Godly Conceited Son-in-law

Three forms in one move sounded easy, but few people in the entire world were capable of such a feat!    

Think about it, you punch out, you aim at the opponent's face, since the instant you punch out, the direction is already set, it's hard to change the direction in the middle, like from face-smacking to stomach-smacking.    

But Ye Ling Tian did it!    

Not only did he manage to do it, when he saw that his second attack failed, he was able to instantly change to third!    

It was the same knife!    

Taking out a blade once, changing the direction of attack three times, this is f * cking … What kind of reaction power was this!?    

Guan Yang was excited.    

It had been a long time since he had to face such an opponent. It was as if he had found the same feeling he had when he was fighting Mystic One in the mountains.    

The only difference was that a match with Xuan would only make him feel despair. On the other hand, this Ye Ling in front of him made him feel a sense of excitement.    

With regards to the stab towards his chest, Guan Yang had no way to defend against it. He could only choose to retreat and take a big step back.    

After barely avoiding the danger, Guan Yang secretly calculated in his heart.    

Three forms. Ye Ling had already used up all of his strength. If he wanted to strike again, he would have to retract his saber. The moment he retracted his saber, it would be his chance.    

Guan Yang had a strong grasp of the battleship. When he was at the Emperor's Hall, he was praised by everyone in the imperial team and even by Feng Tian.    

0.05 seconds. As long as he had 0.05 seconds, he would be able to strike back and pierce his opponent's throat!    

In a fight between experts, they were using sabers. Normally, there wouldn't be the kind of scenes where fights were occurring. Just a tiny gap in the air would be able to lock onto the winner.    

Thinking of this, Guan Yang had already made plans to instantly counterattack.    

But!    

Ye Ling Tian did not retract his saber!    

He did not take the knife!    

After the third form, there was no longer any gathering of energy. The blade in his hand was still raised forward, and with the help of the lower half of his body, he followed up to Guan Yang's chest like a shadow!    

"Muscle reflex blade technique!" Some of the spectating students cried out in surprise.    

"As expected of Ye Lingxiao's little brother. I estimate his muscle efficiency to have reached 90%. Maybe even higher." The other one agreed.    

"90% my ass, at least 95%!" One of them continued, "Muscle reflex knife skill, when the strength is unleashed, it can be used to borrow any muscle on the body. To put it bluntly, his arm is only a part of the blade right now, so he doesn't need to use any strength."    

"Monster …"    

It was a principle to follow up with a punch. After finishing the first punch, if you wanted to perform the second punch, you had to first withdraw your fist and recharge your strength.    

As for the so-called muscle reflex, after you make your first punch, there is no need to retract it. Your fist can always be raised up and follow your opponent, and no matter when you hit your opponent, your strength will be the same as when you first made that punch, or maybe even stronger!    

Because all the muscles in your body, with the help of the Vibratory Reflex principle, are constantly providing strength to your fists!    

To be able to grasp such a fighting technique was already the pinnacle of "flesh body" martial arts. If he continued to advance, he would have to break through the shackles of his body and find a way to step into the "Spirit Yuan" realm of martial arts.    

At this level, he would no longer be a mortal. He would be an old monster like those from the Celestial Sect of Wonders.    

For the current Guan Yang, this step was still a bit far, and he didn't have time to think about it. The most important thing was to solve this crisis.    

He could see that the blade tip in front of his chest was like a maggot attached to his bones, and the distance was shortening. If this went on, his heart would soon be pierced.    

In the nick of time, Guan Yang let out a roar and suddenly stopped moving.    

"Chi!"    

After a dull thud, Ye Ling immediately broke out in a cold sweat, hurriedly letting go and retreating backwards.    

His knife stabbed into Guan Yang's arm, and Guan Yang's knife stabbed three centimeters into his chest, just a little bit more and it would have pierced through a big artery!    

"Hu …" Ye Lingtian let out a long breath, sweating all the way to his neck.    

In that instant, he was only 1.5 mm away from death.    

If he hadn't let go in time, if he hadn't pulled back in time, if Guan Yang's sword hadn't gone 1.5 mm forward, his arteries would have ruptured and he would have died from a blood clot …    

And at such a critical moment, Guan Yang had crossed his arms to block the saber, not because he relied on his speed and courage.    

Only those who could block the "Muscle Reflex Saber Technique" would be able to do so. Under the circumstances where the saber's tip was trembling at high speed, an ordinary person's flesh and blood would be able to block it, which would only cause the muscles to collapse.    

Since Guan Yang was able to stop him, it meant that his muscles were also trembling.    

Gritting his teeth, he pulled out the blade at his chest and scolded: "Madman! Madman! "He's really f * cking crazy!"    

Guan Yang also pulled out the knife that pierced his arm, and replied: "Aren't you the same!? You could have retreated 3 seconds earlier, but you just wanted to win. Who are you blaming? "    

With a clang, Ye Ling threw the dagger to the ground, reaching out his hand to cover his chest as he said with a wry smile, "What is the utilization rate of your muscles?"    

Guan Yang didn't answer immediately. Instead, he asked, "What about you?"    

"96%."    

Guan Yang laughed: "Even so, you can't. I have 100%!"    

Ye Ling Tian: "…"    

This battle was obviously Guan Yang's victory. The instructor judged the outcome of this battle. In a situation where there was no death, the first thing he saw was the degree of injury on both sides and the second thing he saw was their remaining offensive capabilities.    

Just now when Ye Lingtian was retreating, he had actually admitted defeat. This was because if Guan Yang had taken advantage of his retreat to chase after him, he would have definitely taken his life.    

Guan Yang had only held back.    

Soon, the medical team from the academy came over to treat the two of them. Guan Yao, who had been watching the fight from the side, walked over and looked at Guan Yang's arm in pain.    

"Young master, does it hurt?"    

"It hurts." Guan Yang nodded his head and smiled evilly: "But if you kiss me, I won't hurt anymore."    

Guan Yao was a little bashful at first. After hesitating for a long time, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed Guan Yang on the mouth.    

After kissing her, she ran away shyly.    

The other instructors present had black lines all over their faces as they looked at Guan Yang with dissatisfaction.    

This new trainee female instructor had been sought after by everyone as soon as she entered the service. Let's put it this way, not a single male instructor was unmoved by her.    

Now that she had publicly kissed a student and was still a freshman, how could Guan Yang not be hated?    

Therefore, he quickly understood the terrifying consequences of provoking the jealousy of these instructors …    

However, before this, he had obtained some benefits.    

The first was to change the name of the board. Guan Yang had won first place in this battle. There were many benefits to getting this ranking. For example, in the following training sessions, he could have a small break. The academy would customize the training program according to his characteristics and send a few instructors to specifically serve him.    

Secondly, if Guan Yang defeated Ye Ling Tian, he could ask for something from Ye Ling.    

While wrapping the wound on his chest, Ye Ling asked with a dark expression, "What do you want?"    

Guan Yang raised an eyebrow and said, "I want your year's lemongrass."