All of a sudden, the students of Bernabeu opened their mouths wide, while Tita and the rest of the team were dumbfounded. How did this happen?
No one had ever treated Wang Tong as a powerful fighter. Tita and Rumi had looked down on Wang Tong in the beginning because they thought he was a nobody, yet he hung out with Ma Xiaoru and the rest of the team all day long. It was obvious that he was trying to take advantage of Ma Xiaoru and the rest of the team. However, after witnessing Wang Tong's performance in Battlecraft Combat, everyone was convinced that Wang Tong was the best fighter in Ayrlarng. However, no one had expected Wang Tong to be so powerful in METAL Combat.
"Good lad, you do have some skills."
Wang Tong shrugged and said, "Not just a few moves, I will show you how powerful you are."
Apache laughed and swung his Zhanmadao without holding back. This was the style of a fighter, as long as he was sure that his opponent was a worthy opponent, he would use his full strength to kill his opponent.
However, Wang Tong didn't seem to have any intention of using his weapon. Instead, he swung his fists and used his GN Force to defend against Wang Tong's attack. Wang Ben knew that Wang Tong's fists were like weapons since he was once severely injured by Wang Tong.
Wang Tong's Zhanmadao collided with Hu Yangxuan, and he didn't seem to be at a disadvantage at all. But strangely, Apache was different from the last match, he took the initiative to attack.
Ma Xiaoru and the rest of the team knew what this meant.
Although they were strong, they were still lacking in experience. Wang Tong was good at hiding his strength, but Apache was a seasoned fighter who had been through a lot of battles.
Strike first to gain the advantage, and strike later to be controlled by the enemy. When one felt threatened, everyone wanted to take the initiative.
Five minutes, five crazy minutes. Both sides exchanged blows, neither giving way to the other. Apache displayed the true specialty of his martial art — speed.
He had an extraordinary attack speed. If Wang Ben's martial arts were characterized by strength, then Apache's was characterized by speed. He was able to surpass his opponent's movement speed and attack speed. The combination of these two was very powerful. The Zhanmadao in his hands was sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes light and sometimes heavy. There was nothing fancy about the moves, but the use of strength was quite complicated.
In the face of such a violent storm of slashes, Wang Tong actually withstood it!
It was obvious that Apache's attacks were methodical, and it was a perfect combination of actual combat and theoretical knowledge. On the other hand, Wang Tong's attacks seemed to be messy and random, but Wang Tong was able to counter Apache's attacks and defend in an orderly manner.
This wasn't a case of "no tactics wins over tactics". If tactics didn't work, then everyone would be a master fighter. It was a case of "no tactics wins over tactics", and it wasn't something that Wang Tong could understand at his age.
His chaotic and unconventional moves were always able to turn danger into safety, forcing Apache to stop its frenzied attacks.
Apache leaped into the air and swung his blade at Wang Tong. However, Wang Tong dodged in a strange arc. Wang Tong's attack had changed the minds of all the students.
Cainphas Curve Kick!
Wang Tong dodged Wang Tong's Zhanmadao and kicked at Apache's waist at the same time. It was a swift and violent maneuver, but Apache's terrifying explosive strength was put to use at this moment. Before Wang Tong's attack could land, Apache forcefully changed his direction and used his left hand to block Wang Tong's leg.
In an instant, the distance between them increased by seven to eight meters.
Both of them began to breathe slowly, a sign that they were ready for battle. Apparently, Apache had already regarded Wang Tong as a formidable opponent.
Although Wang Tong's attacks seemed to be messy, they were extremely vicious. Wang Tong's moves were indeed tricky, and all of them were aimed at Wang Tong's vital parts. Obviously, he was different from the others.
Apache spun his Zhanmadao in his hand like it was part of his body. "The audience can't wait any longer, so let's show them what a real battle is like."
"You talk too much, Senior." Wang Tong smirked.
Apache was startled, and then a playful smile appeared on his face. It was the first time he was teased by someone, and it didn't feel good at all!
Whoosh …
Apache activated his Zhanmadao.
Apache arrived in front of Wang Tong in a split second and landed a knee strike on Wang Tong. Wang Tong was sent flying by the impact. Apache grabbed Wang Tong in mid-air, flipped him around, and slammed him into the ground. Wang Tong would definitely be dead if he hit the ground, unless he was suffering from a headache.
Most importantly, Wang Tong's neck was still pinned by the Zhanmadao, and the battle would be over if Wang Tong was pulled down!
Student Apache was serious!
Bang …
It was over!
Almost everyone was shocked by Apache's brutal attack, which was beyond the level of a normal student. Wang Tong would definitely die in the face of a double attack.
This was the bloody murderous aura of the Apache, who had faced countless trials of death over the past year or so!
Faced with such a killing aura, a coward would probably be unable to move.
But …
Wang Tong's body broke free from the impact, and Apache was the one who was hit by Wang Tong, who was holding the ground with both of his hands. Obviously, Apache was the one who took the brunt of the impact.
Apache licked the blood off his Zhanmadao, and a cut appeared on Wang Tong's neck, and blood started to ooze out.
Everything happened in a split second.
Wang Tong dodged the fatal slash by biting the Zhanmadao with his teeth, and his body twisted in a strange way, causing Apache to fall to the ground.
Wang Tong wiped the blood off his neck. Normally, people would have cramps in their stomach and legs, but Wang Tong didn't seem to be affected at all.
Apache knew that he had met his match, and it wasn't because of the illusion that made his opponent fearless, but because in such a realistic situation, fear would be unstoppable, unless the opponent had no fear at all.
This guy was either born without fear, or he was a lunatic.
Wang Tong smelled his own blood, and he couldn't help but think that this guy shouldn't be like this.
Wang Tong's eyes turned red, and he suddenly moved!
This was the first time Wang Tong had initiated an attack, and he wasn't as fast as Apache. But what was this footwork? Why was the distance between each step so strange?
It was a visual illusion. Wang Tong's steps seemed big, but the distance between them wasn't as long as Apache's, and when his steps were small, it seemed like he had crossed a long distance.
The footwork of the four armies of the Anti-Human Alliance.
The elegant Butterfly Steps of the Ivantians, the ferocious Dash of the Martians, the dreamy Phantom Steps of the Kaedeians, and the Inch Step of the Earth Confederation!
Everything was within a certain range!
It seemed easy, but it would be too difficult for a student to do it in a real battle.
Whoosh …
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