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"Die!"

Teng Mang laughed sinisterly as he transformed into a black afterimage with terrifying Power. He punched Qin Sheng's cephalo- and smashed Qin Sheng's dantian.

Power explosion, hands up, the angle is tricky, if it were a normal Low level fighter with two meridians, it would be impossible to react, a fist of cephalo- would blossom.

Teng Mang's eyes flickered with killing intent, he did not want to lose face, but as for striking out too heavily, killing Qin Sheng, and angering Qin Family?

Hehe, the Qin Family today, had long been unlike the Qin Family of ten or so years ago, who was at the height of the sun.

Furthermore, Qin Sheng, this idiot, had been punished by the President for a week.

If he was beaten to death by Teng Mang, he could only blame it on President Yun Lan.

"Rushing Thunder Fist, that is a low-grade Earth Scale martial arts, Teng Mang actually cultivated it to the Small Success Realm!" Zhao Ming's pupils contracted slightly as a hint of surprise flashed across the facial appearance.

As a Elite Student, he was very clear about how difficult it was to learn the Rushing Thunder Fist, and he was also able to cultivate it to the initial stage. Obviously, Zhao Ming had underestimated Teng Mang's talent.

All this while, Zhao Ming had also felt that whether it was the Soaring Serpent Gang or the Hidden Dragon Gang, they were just a motley crowd, and their background was far from comparable to their Zhao Family's.

"He who dares to cross the river like a fierce dragon, sure enough, does not have a good side." Zhao Ming thought.

Under the attentive gazes of countless people, Qin Sheng moved. As a Trainer, he was not able to use martial arts to resist, but running and resisting was still allowed.

Rumble …

With a thought from Qin Sheng, a black light flashed across his body. The original Skin s were immediately covered by a layer of black petrous skin, and a faint light began to circulate around them.

Bang!

Qin Sheng held his breath as the dantian took Teng Mang's punch head on. His ears vaguely heard the sound of thunder, which disappeared in a flash.

The burning hot elemental energy passed from Teng Mang's fist into Qin Sheng's obsidian skin, accompanied by a wave of electric current that made people feel numb.

Qin Sheng's pupils shrank slightly as he said in surprise: "Oh, you've practiced the Rushing Thunder Fist to the Initial Stage?"

"What a pity, the temperature is still a bit low."

There were some ripples on the fourth elemental pulse in his body, but he was still very far from completely opening it.

Qin Sheng's hand shot out like lightning, he immediately activated Dragon-Confining Hand, his palm flashing with rays of cyan light, like a iron forceps grabbing onto Teng Mang's fist.

"How is this possible?"

Teng Mang's eyes were wide opened, his mouth wide enough for a fist to be stuffed inside, his rough face revealed a terrifying expression.

He had already used the martial arts, and it was even a low level lower Earth Scale Rushing Thunder Fist, to the point where killing intent was already rising from his heart. He used all his strength, obviously not wanting to leave Qin Sheng alive.

But just now, his fist seemed to have struck a rock. It was extremely painful, and had become red and swollen.

He was the elite of the Inner court s, and if he were to be replaced with a elite class, he would directly be considered a genius of the Principal Student. Why did the fist that struck Outer court freshmen not only fail to shatter Qin Sheng, but also cause his own fist to become red and swollen?

Teng Mang was shocked and angry at the same time.

On top of the auditorium, Teng Yan stood up abruptly with a strange expression on his face. He was very familiar with his own Third Brother, so he obviously knew that Teng Mang had already used all his strength, yet Qin Sheng was still standing perfectly fine.