In the crowd, Fang Ping roared violently, and the Vajra Fist also exploded with great power. For those below the third-grade high level, one punch at a time, it would hit the target 100 times, and it would fly away after hitting it, and it would have no fighting power.

However, there were too many people to care about here but not over there. Soon, Fang Ping's entire face became swollen.

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After fighting for seven or eight minutes, Fang Ping knocked Yao Changyu away with his last punch. He straightened his back and gasped: "I win!"

The middle-aged man in military uniform frowned slightly and said calmly: "There are still more than 30 third-level warriors from our school who have not yet arrived..."

Fang Ping's face changed slightly and he said sarcastically: "Then I will recover my energy and blood and fight again!"

"What's the point of that? Don't you want to experience yourself?"

"I have reached the peak of the third level, and my fist power has been combined into one."

"snort!"

The middle-aged man in military uniform couldn't help but snorted. He looked at the third-level warrior who had been beaten by Fang Ping and fell to the ground, and frowned.

During the battle, Fang Ping combined his fist power and exhausted Chen Jiawang's energy and blood. No one behind him was his opponent.

Without Fang Ping recovering his energy and blood for the second time, he finally relied on his physical strength to defeat everyone. It has to be said that Yunmeng Military Academy was indeed a bit embarrassed this time.

Moreover, Fang Ping's fist power is now unified, even if Chen Jiawang recovers his energy and blood, he may not be his opponent.

Glancing at Fang Ping, the middle-aged man in military uniform hummed: "Go away, next time people from Mowu dare to come to Yunmeng, we will not show mercy!"

Fang Ping laughed dryly, said nothing, walked aside, pulled out his long knife and walked out.

When a middle-aged man in military uniform says he is merciful, he is putting money on his face.

But in the later stage, Fang Ping was indeed fulfilled.

At that time, Chen Jiawang and he were depleted of energy and blood, and they fought hand-to-hand, which did not help much in combining their fist strength. Yunmeng's people besieged him, which also created conditions for Fang Ping.

After recovering his energy and blood, and then using his fighting skills to fight, Fang Ping seized the opportunity and completed the integration of fist power.

Based on this, Fang Ping found it difficult to refute the other party's face.

You said you should be lenient, so be it.

Since he is not coming anyway, it is none of Fang Ping's business who will be the next Mowu. Fang Ping is too lazy to care about being beaten up by these half-dead Yunmeng students.

"I'm at the peak of the third level!"

A few hundred meters away from Yunmeng Military Academy, Fang Ping suddenly laughed.

At the first stop, more than half of my goal was accomplished.

Next, with the strength at the peak of the third level, he can challenge those warriors who are ranked higher. You must know that Chen Jiawang is only ranked 14th.

Except for Fang Ping, no one in the top ten is easy to mess with.

Just when Fang Ping was feeling proud, a passerby next to him, a small child, suddenly leaned timidly against his mother and whispered: "Mom, pig head!"

The child's mother glanced at Fang Ping and saw that he was holding a knife in his hand, with a look of timidity on his face. She hurriedly picked up the child and ran back.

Fang Ping was stunned for a moment, picked up the long sword, took a look at it through the reflection of the blade, and suddenly hummed: "Yunmeng Military Academy, wait until I come back in the fourth grade!"
Chapter completed!