However, Lin Ye's tired appearance was just an act for others.

If I don't act convincingly, people will really think I'm a monster.

Seeing Lin Ye almost completely exhausted, Sun Qian revealed a sinister smile.

He glanced at Chen Meng beside him.

Chen Meng, you still want to launch a three-pronged attack? Your arrogance will only lead to your students' crushing defeat!

"Xiong Qihong, it's your turn!"

Sun Qian didn't give Lin Ye any time to rest and immediately called the last person.

Lin Ye raised his head and looked down at his last opponent.

He was a giant man, over 2.2 meters tall, with bulging muscles all over his body, like an iron tower.

With a face full of fat and a bald head, he didn't look very smart.

His physique was even more robust than Chen Meng's.

Lin Ye was speechless.

Dude, how much medication did you use?

Xiong Qihong carried two huge machetes and walked onto the arena. With each step he took, the entire arena emitted a heavy thud.

"You! Admit defeat!"

"I don't want to bully small people!"

Xiong Qihong pointed his right battle axe at Lin Ye and spoke in a deep, gruff voice.

Lin Ye simply smiled faintly in the face of his opponent's provocation.

"Dude, what kind of dragon are you fighting? It's huge."

"And why is your head so pointy?"

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(End of this chapter)