Chapter 992 Suppression

At this moment, Tuhu was like a tiger with sharp claws and sharp teeth, already ready to pounce, ready to bite anyone.

But when Fang Bai faced this ferocious tiger, he remained calm and calm. He held the iron rod thrown by Liu Yehu with one hand and walked slowly around Tuhu, as if looking for the best opportunity to strike.

In the eyes of Huang Miao and others, Tu Hu had no flaws in his body. It was not easy for Fang Bai to attack him and seize the opportunity.

However, in Fang Bai's eyes, Tu Hu had flaws everywhere. As long as Fang Bai was willing, Tu Hu could fall with just one stick.

Of course, Fang Bai and Tu Hu had no grudges, so naturally they would not put Tu Hu to death.

In addition, Fang Bai didn't want to be too high-profile. If he and Tu Hu decided to win or lose with one blow, such an outcome would certainly make him famous in Bitao Martial Arts Academy, but what he would lose would be a peaceful and low-key life. With unfettered freedom, there will be an endless stream of disciples coming to visit him for advice, making it difficult for him to have his own personal space.

Since Tu Hu proposed to use fifty moves to determine the outcome, Fang Bai was prepared to fight him with fifty moves and "narrowly beat" Brother Tu at the last moment.

"Brother Tu, pay attention!"

Fang Bai circled Tu Hu a few times and suddenly shouted loudly. He swung the iron rod in his hand and swept it towards Tu Hu's waist.

His stick was carrying the strong and surging true energy, and it was so powerful that when he struck down with the stick, it had a force of several thousand kilograms. Tuhu didn't even dare to point his sword forward and swung out of the way.

Just by dodging, he lost the opportunity. He was forced to panic by Fang Bai's subsequent fierce attacks and was surrounded by dangers.

The iron rod used by Fang Bai was about two meters long. When it started to dance, a small storm seemed to blow up within a radius of three feet, covering both Fang Bai and Tu Hu.

The flowers and plants on the ground were lifted up from the ground by the fierce wind, swept into the air, and flew all over the sky.

Although Huang Miao and others were far away from Fang Bai and Tu Hu, they could still feel the strong wind blowing on their faces and their skin was aching.

"I didn't expect Junior Brother Fang to be so powerful! He is a real person without showing his face! I underestimated him too much before."

Huang Miao looked at Fang Bai, whose movements were as erratic as a ghost and whose attacks were as powerful as a storm. She couldn't help but murmur to herself, with a look of shock on her face.

"Junior Brother Fang will be able to join the ranks of core disciples after returning from training this time. Previously, Senior Brother Tu defeated Senior Brother Zhou Tongzhou, who was ranked eighth on the core disciples' combat power list. If Junior Brother Fang can defeat Senior Brother Tu, then he will be the best in the core disciple battle. The ranking on the power list will be higher!”

Hou Ziping's eyes shone and he said excitedly.

He and Fang Bai met earlier and had a good relationship. The higher Fang Bai's achievements in martial arts meant that he would have a stronger backer in the future. No one in Bitao Martial Arts Academy would dare to bully him.

"Brother Fang will definitely win this duel!"

Liu Liehu looked at the two people who were fighting fiercely and said with joy.

At this time, Fang Bai and Tu Hu's long knives and iron rods were constantly colliding in the air, making crisp metal collision sounds and bursting out clusters of dazzling sparks. In the blink of an eye, the two of them had exchanged more than a dozen moves.

From the moment the two of them fought, Fang Bai was always on the offensive side. His attacks were like wild waves, each wave stronger and faster than the last.

Tu Hu, on the other hand, fell into a passive defense from the beginning. Although he tried many times to reverse the situation, he always failed. He was suppressed by Fang Bai's rapid and fierce offensive and could not hold his head up. He was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood.

The two of them were faster than lightning. Even for a strong person like Huang Miao, it was difficult to tell which of the two in the duel was Fang Bai and which was Tu Hu with just a pair of naked eyes.

Liu Qingqing has innate spiritual roots and has practiced the martial arts taught by Fang Bai, so she and Fang Bai have a mutual resonance. Although she can't see Fang Bai's figure clearly, she can sense that Fang Bai's aura is getting stronger and stronger. The stronger he gets, the more he can steadily surpass Tu Hu, and the corners of his brows and eyes are already filled with joy.

"ah!"

"ah!"

"ah!"

…

Every time the long knife in Tu Hu's hand blocked Fang Bai's iron rod, he would let out a loud roar, as if to vent the pent-up emotions in his chest.

His roar carried the power of true energy, and it sounded like thunder. Huang Miao and others who were watching the battle in the distance felt their eardrums trembling, their energy and blood surging, and they had to use their true energy to resolve the impact of the sound waves.

In the past, Tu Hu had a great time fighting against others, no matter he won or lost, but this time he faced off against Fang Bai, making him feel extremely frustrated.

Because Fang Bai's combat power seemed to be slightly stronger than Tu Hu's, he kept suppressing Tu Hu, but Tu Hu tried his best to defend. Fang Bai would want to defeat him for a while, which was by no means an easy task.

But Tu Hu didn't seem to have much hope of counterattacking Fang Bai and winning the battle.

As a result, the duel between the two sides became a long-term fight.

Tu Hu had just said that if he could not defeat Fang Bai within fifty moves, even if he lost, the bodies of those silver lions with antelope horns would still belong to Huang Miao's team.

Originally, it was normal for warriors to win or lose in a duel, but what made Tu Hu depressed was that it would be fine if he lost to a direct disciple of the martial arts academy. If word spread to others, it would be an honor to lose.

But losing to Fang Bai, a disciple of the inner courtyard, if word spread, it might damage the reputation he established after defeating Zhou Tong, a core disciple of the martial arts academy.

"Senior Brother Tu, you have passed forty moves!"

When Tu Hu was gritting his teeth to resist Fang Bai's attack, suddenly a member of his team reminded him loudly.

"Forty moves?"

Tu Hu was startled, thinking that the fifty moves he and Fang Bai had agreed upon would determine victory or defeat. Now there were only ten moves left. Within these ten moves, if he couldn't get rid of the passive situation and counterattack Fang Bai, he would have to lead his team. The team members left here in despair.

"I can't lose this duel! No matter what, let's give it a try!"

A flash of light flashed across Tu Hu's eyes, and his expression showed determination.

"puff!"

A mouthful of essence and blood suddenly spurted out from Tu Hu's mouth, and then disappeared into the storm that swept through the duel between the two.

"This Tuhu, in order to defeat me, even left behind sequelae to stimulate his body's potential. He really fought hard!"

Fang Bai couldn't help but frown when he saw Tu Hu spurting out blood and essence.

But in this duel between the two sides, Tu Hu didn't want to lose, and Fang Bai didn't want to lose either.

Although Fang Bai did not look back, he knew that Huang Miao and others behind him must be paying attention to him and also had high hopes for him.

Because the outcome of this duel is related to the ownership of those antelope-horned silver lions, and obtaining the antlers of those antelope-horned silver lions can be exchanged for a large amount of cultivation resources.

Tu Hu and others coveted the antlers of those silver lions, so why didn't Huang Miao and others do the same?