Full Awakening: One F is trash, three me

The bald boy was the first to step forward, "Then let's fight! I want to see just how strong the Yue family's genius really is!"

Before he could finish speaking, the bald man threw a punch, the wind of which whistled through the air.

Yang Han narrowed his eyes slightly. This punch... was quite powerful!

Yue Ming smiled, neither dodging nor flinching, and took the punch head-on.

Bang!

The fist slammed into his chest, and Yue Ming was instantly sent flying backward.

It crashed hard into the tree.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

"No...that's it?"

You talked so arrogantly before, I thought you were so strong, but you couldn't even withstand a single move?

At this moment, Yang Han noticed that everyone looked incredulous, except for the group of people who had followed Yue Ming out, whose eyes remained completely calm.

"Cough cough..."

Yue Ming dusted himself off, stood up again, grinned at the bald man, and said, "Not bad. What's your name?"

Someone in the crowd hesitated, then said, "Your strength is alright? One punch almost killed you. Can you stop pretending?"

"Wu Yuan".

The bald boy touched his smooth head, his eyes flickering slightly.

Others might not know, but he knew very well that he hadn't held back much force in that punch, yet Yue Ming simply patted himself and stood up again.

"Wu Yuan?"

Yue Ming glanced at his bald head, as if he had thought of something: "Interesting... Come on! Go all out, don't embarrass that guy!"

Wu Yuan's pupils contracted. You bastard, you're really annoying!

boom!

He threw another punch, showing no mercy; he wanted to teach this guy a lesson!

"good!"

Yue Ming laughed loudly and threw a punch to meet the attack.

Bang!

Their fists collided, and both men took a few steps back.

In the blink of an eye, the two figures clashed again, their fists landing squarely!

Yang Han watched the two fight and silently estimated their strength.

They're all okay, watchable.

He's one of the best in this group, probably with around 30 star veins of power.

At this moment, the two were fighting in the arena, and the people around them silently made way for them.

The main problem was that these two guys had fists that glowed with a bluish light, clearly indicating that they were using combat techniques, and the sound of explosions echoed throughout the arena.

The crowd calmed down and waited to see what would happen.

If Yue Ming can't even beat this little bald guy, then his previous boasts are nothing but a joke.

Bald Wu Yuan, on the other hand, was also very strong; at least most of the people present knew they couldn't beat him.

boom!

Wu Yuan attacked with both hands, his fists producing a booming sound.

Yue Ming used both fists and feet, each move and stance equally impressive.

For a moment, the fight between the two became evenly matched, with each throwing a punch back and forth.

The fist flashed, and the force flew everywhere.

Soon, both of them had some injuries on their bodies.

After another punch that split the opponent in two, Wu Yuan revealed a ruthless look:

"Yue Ming, if you can take this punch, I'll admit defeat!"

Wu Yuan roared, and the light from his fist intensified.

"OK!"

Undeterred, Yue Ming threw another punch.

Ok?

Yang Han narrowed his eyes; Yue Ming's punch...

Bang!

A deafening explosion erupted, sending dust billowing as the force of the blows scattered. This punch was clearly stronger than the previous one.

"Who's winning?"

"..."

Yang Han smiled. "The more you fight, the stronger you get... Is that what you mean?"

Soon, the smoke and dust in the arena dissipated.

The two figures came into view.

Upon seeing the state of the two people, everyone was shocked.

There were two people in the arena, one standing and one lying down. The one lying on the ground was none other than the bald Wu Yuan.

At this moment, Wu Yuan was spitting out blood and had lost his fighting ability.

"Cough cough... I lost."

Wu Yuan smiled bitterly, punched himself on the head, and then turned into white light and disappeared.

Yue Ming's smile remained unchanged: "Everyone, you'd better listen to my suggestion, otherwise it won't look good if you all get defeated one by one."

After saying that, he picked up the golden spear that he had just thrown aside.

"!!"

"He just killed Wu Yuan with his bare hands? Without even using a weapon?"

Everyone suddenly realized, as if from a dream, that Yue Ming... this guy really does have the right to be arrogant.

"Let's attack together! I don't believe he can beat all of us!"

"Let's get them, what are we afraid of with so many people here?"

Although they were indeed somewhat shocked just now, they were all geniuses after all, and their blood was boiling with excitement.

Yang Han smiled. He had no intention of making a move. Perhaps... this guy could give him a good fight!

boom!

The group that made the first move were the people who followed Yue Ming. This group had seen Yue Ming fight before, and now a group of more than thirty people attacked at the same time.

Amidst the clash of swords and the din of battle, everyone is giving it their all!

One of them looked around at the people still watching and shouted, "Attack together! The longer we drag this out, the stronger he will become. Only by killing him swiftly and decisively can we have any chance of winning!"

"He's Yue Ming. He's fearless and doesn't care about rankings. Don't you care either? Being in the top ten of Zhenxing Martial Arts University's freshmen isn't just an honor; it brings real benefits. If you hesitate now, you're essentially handing your position over to someone else!"

After hearing what he said, everyone realized he wasn't stupid. They exchanged glances and then took action.

Yang Han became interested. With so many people attacking at once, could this guy really withstand it?

A group of people rushed in from all directions, but Yue Ming swept his spear across, instantly sending a group flying.

However, there were too many people, and swords, clubs, and other weapons came flying out from behind.

Pfft!

Even though Yue Ming tried his best to resist, he was still cut in several places, and blood instantly stained his body.

Despite the pain, Yue Ming took a step to create distance, flicked his wrist, and thrust his spear out like a dragon, taking down several people with a single shot, as if skewering candied hawthorns.

"Hahaha! That's awesome!"

Yue Ming laughed loudly, blood flowing from his face into his mouth, staining his white teeth with streaks of blood.

Bang!

Several more people punched him from behind, sending him flying. The moment he landed, he spat out another mouthful of blood with a "pfft".

Then he flipped over and sprang up.

Without the slightest pause, the spear thrust out one after another, and with each thrust, someone was either instantly transformed into white light and ascended to heaven or was severely injured and collapsed to the ground.

He had countless wounds on his body, and his once handsome face was swollen and deformed. Despite this, he did not give up and fought even harder!

"Trap him, and kill him with a single blow!"

Five people suddenly appeared from all directions and grabbed his hands, legs, and head.

"Quickly! Kill him!"

Several examinees ahead attacked with all sorts of weapons, including longswords and scimitars, as if they were free.

Unable to move, Yue Ming bit down on the person holding his head, tearing away large chunks of flesh.

The man cried out in pain and immediately released his grip.

Yue Ming's head flipped strangely, and he bumped into the head of the examinee who was holding his right hand.

With a bang, blood splattered, and both men were bleeding profusely from head wounds.

"Pah... Hahaha!"

Yue Ming spat out the blood and flesh in his mouth and laughed maniacally.

Seize the opportunity and pull out your right hand to block your chest.

Puff puff!

Countless swords and blades were embedded directly into his arm, which shimmered with golden light, protecting his bones from being severed.

Despite the excruciating pain, he retaliated by punching the person holding his left hand on the head, causing the skull to explode in a flash of white light.

Immediately afterwards, he threw out two punches with both hands, successfully freeing his body.

Golden light emanated from his body; he seemed to feel no pain, only endless madness.