Just like that, Xia Ming was punched in the right side of his face.
But it wasn't Wang Ling who had punched him, but Xia Ming himself.
The fist techniques of cultivators were extensible. In other words, at the same time the fist was punched out, the spirit energy molecules attached to the fist could drive a portion of the air, causing the invisible air and spirit energy molecules to combine, thus forming an invisible "fist membrane" around the fist. The thickness of the fist membrane could be thick or thin, and it mainly depended on the control and grasp of the cultivator's own spirit energy.
Thus, when Xia Ming's punch was secretly guided by Wang Ling, it was already too late for him to control it, and the punch accurately hit Xia Ming's own face.
Wang Ling's extremely misleading body technique was just like a Tai Chi pushing hand, which effortlessly dispelled Xia Ming's punch.
But this kind of body technique looked a little baffling; in the eyes of the real bigwigs like Gu Shunzhi, it looked like a god, but in the eyes of ordinary people, it looked more like a mistake caused by Wang Ling dodging in a panic.
To put it bluntly, most of the people here felt that Wang Ling's luck had given him the upper hand in this duel.
"As expected of our school's mascot, his luck is too good!"
"That's right, Xia Ming's Chaotic Flowing Water Fist Technique is famous for being chaotic and fast. If he doesn't practice it well, it'll be like he's sacrificing himself to hurt the enemy."
…
"…" Listening to the discussions around him, Xia Ming couldn't help falling silent.
What the f * * k was hurting himself to hurt the enemy … it was clearly this kid in front of him …
As an opponent, no one had a more intuitive feeling than Xia Ming. While Gu Shunzhi and the others had already seen through the mystery of Wang Ling's body technique, most of the people present were still in the dark. Only Xia Ming was left to face Wang Ling's strange body technique alone …
He didn't want to admit that a person whose grades were always in the middle of the pack could actually beat him in body technique, so he could only silently swallow his frustration.
At this point in the fight, Xia Ming actually already felt that the outcome of this fight was already decided.
Wang Ling's body technique was so strange that Xia Ming couldn't use his fist technique at all. Furthermore, the other party was deliberately guiding Xia Ming's punches like he was doing Tai Chi, and as they fought, Xia Ming was injured by several of his own punches.
A few minutes later, Xia Ming was punched again and sent flying.
This was the eleventh time Xia Ming had been punched and sent flying.
In the beginning, Xia Ming also thought that there might be something wrong with his fist technique, so he changed his punches several times to attack Wang Ling. But it turned out that this had nothing to do with his fist technique at all!
It was to the extent that Xia Ming didn't even plan to use his fist technique in the end! He directly pounced on Wang Ling and began to unleash a series of violent blows without any regard for the rules!
This kind of arrogant attitude, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, caused everyone present to be horrified.
In the principal's office, Principal Chen, Director Shi, and a few physical education teachers were also watching the battle.
"Principal, what kind of fist technique is this …" a PE teacher asked in shock.
"Bastard Fist," Headmaster Chen replied.
"Tortoise fist? What kind of punch is this? "
"When you were young, did you fight with the kids next door over toys?"
"Yes … I did …"
"Back then, you fought with your tortoise fists."
"…"
"The so-called tortoise fist is a casual fighting style that doesn't focus on any kind of technique. There's a saying that random fists can kill an old master; that's how the story came about. "Headmaster Chen sighed.
"Then Classmate Wang Ling's body technique is the same?"
"That's right, this is the tortoise body technique … Moving at will is the highest realm of body techniques. It's all about luck. "Headmaster Chen sighed emotionally at Wang Ling's luck.
All the teachers: "…"
…
As Headmaster Chen said, Xia Ming's tortoise fist technique didn't have any palm techniques; it was actually just the most ordinary random fists. But using random fists without using spirit energy would consume a lot of physical strength. After a few sets of random fists, Xia Ming felt that his physical strength had already reached its limit.
On the other hand, Wang Ling had been dodging with his body technique from beginning to end, looking completely at ease …
Seeing Xia Ming's hateful gaze, Wang Ling finally realized the importance of acting.
Indeed, he had been acting a little too much. After fighting for so long, even if he wasn't panting, his face should have been a little red.
Thus, Wang Ling adjusted his skin tone to make himself a little smoky. In passing, he opened his sweat glands and did his best to force a few drops of sweat to roll down his cheeks as he pretended to be very tired.
Wang Ling wouldn't feel tired even if he fought like this for several hundred years. But in the end, Xia Ming was still an ordinary cultivator (compared to Wang Ling), and there was no way his physical strength could be limitless.
Even if he had a natural advantage in terms of spirit root, there were still certain limitations.
Wang Ling secretly opened his King's Eye and looked at Xia Ming's stamina bar. This was Wang Ling's Big Data Spell, which could display some of the values he wanted to see in the form of a horizontal bar graph. For example, his current qi and blood points, his current spirit energy points, his stamina points and so on …
Xia Ming's stamina points had already reached their limit, and he was only a hair's breadth away from completely collapsing.
Wang Ling took a deep breath and calculated when Xia Ming's next punch would be launched.
Thus, as Xia Ming roared and charged at him, Wang Ling's brain instantly started working at top speed. He captured each of Xia Ming's movements, and in the end, broke them down and read them into his brain for simulation calculations. He had to accurately calculate the speed of Xia Ming's punches, the time it would take for him to charge over, and the time it would take for him to use up the last of his stamina points before he fell to the ground.
For the last punch, Wang Ling didn't intend to use his body movements to guide Xia Ming's punches. After all, Xia Ming had already been badly beaten up. His cheeks were swollen like walnuts, and even his nostrils were full of blood.
Everyone couldn't stop sighing at this scene.
Earlier, some of them had even discussed going forward to mediate if either side was beaten to the point of bleeding …
But in this situation, none of the students were able to persuade him at all!
Xia Ming was the one who had punched him!
Xia Ming was the one who had injured himself!
Every punch had landed on his own face!
How the f * * k were they supposed to persuade him?!
Wang Ling had chosen a very tricky angle for Xia Ming's last punch. From this angle, it looked like Xia Ming's punch had hit Wang Ling, but in fact hadn't hit him at all.
After this punch, Xia Ming finally fell to the ground as his stamina ran out.
Wang Ling had calculated his chance, and followed Xia Ming to the ground and lay on the side …
Now, Wang Ling suddenly understood how difficult it had been for those old men and women in Peiyuan district to blackmail people back then.
Faking an accident was truly an "art" that required acting skills …
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