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Everyone couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. They thought that Pu Dong was just being stubborn, but who knew that he still had the energy to retaliate!

However, Pu Dong's mouth was filled with anger ~

The dagger's attack speed was so fast that under the support of true essence, it directly stabbed into Pan Xing's right leg like a whirlwind!

"It hit!" Everyone cried out in alarm.

However, Pu Dong's expression didn't look too good. He knew that it was just Pan Xing's illusion. Damn it, this guy's reaction was fast.

Sure enough, the figure that was stabbed by Pu Dong's daggers slowly disappeared in the next second.

After failing his sneak attack, Pu Dong, who was lying on the ground, felt a chill in his heart. Since he was too passive while lying down, he immediately turned around and tried to stand up.

However, in that instant, Pu Dong felt a strong gust of wind whistle past his ear!

So fast!

He could only raise his arm to block upwards.

"Boom!"

A loud sound reverberated, and the entire red sandstone arena seemed to tremble a few times. Following that, there was a "kacha ~" sound, as if everyone could hear the sound of bones breaking.

Pu Dong immediately let out a groan and his face immediately became somewhat distorted.

Pan Xing's powerful kick had broken Pu Dong's arm!

The entire process happened in a flash of lightning, from Pan Xing's stomp, Pu Dong's counterattack, to Pan Xing's ghostly dodging, and then breaking Pu Dong's arms in the blink of an eye. The weaker martial artists in the surroundings weren't able to keep up with their movements.

This kind of battle made people's blood boil. However, Pu Dong's strength was limited, so he couldn't force Pan Xing to use too much strength. This caused people to feel some regret. At the same time, the surrounding freshmen looked at Pan Xing with fear.

Too strong, there was only a small gap between the 3rd and 3rd level of the Mortal Stage. Was a rank 5 martial arts talent really that strong?!

It seemed like the only people who could fight with Pan Xing were those who were at the third or third level of the Mortal Stage and who had performed quite well in the previous two stages, Ning Bang and Xu Shizhen. Unfortunately, Pan Xing and those two weren't on the same stage during the freshmen assessment.

Suddenly, Ling Yan's figure appeared in everyone's minds, and they shook their heads in slight hesitation. Although Ling Yan had comprehended fist wind, his cultivation base was still injured, not to mention that Pan Xing didn't even know what trump card he had.

In the crowd at the bottom of Arena Eight, Ning Bang and Xu Shizhen stood below the Arena as they watched Pan Xing on Arena Four. Their eyes were filled with a serious look.

Movement techniques were even more difficult to come by than martial arts. There were very few elementary human-step movements on the market, let alone intermediate human-step ones. Pan Xing wasn't a member of any powerful family. He must have had some sort of opportunity to learn an intermediate human-step movement technique.

The two of them only knew the beginner human-step movement techniques. When they encountered Pan Xing, they couldn't keep up with his speed and could only passively defend. How could they fight back?

In Stage Four, after Pan Xing broke Pu Dong's arms with a heavy stomp, he sneered and lowered his head. He looked at Pu Dong, who was drenched in cold sweat from the pain, and mocked him: "Kid, do you feel pain? Just scream out in pain, hur hur. Feeling my strength, am I so strong that it makes you tremble? "

"Ha ha your head, if you have any more strength, can you hold your ass back?!"

Pu Dong opened his blood-soaked mouth, baring his blood-red teeth as he coldly snorted at Pan Xing.

"Good, very good!" Pan Xing's expression instantly darkened as he said coldly, "Seeing how unyielding you are, I don't think you're going to admit defeat!"

"It's good that you know this. Young Master Dong …" "Poof ~"

Before Pu Dong could finish his sentence, Pan Xing viciously lifted his leg and stomped on Pu Dong's chest. Pu Dong immediately spat out a mouthful of blood!

"Are you still not adamant?" Pan Xing asked with a faint smile.

"Bah!"

What Pan Xing replied to was Pu Dong's bloody spit. Pan Xing quickly dodged it, but his body couldn't help but be splashed with blood.

Sh * t! This set of luxurious clothing was one that he loved the most. Pan Xing was instantly infuriated by the fact that it had been soiled just like that!