C384 Luo fei

When everyone found out about the Spiritual Value Combat of Fatty Luo Fei and Han Lang, many of the first year students were shocked.

When he had first entered the Wind Spirit Academy, the Fatty Luo Fei was only a small fry. But now, four months had passed, he had actually grown to such an extent.

Han Lang was a student with pretty good strength among the second grade, and his entire body's strength could be considered comparable to a practitioner of Late Grandmaster Stage.

But Fatty Luo Fei was only a warrior at the peak of the Middle Grandmaster Stage. The difference between the two was huge, and many second year warriors did not think well of Fatty Luo Fei.

However, Han Lang's usual style of doing things made many second year students feel shameless. Although they were not optimistic about Fatty Luo Fei, they still hoped that the fatty could defeat Han Lang unexpectedly and humiliate him.

Of course, the third year students simply did not have time to pay attention to such small matters. They were all diligently cultivating, and if they were still not able to comprehend the Artistic Conception of Wind in half a year's time, they would graduate from the Wind Spirit Academy Outer Courtyard.

The Spiritual Value Combat that was spread widely in the outside world, but the main characters Ye Xingchen and Fatty Luo Fei were sleeping in their dorms.

This afternoon was the great battle between Fatty Luo Fei and Han Lang. In the entire morning, Fatty Luo Fei and Ye Xingchen were earnestly listening to the lecture, but the students of the third class were unable to listen seriously.

All of their gazes were focused on the fatty. Upon seeing his calm face, everyone sighed in admiration. This fatty really had a big heart.

Amidst the anxious waiting of the crowd, the day's worth of lessons finally ended. Many students stood up one after another, wanting to go to the Dueling Field to occupy a advantageous position.

"Fatty, let's go over as well." Ye Xingchen looked at the sleepy fatty and said loudly.

The fatty was woken up by Ye Xingchen, and the two of them walked out of the classroom towards the Dueling Field.

"Fatty, are you confident?" Walking on the road, Ye Xingchen asked softly.

"We'll see when the time comes." The fat guy didn't say anything either. He just said a few words in an obscure tone and then stopped talking.

Not long later, Ye Xingchen and Fatty Luo Fei arrived at the Dueling Field.

Although the class had just ended, there were still quite a few practitioners on the Dueling Field. Many older students from the second grade were present, as they wanted to see exactly which first grade freshman would dare to challenge Han Lang.

Most of the first grade students had already arrived, and the top ten students had also come. They all supported Fatty Luo Fei as he was one of the new students, after all.

"Fatty, you go up and wait." Seeing that Han Lang had not arrived, Ye Xingchen said in a low voice.

Fatty Luo Fei nodded. Then, under everyone's gaze, he walked into the Dueling Platform.

Ye Xingchen then walked to the side of Gongsun Zhi and the others.

Seeing the fatty walk up the Dueling Platform, all of the first grade students supported the Fatty Luo Fei, but the second grade students did not see it this way.

"When this fatty was only at Middle Grandmaster Stage, how could he have fought with Han Lang?"

"Could it be that this fatty is trying to attract attention?" But that's not right, this is the Spiritual Value Combat. "

"Although I know that Fatty can't beat Han Lang, I still hope for a miracle to happen. I really want to see the scene of Han Lang being beaten up."

Although they really hoped that Fatty Luo Fei would defeat Han Lang and humiliate him, their reasoning told them that the Fatty Luo Fei was not a match for Han Lang at all.

"Haha, why is Han Lang not here yet? You're not afraid of me, are you? " Fatty Luo Fei stood on top of the Dueling Platform and said while laughing loudly.

Hearing his voice, no one ridiculed the fatty, they were all laughing loudly, the fatty was too funny, at this critical moment, they all wanted to humiliate Han Lang.

"My Spiritual Value, why aren't they here yet?" The fat man continued to speak with an arrogant tone.

Until this moment, Han Lang had not come.

Even Ye Xingchen was slightly angered. Han Lang had purposely made Luo Fei wait for him, at the agreed time for the Spiritual Value Combat. Did Han Lang not know about it?

"Hmph …" Even Gongsun Zhi and the others snorted coldly, obviously disliking Han Lang's way of doing things.

Just as everyone was anxiously waiting, Han Lang finally appeared. He leapt into the air and directly skimmed over the Dueling Platform.

He glanced at the fatty and said coldly: "Dead Fat, do you really want to send me the Spiritual Value?"

"Hahaha, Han Lang, you truly have guts. I thought you were afraid of me, but didn't dare come." Fatty Luo Fei said coldly, his face carrying a trace of ridicule.

Being looked down upon by a first grade freshman was already enough to cause him to lose face. Han Lang didn't expect that this first grade freshman would humiliate him in front of so many people.

"Fatty, prepare your Spiritual Value. I'll beat you up until your parents can't recognize you." Han Lang said coldly.

After the Fatty Luo Fei heard Han Lang's words, he laughed and said: "Han Lang, you think that I would be afraid of you. Let me tell you, don't you want to know how powerful my sword technique is? Today, I shall use my sword techniques on you to let you know that not everyone is someone you can laugh at. "

After the fatty finished speaking, a longsword suddenly appeared in his hand. This longsword was very ordinary, but in the fatty's hand, there were traces of Spiritual Strength spilling out.

Standing below the Dueling Platform, Ye Xingchen and the rest also frowned. The fatty mainly trained in fist arts, which were extremely powerful, but had never seen him use the sword?

Could it be that the fatty was hiding his strength, and was even provoking Han Lang like this? Ye Xingchen guessed in his heart.

As expected, after seeing the fatty take out his sword, Han Lang sneered and said: "Hmph, even if you know sword techniques, you are still not my match. Brat, shine your eyes in the future and don't offend others."

Fatty Luo Fei did not speak, he responded to Han Lang with his actions.

Luo Fei instantly erupted with his own aura, the Spiritual Strength in his dantian surged, his entire body was faintly wrapped in the Spiritual Strength, and with his sword in hand, he moved, constantly waving about in the air.

"Sword Dance of the Thousand Autumn." Fatty Luo Fei shouted as he quickly waved the sword in his hand. Although it looked to be in disorder, it had a strange trajectory.

Seeing the fatty use his sword techniques, Han Lang snorted, holding onto the sword in his hand, he also used his own prideful sword technique, wanting to use his own sword technique to win against the fatty.

"Clear Sky Sword Technique." Han Lang bellowed, the sword in his hand continued to swing, slashing towards the fatty.

Han Lang believed that he had already reached a very high achievement in sword arts.

During the last sword arts exchange, the reason why he lost to Ye Xingchen was because they could not use the Spiritual Strength.

If he used the Spiritual Strength, Han Lang believed that he could defeat Ye Xingchen.

Han Lang's sword technique was extremely powerful, adding on to the fact that Han Lang had practiced this technique for eight years, it was already extremely profound.

When Ye Xingchen saw the Clear Sky Sword Art, he nodded his head. Han Lang might look like a playboy, but his sword skills were not bad.

However, when Ye Xingchen saw the fatty's sword technique, he was moved for the first time.

The sword technique that Fatty was using now was seemingly random and unorganized, but it actually had traces to be followed.

"How can this be? Dead Fat is actually hiding his strength? " At the scene, only Ye Xingchen was able to see Fatty's sword technique. This sword was extremely powerful, to the point where Ye Xingchen could even faintly feel a terrifying aura coming from Fatty's sword.

"Sword Dance of the Thousand Autumn?" Ye Xingchen muttered as he stared at the fatty.

"Dead Fat, you have no chance. I will defeat you in one move." Han Lang bellowed, he immediately unleashed the first sword form of the Proclamation of Azure Sky, instantly forming a Sword Light in the air. The moment the Sword Light appeared, it immediately attacked the fatty.

When Luo Fei saw this menacing Sword Light, without even a hint of fear, he raised his sword and welcomed it.

"Sword Dance of the Thousand Autumn."

Fatty shouted, and continued to use his sword to meet Han Lang's Sword Light head on.

"Boom …"

With a huge sound, the spirit energy around the Dueling Platform continued to dissipate, and dust was sent flying everywhere.

When the dust settled, everyone turned to look, only to be shocked to realize that Fatty Luo Fei and Han Lang were actually standing on top of the Dueling Platform.

It was only then that the crowd realized that Fatty Luo Fei's Clear Sky Sword Art, which was used to defend against Han Lang, had not been defeated.

"Oh my god, Luo Fei actually resisted the Clear Sky Sword Art head on, and was not defeated?"

"How is this possible? I have tried the power of the Clear Sky Sword Technique before, it is very strong. Even the Late Grandmaster Stage warriors do not dare to take it head-on."

"Could it be that Fatty's sword art is weird? No, that can't be right. His sword art is very ordinary."

When everyone saw that Fatty Luo Fei had broken through Han Lang's Proclamation of Azure Sky, they were all shocked.

Above the Dueling Platform, Han Lang's face was ashen as he looked at the Fatty Luo Fei, and said in a low voice: "Luo Fei, I admit that I have underestimated you, your sword art is very strong, but just now, I had only displayed the First Sword Style, following that, I will let you know the true might of the Proclamation of Azure Sky."

"Hmph, come at me." Fatty Luo Fei's face did not reveal any fear, and he shouted loudly.

Hearing that, Han Lang's wrist shook, the sword in his hand immediately waved, and an invisible wave immediately revolved around the sword.

"Azure Sky Second Sword." Han Lang bellowed, and immediately executed the Cyan Cloud Second Sword.

The Proclamation of Azure Sky had a total of three swords, Han Lang had only learned the Second Sword, under normal circumstances, he only needed the first sword to do it, there was no one else capable of forcing him to use the Second Sword.

At this moment, being forced into this state by a warrior whose realm was lower than his, Han Lang was completely enraged.

"Go to hell, fatty."

The longsword in Han Lang's hand floated in the air, while he tapped on the tip of his toes, and directly rushed towards Luo Fei.

Seeing the incoming attack, Fatty Luo Fei's figure flashed, and he instantly executed the Sword Dance of the Thousand Autumn. And at this time, a formless ripple emerged in the fatty's mind. This formless wave quickly enveloped the sword, and entered it.