Dashing Student-Chapter 620: Is This All You’re Capable Of?

He spun rapidly, simultaneously launching quick strikes with his hands, blocking each of Inobe Sanro's punches at incredible speed.

Each block was accompanied by a dull crashing sound, as if the collision of their power caused the surrounding air to tremble slightly.

Seeing his ultimate move being blocked by Chen Nan, Inobe Sanro couldn't help but feel a little flustered.

For the first time, a trace of fear appeared in his eyes, and sweat dripped down his cheeks from his forehead.

He hadn't expected Chen Nan's strength to be so formidable, to dispel his attacks so effortlessly.

Seizing the moment of Inobe Sanro's panic, Chen Nan suddenly launched a counterattack.

He leaned forward, his right fist like a cannonball, carrying immense power, and aimed at Inobe Sanro's chest.

This punch was incredibly fast and powerful, with a gust of wind that seemed to tear the air apart.

Inobe Sanro wanted to dodge, but his body was too slow to react in time.

He could only raise his arms, attempting to block Chen Nan's punch.

"Bang!"

A dull thud sounded!

Chen Nan's fist struck heavily against Inobe Sanro's arms.

Inobe Sanro only felt a tremendous force transmitted through his arms, causing him to lose his balance completely.

His body flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground and stirring up a cloud of dust.

The entire playground fell into silence, everyone stared at the scene, dumbfounded.

Inobe Sanro lay on the ground, his arms trembling slightly, his face pale as paper, and his eyes full of disbelief.

Chen Nan stood on the spot, slowly retracting his fist, still wearing that composed and calm smile.

He lightly patted the dust off his hands, as if he had just done something trivial.

"Junior, mighty!"

"Chen Nan junior is so handsome, truly has the demeanor of a master!"

"Damn, weren't they saying this guy from Japan was really strong? Why does he look so weak?"

"Could it be because Chen Nan's strength is too overpowering?"

The students from the Traditional Chinese Medicine Program discussed animatedly, with teasing smiles on their faces.

Inobe Sanro lay on the ground, his arms trembling slightly, his face pale as paper, and his eyes full of disbelief.

He never thought that he would be knocked flying by a single punch from Chen Nan in front of everyone.

This sense of humiliation burned in his heart like a raging fire, instantly igniting his inner anger and resentment.

"Impossible… How could I lose to you!" Inobe Sanro roared, his voice hoarse and frantic.

His eyes suddenly became fierce, like an enraged beast.

He suddenly rose from the ground, clenching his fists tightly, making audible cracking sounds.

Chen Nan still stood in place, his expression indifferent, as if he had anticipated Inobe Sanro's reaction.

He raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone calm, "Do you still want to continue?"

"I haven't lost to you yet!" Inobe Sanro roared, his voice booming like thunder across the playground.

His eyes were bloodshot, his face twisted with anger, making him look exceptionally terrifying.

He stomped the ground fiercely, causing it to tremble, and then charged at Chen Nan like a raging beast.

This time.

Inobe Sanro's attacks were even fiercer, and even more reckless.

His fists rained down on Chen Nan like a storm, each punch whistling through the air as if to tear Chen Nan apart.

His leg technique also became sharper, striking out with fierce wind noise, as if to rip through the air.

Facing Inobe Sanro's frenzied assault, Chen Nan's eyes flashed coldly, like a sharp star in the dark night.

He stomped his right foot hard, the solid concrete beneath him cracking with a spider-web-like fissure.

In an instant.

He shot forward like an arrow, cutting a straight, sharp path through the dense barrage of punches around him.

Inobe Sanro's incoming fist barely grazed Chen Nan's ear, the wind from it stinging his earlobe.

And at that critical moment.

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Chen Nan's left hand struck out like a venomous snake, seizing Inobe Sanro's wrist with precise accuracy.

The friction between his knuckles made a bone-chilling sound.

"Hmph, with your mediocre skills, you dare to call yourself a martial artist? You're like a frog at the bottom of a well!" Chen Nan sneered with confidence and disdain.

Before Inobe Sanro had a chance to react, Chen Nan's powerful punch, carrying the roar of dragons and the cries of tigers, crashed into Inobe Sanro's crossed arms.

"Boom!"

A thunderous roar echoed, as if a sudden burst of lightning, leaving the spectator's ears ringing in pain.

Inobe Sanro reeled back under the immense force.

Before he could steady himself, Chen Nan's fierce offensive was already upon him again.

Chen Nan's left knee struck Inobe Sanro's abdomen like a powerful cannonball!

"Baka!!"

Inobe Sanro's roar was filled with anger and unwillingness.

In a life-and-death moment.

He suddenly flung out a dagger hidden in his sleeve!

The cold light flashed like lightning, aiming straight for Chen Nan's throat.

Witnessing this scene.

Everyone held their breath, a sense of doom filling the air; no one expected Inobe Sanro to use a dagger.

This was no longer a mere contest!

This was an attempt to take Chen Nan's life!

In an instant.

The atmosphere turned dreadfully tense as everyone watched Chen Nan, not knowing if he could dodge the attack!

In the blink of an eye, Chen Nan instinctively turned sideways, dodging the fatal strike with extraordinary reflexes!

Simultaneously.

Chen Nan's sidekick, carried by a fierce wind, struck heavily at Inobe Sanro's waist and abdomen.

"Poof!"

Inobe Sanro spat out a mouthful of blood, mixed with bile, tracing a tragic and desperate arc in the air.

Staggering backwards, each step seemed as heavy as if he was dragging a thousand-pound weight.

Meanwhile, Chen Nan moved closer like a phantom.

His palms danced like butterflies among flowers, seemingly light and graceful yet full of hidden menace.

The edges of his palms hit Inobe Sanro's chest nine times in rapid succession, each strike as heavy and resonant as the beat of a drum.

"Is this... the Bone-penetrating Palm?"

One of the elderly professors in the crowd exclaimed in disbelief, his eyes gleaming with astonishment.