The Ultimate Borer

"What a unique martial art!"

Wang Dadong was amazed watching from the side. Even he couldn't think of a way to break Fang Mu's moves because every move he made was like a trick. He could attack even from the most tricky angles.

"It's not so much that it's peculiar, it's more that his moves are rogue."

Wang Arthur's face was solemn. He admitted that he had indeed underestimated Fang Mu. Fang Mu attacked with both hands at the same time. The attack of his left hand was unpredictable, like claws, fists, digging and scooping... The iron flute in his right hand was powerful and heavy, and it made a whirring sound when it was swung, forcing Ding Xiaoyu to be unable to use her right hand to support her left hand.

"boom!"

Fang Mu crossed his hands behind Wu Shui, and the powerful force of his fists pushed him back several meters. The back of his hands that were holding Wu Shui were already red.

"As expected of you, Xiaoyu, your punches are truly deadly!"

Although it seemed that Fang Mu had the upper hand, only Fang Mu, who was in the game, knew that he did not gain much advantage.

Ding Xiaoyu's left fist was extremely powerful. As the saying goes, one force can break all defenses. No matter how Fang Mu's moves changed, he would be forced back by his punches.

If Fang Mu had not used Wu Shui to block Ding Xiaoyu's right arm, he would have been defeated long ago.

The right fist is 10 times more powerful than the left fist. Even if Ding Xiaoyu suffered skin injuries and consumed a lot of physical strength, he still had a combat power index of 6000 points at least, and his "tortoise shell shield" could not withstand it anyway.

"This is my last punch. If you catch it, you win the fight!"

Just when Fang Mu thought Ding Xiaoyu was about to unleash a storm of punches, Ding Xiaoyu stood still and said this.

Fang Mu was on high alert and nodded. Even if it was an attack of 6 points, so what? Was he going to give up and beg for mercy from Ding Xiaoyu?

No, I, Fang Mu, also have my own pride. Even if I am torn to pieces, even if I am beaten to pieces and lose all my martial arts skills, if I lose, I can only blame myself for not being as skilled as others. The worst that can happen is that I can start over again. If you want me to give in and surrender, don't even think about it!

"bring it on!"

Fang Mu was filled with a burning desire to fight. His combat power index, which had been declining due to physical exhaustion, soared to its peak in an instant, and the dirty black water in his hand also made a whirring sound.

"Do you also feel my determination?"

Fang Mu looked at the shaking Wu Shui in his hand. He was very happy that his weapon and he had the same courage to face strong enemies.

"Be careful! I'm going to punch you!"

Ding Xiaoyu nodded, and her combat power index reached its peak.

"I didn't expect this guy to be so tough!"

Wang Dadong was also excited watching from the side, and his impression of Fang Mu seemed to have changed a little.

"Although I still hate him, he is indeed worthy of admiration!"

Wang Arthur also made a rare positive comment on Fang Mu, but his brows were still furrowed.

"It's just that—Xiaoyu's punch might be hard for him to take!"

……

The momentum of the two people on the field continued to collide, and layers of dust were raised from the ground. Fang Mu used his strength and played "Tears of Parting" with all his might.

"What's going on? Why do I suddenly miss my mother?"

As Wang Dadong listened to the music, his eyes gradually turned red and he wiped his tears with an exaggerated expression.

"It's the sound of his flute!"

As soon as Wang Yase saw Fang Mu playing the iron flute, he immediately used his skills to protect his ears to avoid being affected by the sound of the flute. However, Wang Dadong was not on guard and was affected by the sound of the flute.

"So that's how it is, wow~ It feels very similar to Xiu and the others' music, but the effect isn't as strong!"

Wang Dadong took a handkerchief and kept wiping the corners of his eyes.

"build?"

Wang Arthur became interested in this strange name.

"A friend of mine plays in a band and is really good at playing guitar. I'll introduce him to you someday!"

After Wang Yase's reminder, Wang Dadong also used his fighting power to protect his ears and isolate himself from the influence of the flute sound.

……

Seeing Ding Xiaoyu gradually approaching and his aura becoming stronger and stronger, Fang Mu knew that he was about to launch the final attack.

He immediately stopped his movements, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and at the same time exerted all his strength.

"Turtle Shield"!

"ah--!"

Ding Xiaoyu unleashed a thunderous punch.

"boom!"

There was a loud collision, smoke and dust rose up, and a figure retreated repeatedly, retreating more than ten meters.

The outcome is decided!

When the smoke cleared, Fang Mu was the only one left on the field.

"How can this be?"

Fang Mu looked at Ding Xiaoyu in the distance in surprise. The attack on the "Turtle Shell Shield" just now was indeed very fierce, but the combat power index definitely did not exceed 1 points, so it was borne by the "Turtle Shell Shield" which could withstand a combat power index 1000 points higher than its own.

Looking at Ding Xiaoyu's trembling left hand, Fang Mu finally understood: the other party finally held back.

"As expected of a master who can wipe out four gangs in one night, you win this challenge!"

Ding Xiaoyu supported his left hand with his right hand and gasped for breath. It was obvious that the full-strength attack just now had consumed him quite a bit.

"I didn't win because you didn't give it your all!"

Fang Mu shook his head. Ding Xiaoyu's full-strength attack with his left hand had a combat power index of only 8600 points at best. If he had used his right hand, Fang Mu should have admitted defeat now.

"Indeed, I still have a trump card that I haven't used yet."

Ding Xiaoyu was sweating profusely. If Wang Dadong and Wang Yase hadn't supported him, he would have collapsed on the ground due to exhaustion.

"But we're just sparring, right? There's no need to fight to the death."

Ding Xiaoyu's words made Fang Mu fall into deep thought.

"Also, I can sense that this isn't your full strength, is it?"

Ding Xiaoyu forced a gentle smile—this was the first time Fang Mutou had ever felt kindness from someone. Perhaps it was precisely because he was such a gentle person that he had been able to dispel the anger of Wang Dadong and Wang Yase with the simple sound of the piano. (The fight at the gym)

"In that case, let's just call this a draw between the two of us!"

Fang Mu also said cheerfully that since the other party had given him enough face, he should also give the other party a way out.

"Wuhu——"

Wang Dadong laughed strangely and raised his hands excitedly, but forgot that one of his hands was still holding Ding Xiaoyu, almost causing her to fall. He quickly withdrew his hands and continued to support her.

"That's perfect. Hey, classmate Fang, I didn't expect you to be such a nice person. As the saying goes, there's no friendship without fighting. So we can still be good classmates in the future!"

With the help of Ding Xiaoyu's body blocking him, Wang Dadong pushed Wang Arthur with his hand on Xiaoyu's back, asking him to put away his ugly face.

"That's right, let's put aside all our past grudges and just be good classmates!"

Wang Arthur sighed and said helplessly, not knowing whether it was because he missed the opportunity to take revenge on Fang Mu, or because he was speechless because of Wang Dadong's little trick.

"In that case, see you later! By the way, could you please ask the teacher for leave for the three of us this afternoon? Teacher Tian Xin is at work today, and I'm afraid she'll know I skipped class!"

Before leaving, Wang Dadong and Wang Yase supported Ding Xiaoyu, turned to Fang Mu and said, making a "please, please" gesture.

After receiving Fang Mu's affirmative nod, the three of them left happily...

On his way back to the classroom alone, Fang Mu kept thinking about the battle just now and pondering his shortcomings and deficiencies. These combat experiences can make him stronger the next time he fights with others.

Moreover, fighting is indeed the fastest way for martial artists to improve. Fang Mu has already felt that the bottleneck of his combat power index has shown signs of loosening. If he intensifies his training tonight, he might even have a small breakthrough.