Han Mo was very fast, and before they could react, the fighting spirit of the Eight-Yuan Warrior spurted out and hit the nearest person.
The follower was shocked when he saw this, and hurriedly rolled on the spot, avoiding Han Mo's attack in embarrassment. However, before he could recover, Han Mo leaned close to him again, raised his knees suddenly, and moved towards the follower.
His head was blown away.
When the little follower saw this, his expression suddenly changed, and he put his hands in front of his face without thinking.
It's just that the force of Han Mo's blow was too great. Even if he blocked Han Mo's knees with both hands, he was still thrown away by the blow and fell directly onto the tree stump. Traces of blood flowed from his hair.
The person also fainted with his head tilted.
"Damn, this kid is too harsh." The remaining three people were about to rush forward, but they were stunned when they saw the scene in front of them, and began to feel fear in their hearts.
"Trash, they are all rubbish, I have to take action myself." Barton pointed at the remaining three people and cursed. After saying that, he took out a long iron rod from the ring and looked at Han Mo with sharp eyes.
He shouted loudly and rushed forward.
Han Mo looked at the angry Barton, hesitated for a moment, grabbed the tree stick beside him, and rushed forward.
"This kid is stupid, he actually used a wooden stick to fight." The remaining three people murmured in surprise.
Barton looked at Han Mo, who was charging forward, and then at the wooden stick in Han Mo's hand. A proud smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He thought that Han Mo actually rushed up with the stick, and the outcome was almost clear.
Set it.
"Drink." Barton jumped up, held the iron rod high and swung it down from top to bottom, bringing out a whistling wind along the way.
How could Han Mo use a tree stick to confront Barton head-on? He looked calmly at the iron rod swinging towards him, quickly twisted his body to the side, and swung the iron rod almost grazing Han Mo's face.
The iron rod hit the air and hit the ground hard, denting a large piece of the ground and stirring up dust several feet high.
Han Mo didn't hesitate at all. He took advantage of the opportunity left by Barton's attack, leaned up and whipped him, and without even thinking about it, he followed Barton's lead and threw it away.
Barton was also surprised by Han Mo's reaction and speed, but as an eight-element warrior, he had already initially mastered the essentials of a martial artist, which is to use his body to sense the four directions. Han Mo's movements were quickly noticed by Barton, and he put his hands on the ground.
, and dodged a somersault out of the battle circle.
Naturally, Han Mo would not give up this great opportunity. He clenched the branch with his right hand, and the fighting spirit of the eight-element warrior surged out again. This time, it was completely released. The abundant energy made Han Mo's right arm bulge.
Got blue veins.
I saw a branch that was slightly thinner than an arm cut directly through the sky and stabbed Barton's throat accurately. At such a speed, even a martial artist would have a hard time escaping under such circumstances.
Barton had just stood firm, and when he turned around and saw the tree sticks coming quickly, his face turned livid. At this time, he felt the breath of death. He firmly believed that if the sticks stabbed his throat, he would not be able to do anything.
Possibility of survival.
At this time, Han Ji had already settled all the people, and he was shocked when he saw Han Mo's actions. Although it was the other party who started the trouble, they were new here, and even the ambassador might not be able to protect them if they killed someone.
"Stop." Just as everyone was watching Han Mo's actions in horror, a loud shout broke into the fighting circle, shocking everyone.
Han Mo also frowned, hesitated for a moment, twisted his right hand, and the branch deviated a little, and the stick that was supposed to stab Barton in the throat instead stabbed into Barton's shoulder.
"Ah." As Barton screamed, blood suddenly spurted out from Barton's shoulder. Barton shouted and punched the branch, breaking it. He held the iron rod and tried to rush forward again.
"Barton!" A man stepped in front of Barton like a wind, pulled Barton over and shouted loudly.
"Moss, don't hold me back, I'm going to destroy this kid." Barton was startled when he saw the person coming, then pushed Moss and said angrily.
"Pa." Moss waved his hand and slapped Barton on the face. He said with a gloomy expression: "You want to die. This is Shura Academy, not your home. If you are messing around, I will report it to the dean."
Speaking of the dean, Barton suddenly became excited and looked at Han Mo with a gloomy look. After a while, he still shouted angrily: "Boy, it's best not to let me meet you again in the future."
"It's best not to let me see you in the future, otherwise... hmph, it will probably be the last time you see the light of day." Han Mo threw away the tree stick in his hand and said in a proud tone.
When Barton heard this, he was immediately furious. He pointed at Han Mo with an iron rod and cursed: "You *** say it again, I will... now..."
"Okay." Moss said angrily when he heard this, glanced at Han Mo, and said with some confusion: "You guys are very familiar, are you freshmen?"
Han Mo hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand to Moss and said, "Yes, we just entered the school today."
"You are so crazy just after entering the school. In the future, you will even beat the instructor." Moss's expression suddenly changed, and his eyes became gloomy.
Han Mo looked at Moss who suddenly changed his face and shook his head helplessly. Sure enough, this was the so-called old students bullying the new students. They all seemed to be the same thing.
"Brother, I think you have misunderstood." Han Ji chuckled and walked to Han Mo's side, looked at Moss with a flat look and said, "We just entered Shura Academy, so we should be bullied.
"
"Oh?" Moss frowned when he heard this. Yes, he is a freshman. If he is crazy, he will not be so arrogant that he will cause trouble for the old students. "Barton, tell me, are you bullying others again?"
Si said in a solemn tone.
Barton also seemed to be afraid of Moss. His eyes suddenly turned to the little follower who was still unconscious beside the big tree. He turned his head and said: "How could it be possible? Brother Moss, you see, my follower was almost beaten to death by this guy."
, This is obviously malicious harm to others, and according to the college rules, he should be detained for three months."
After hearing this, Moss looked towards where Barton was pointing, his pupils couldn't help but shrink, he looked at Han Mo and asked after hesitation: "Did you hit him?"
Han Mo did not flinch, nodded and said: "I hit the person, but we were not the ones who struck first."
Moss was still startled when he heard this. Although he knew it was Han Mo or Han Ji who hit him, he still couldn't help being surprised when he heard it. He asked with some doubts: "You must not be old, right? You can actually hit it almost."
The point of killing Patton."
Barton's expression changed after hearing this, and he hesitated and said: "Brother Moss, I just accidentally made a mistake and let this kid take advantage. If it happens again, I am sure to take him down within ten moves.
"Barton said and became eager to try. He was very worried about this failure and was not convinced at all.
"Okay, don't be embarrassed. If someone hadn't saved you just now, you would have died by now." Moss said angrily, then turned his eyes to Han Mo and Han Ji, and cupped his hands.
Said: "My dear Moss, I am 21 years old this year and a member of the Shura Academy guard team. Don't worry, two little brothers. If it is their fault, I will definitely punish them well."
Han Mo and Han Ji looked at each other. After a while, Han Mo nodded and said, "My name is Han Mo, I am 16 years old."
"What?" Moss was not surprised, but Barton shouted out in surprise. He snorted with some disbelief: "Don't fool your grandpa. You can have such strength at the age of sixteen. Although you have beautiful features, you probably already have
19 years old."
"We are really sixteen, believe it or not, it's up to you." Han Ji curled his lips and said.
"Sixteen years old?" Moss murmured in disbelief, but he was not stupid enough to say it like Barton. Then he cupped his hands to Han Mo and said, "I didn't expect the two little brothers to be so outstanding at such a young age.
With such strength, it’s no wonder that he was able to enter the academy before the freshman period. He really has some abilities.” Moss said polite words, but he didn’t know what he was thinking in his heart.