17: Chapter 17: Martial Arts Competition 3

Sun Qiang's fist whistled through the air, carrying a fierce gust of wind!

With a force of six hundred catties, it was enough to send a person weighing over a hundred catties flying!

Han Ming stood in place, motionless, as if he had been scared silly.

"Han Ming is finished! Could he have been scared silly?"

"After taking this punch, he'll have to lie in bed for at least half a month!"

Among the onlookers, many began to show expressions of schadenfreude.

The original Han Ming had been too high-profile at school and was even more arrogant, so many people didn't like him.

Just as Sun Qiang's fist was less than three inches from Han Ming's chest, Han Ming moved.

His right hand raised like lightning, fingers spread open.

"Snap!"

A crisp sound rang out.

Sun Qiang's fist was steadily caught in Han Ming's palm; the violent force on the fist vanished without a trace, like a clay ox entering the sea!

The sneer on Sun Qiang's face froze instantly.

He exerted force suddenly, wanting to pull his fist back, but discovered it was held as if by iron pincers, not moving a single inch!

"You…!"

Sun Qiang widened his eyes, looking at Han Ming in disbelief.

How is this possible?

His own two hundred and twenty-five points of Qi and Blood, plus the Minor Achievement stage of the Wild Bull Fist, were just caught by him with one hand?

"Use more force." A playful arc curled at the corner of Han Ming's mouth. "Did you not eat?"

Sun Qiang's face flushed red, and his other fist smashed fiercely toward Han Ming's face!

Han Ming blocked it casually.

"Bang!"

Sun Qiang felt as if his fist had smashed into an iron plate, and a piercing pain shot through his finger bones.

Before he could react, Han Ming twisted the wrist that he was gripping.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound of bone breaking rang out.

"Ah!"

Sun Qiang let out a scream like a slaughtered pig, and his entire body was flung aside by Han Ming, flying four or five meters like a broken sack before crashing heavily onto the ground, rolling around while clutching his wrist.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Everyone widened their eyes, looking at this scene in disbelief.

Sun Qiang, with two hundred and twenty-five Qi and Blood and a Yellow Rank low-grade Martial Skill at Minor Achievement, was actually caught with one hand by Han Ming, had his wrist twisted, and was flung away just like that?

The whole process was clean, neat, and fluid.

"W-what the f*ck?"

"Is this f*cking three hundred and eight Qi and Blood?"

"Can three hundred and eight Qi and Blood catch a fist weighing nearly eight hundred catties with one hand? Who are you trying to fool!"

"Yeah! I thought Han Ming was just a piece of trash, I didn't expect him to hide so deeply."

Exclamations arose one after another.

Wang Chong and a few of Han Ming's lackeys were so excited they jumped up and shouted, "Young Master Han is awesome! Young Master Han is awesome!"

Su Wanning stared blankly at Han Ming, her beautiful eyes also filled with shock.

She remembered very clearly that half a month ago, Han Ming's Qi and Blood value was clearly only over one hundred points, and his combat power was mediocre; he couldn't even take a single move from her.

How many days has it been?

Lin Fan stood at the back of the team, his gaze falling on Han Ming, his eyes narrowing slightly.

He felt that since the Rebirth, Han Ming had changed quite a bit; he not only gave him one million, just to have him call him Master.

Now his strength was even more unfathomable; this was something that hadn't happened in his previous life.

Could he also be a person who experienced Rebirth?

Lin Fan couldn't help but think in confusion.

Soon, Sun Qiang was carried away, still screaming before he left.

Teacher Li Jian swallowed a mouthful of saliva; the way he looked at Han Ming had changed.

This f*cking isn't some playboy; this is clearly a ruthless person playing the pig to eat the tiger!

"Ahem… is there anyone else who wants to challenge?"

Teacher Li Jian coughed lightly and asked, scanning the crowd in the class.

Everyone lowered their heads in unison; no one dared to make eye contact with him.

Challenge Lin Fan? That's courting death.

Challenge Han Ming? Sun Qiang is the outcome.

Challenge Su Wanning? She has three hundred and ninety-six, and the background of the Su Family Martial Arts Hall; she's not someone to be trifled with either.

As for Wang Ziwen and Zhou Xiaomeng, some people did think about it, but after thinking about Chen Feng and Sun Qiang who challenged earlier, they decided to forget it!

In case they got injured during the challenge, that wouldn't be good. In another month, it would be the Martial Dao College Entrance Exam; delaying their Cultivate would be a loss that outweighed the gain.

"No one wants to challenge, right? Alright, then the top five of Class 3 are officially confirmed!"

Teacher Li Jian announced immediately.

Lin Fan, Su Wanning, Han Ming, Wang Ziwen, and Zhou Xiaomeng, the five of them stood in a row.

Wang Ziwen stood in the fourth position, his expression somewhat unpleasant.

He was originally the strongest in Class 3 besides Su Wanning, but now that he had been overshadowed by Lin Fan and Han Ming, it would be strange if he felt comfortable.

But no matter how uncomfortable he was, he had to endure it.

He couldn't beat either of those two guys.

Zhou Xiaomeng stood in the fifth position; at one meter eighty tall and weighing over three hundred catties, standing there, she looked like a small hill.

Seeing her, Han Ming felt timid and silently moved to the side.

This girl used to be a great beauty, not worse than Su Wanning; in his memories, the original owner had even pursued her!

As a result, after her Awakening, in less than half a year, she became like this. Who knows what kind of talent she Awakened; it's too terrifying.

The top five of Class 3 were set in stone.

Meanwhile, the selections for other classes were also underway.

Over in Class 1, Zhou Hao took first place without any suspense. He stood at the very front of the team, enjoying the cheers of the surrounding classmates, but his gaze drifted from time to time toward Class 3, falling on Lin Fan.

"Five hundred and eighty-seven…" Zhou Hao narrowed his eyes, a cold sneer curling at the corner of his mouth. "What's the use of high Qi and Blood? Real combat isn't won just by relying on Qi and Blood. Don't let me run into you in the elimination round later."

In Class 2, Zhao Feng was first. He had a lean build, eyes sharp as an eagle, and a B-grade Earth Guardian talent; his defensive power was basically invincible among his peers.

Upon hearing Lin Fan's results, he just glanced at it indifferently and said nothing.

In Class 4, Liu Yun was first. A girl with a ponytail, she had a C-grade Wood Element Talent, and her combat style was strange and varied.

Class 5, Class 6, Class 7, and Class 8 also successively determined their top five.

At 3:20 PM, the list of the top forty was officially released.

On the playground, forty students stood in four rows, surrounded by people watching the excitement. Lower-grade students squeezed onto the corridors, standing on tiptoes looking down, chattering and discussing non-stop.

Everyone was guessing who could take first place in the competition.

On the rostrum, Principal Wang Yang wore a smile, his gaze sweeping over the forty people, finally falling on Lin Fan, his eyes full of gratification.

Beside him, the representatives from No. 1 High School and No. 2 High School whispered to each other.

"That Lin Fan really has some substance."

"High Qi and Blood, strong in real combat too; he's a good seedling."

"It's a pity he's from No. 3 High School; if only he were from our No. 1 High School."

Xie Yunpeng sat on a chair, narrowing his eyes as he looked at Lin Fan, a faint, indiscernible smile on his lips.

Five hundred and eighty-seven, indeed not bad.

But that's about it.

He, Xie Yunpeng, had five hundred and fifty-three Qi and Blood, plus a Yellow Rank High Grade Martial Skill at Minor Achievement, and combat experience cultivated since childhood.

If they really fought, Lin Fan might not be his match.

Liu Qingqing also looked at Lin Fan, a flash of curiosity appearing in her beautiful eyes. An ordinary student from No. 3 High School suddenly popping up with five hundred and eighty-seven Qi and Blood was indeed surprising.

But that was just a surprise, nothing more.

"Next, let the drawing of lots begin!"

The director of the Academic Affairs Office shouted into the microphone.

Staff members brought up a box containing forty numbered plaques, from number one to number forty.

Number one against number forty, number two against number thirty-nine, number three against number thirty-eight, and so on.

The forty students went up one by one to draw lots.

Lin Fan drew number seven.

Han Ming drew number twenty-three.

Su Wanning drew number fifteen.

Zhou Hao drew number three.

Zhao Feng drew number twelve.

Liu Yun drew number nineteen.

After the drawing was finished, the director of the Academic Affairs Office picked up the microphone again, his voice spreading throughout the venue via the loudspeaker:

"The top forty elimination tournament, begin now!"

"Ten battle platforms will proceed simultaneously! The winners advance to the top twenty, the losers are eliminated!"

"Judges for each battle platform, take your positions!"

"Contestants, please proceed to your corresponding battle platforms according to your numbers!"

As soon as the words fell, the entire playground instantly boiled over.

The areas around the ten battle platforms were quickly crowded with people; cheers, shouts, and discussions intertwined into one.

On battle platform number three, Zhou Hao was the first to take the stage. His opponent was a student from Class 8 with a Qi and Blood value of two hundred and thirty-one; seeing Zhou Hao, his legs went soft.

"Begin!"

Zhou Hao stepped forward and threw a punch.

The opponent didn't even have time to react before being blasted off the battle platform.

"Zhou Hao wins! Advances to the top twenty!"

Cheers rang out, and Zhou Hao walked off the stage with his head held high, his gaze sweeping intentionally or unintentionally toward Lin Fan's direction.