Chapter 923: Chapter 696: The Terrifying Bald Veteran Ruffian
“When did it become your turn to discipline my disciple?”
The thickly muscled left arm of the shadowy figure slightly lifted, gripping a black fist wrapped in a leather glove in its palm.
Then a bold, rugged voice roared out mercilessly.
The crowd’s stunned gaze fell on the shadowy figure…
A shiny bald head gleamed brilliantly.
Beneath the bald head was a middle-aged man with a look of roguish charm.
At this moment, he was looking at the formidable “Scythe” with an extremely arrogant and cool posture.
“Who is this guy?”
This question simultaneously arose in the minds of all the onlookers.
However, there was a group of people who were exceptions!
They were the students who truly understood Ding Chuan’s Fighting Department.
Their eyes were far more dumbfounded than the others.
“Ruan…Ruan Xiongfei!”
In Zhang Shaotang’s heart, it felt as if a hundred thousand highland yaks had stampeded through.
“Why is it him!?”
The domineering and formidable presence of Ruan Xiongfei, it was something that only those who understood would find terrifyingly incomprehensible!
But why appear so abruptly at this point in time?
“Teacher…”
Mu Fan looked at that shiny back of the head, almost able to see his own reflection.
The familiar aura and cursing voice inexplicably warmed Mu Fan’s heart, and he respectfully said in a low voice.
The pair of green eyes of Scythe, filled with an eerie aura, stared fixedly at Ruan Xiongfei.
The opponent’s hand was even larger than his own, and more exaggeratedly…
His own fist felt as if it were embedded in concrete, unable to move an inch.
This suddenly appearing bald head possessed a strength that was incredibly intimidating!
“Who…are…you?”
Scythe slowly spoke, his tone filled with an inexplicable dread and a deeper, hidden rage.
You damn fool, what are you?
Scythe swore he would never forget this sentence in his lifetime.
No one has ever dared to speak to a formal member of the Nightfall Teaching Group like this.
Did this bald head not realize he was courting death?
“Are you deaf? He’s my disciple, I’m his teacher, do I need to explain further to you?”
With a sinister grin, Ruan Xiongfei’s left arm slowly pressed down.
Then the squeaking and cracking sounds instantly echoed in the corridor.
Everyone around gulped in sync, not daring to utter a single word more, because on Scythe’s originally chiseled face, veins were bulging, turning scarlet red.
Yet he could only let his arm be pressed lower bit by bit.
Boom!
A stone slab beneath his right foot instantly shattered.
This roguish bald man actually managed to forcefully push Scythe’s feet into the stone ground.
“I am the Dawn Academy’s—Scythe!”
The gray-haired man in the red coat finally burst into rage, and his entire body emitted the sound of cracking bones.
His left hand, still free, formed a fist, the thumb joint bending outward, the knuckle facing the bald man opposite him.
Then a cracking sound like a whip suddenly exploded in the air.
Scythe’s left arm swung out in a bizarre arc.
The red sleeve once again swept through the air, leaving a red scythe light track.
Crescent Slash—Red Moon!
Swoosh!
The experts focusing intensely on the scene, their pupils suddenly contracted.
Because they couldn’t see how this big bald man’s right hand moved into the air.
The suddenly appearing large hand was conspicuously aligned with the rapidly slashing red scythe.
A mocking smile appeared on Ruan Xiongfei’s face covered with horizontal flesh, then he suddenly smacked down with his right hand.
Slap!
A loud impact sound resonated, as the previously abrupt hand heavily smacked down.
Scythe only felt as if his left hand had been slammed by a mecha.
Even his shoulder bone made a creaking sound under the unbearable pressure.
Subsequently, Scythe’s left hand was also firmly gripped by Ruan Xiongfei’s right hand.
This bald-headed man, incredibly powerful and terrifyingly so, since his appearance, only took two moves.
Completely suppressed Scythe from the Nightfall Teaching Group.
And those muscle-bursting arms pressed Scythe to immobility!
Ignoring the struggle of the opponent, Ruan Xiongfei’s sneering face stared at Scythe, his rugged voice thunderous.
“In front of me…you dare to act rashly?”
“I don’t give a damn who you are!”
The arms restraining the opponent’s fists suddenly flung upward.
Under this unfathomable great force, Scythe’s arms were completely out of his control and got flung open.
And this time, the most shocked one was Mu Fan standing behind them.
Because, from this moment, Ruan Xiongfei’s speed was entirely beyond the limits of his vision.
Ruan Xiongfei, maintaining a high-raised hand stance, was frozen in the air.
While another afterimage suddenly flashed from the original position.
The ground inexplicably bore a gigantic pit over half a meter in diameter!
Amid countless fragments scattering, the third afterimage burst forth beyond the reach of the first two shadows, then an explosion of white mist.
Mu Fan only felt as if the air before him had been dispersed by this abruptly soaring forceful figure.
On Ruan Xiongfei’s third afterimage, at the elbow and shoulder, a visible white airflow emerged.
In the white mist, the black figure appeared.
The right foot mysteriously intruded among Scythe’s legs, and the increasingly brighter bald head came closer in the field of vision.
And then the giant shoulder that made his heart race appeared.
At the last moment, Scythe exerted all his strength, crossing his fingers in anger at his chest.
Crunch…
The sound of bones cracking echoed.
Boom!
The black figure stood firm.
The red windbreaker drew out a red gleaming trail in the air, then exploded into countless fragments, and the black figure within did not slow down, crashing straight through the giant tree!
The trunk of the giant osmanthus tree unexpectedly bore a humanoid hole.
A left foot in studded leather boots fiercely extended backward, then stepped down, splintering rocks to both sides.
A trench over fifteen meters long came to a halt at its end.
Under the torn red sleeve, two trembling arms were crossed at the front, with a visible depression in each palm.
A foot was deeply embedded in the roadbed nearly twenty centimeters behind.
Half of Scythe’s facial capillaries had burst, making him look like a blood-covered person at this moment.
In the Dawn Academy’s camp, the student who spoke earlier was trembling and covering his mouth.
That bald man only used one move…
Iron Mountain Lean.
A raise-hand move that countless fighters used as their opener.
And it blasted that gray-haired man, like a mecha giant scythe, through the entire osmanthus tree.
That bald head…
Is he still human?
“You dare utter one more word to me?”
Ruan Xiongfei shrugged his right shoulder, shamelessly spat a mouthful of saliva onto the ground.
“You…”
Under Scythe’s red windbreaker, a multitude of luminous tracks lit up.
Like a fully electrified mechanical man.
His eyes began to overflow with enormous fury.
The black trouser legs now resembled iron pillars thoroughly heated to their melting point.
Steaming hot air emerged around.
…
“Playing the fool with that arrogant act,”
As Ruan Xiongfei uttered the first word, his entire person had already turned into a dissipating afterimage.
At this moment, everyone around opened their mouths wide.
Each step three meters, each step an afterimage.
From striding forward to leaping into the air, then landing.
Nine afterimages simultaneously lingered within their retinas.
And then that big bald head, carrying an overwhelming ferocity, appeared in front of Scythe, his right foot violently stomped down.
Roar!
It sounded like the roar of an ancient saber-toothed tiger.
The whole circle of stone slabs outside the two of them simultaneously shattered.
The figures of both of them, at this moment, were completely engulfed by dust and smoke.