Dashing Student-Chapter 621, You Can’t Run Wild Here

"Professor Wang, what is this Bone-penetrating Palm that you just mentioned?" A student asked with curiosity, his eyes sparkling with the light of knowledge.

He had never seen Professor Wang so upset before and was filled with curiosity about this Cultivation Technique.

Professor Wang took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions. With a grave expression, he said, "The Bone-penetrating Palm is an extremely powerful Taoist Cultivation Technique. It is said that its power is immense, capable of striking a bull through a mountain."

He paused, his voice low and powerful, "And if it hits a person, even if they don't die, they will lose half their life at least!"

Upon hearing this.

The faces of everyone present changed dramatically, their eyes filled with shock and awe.

Clearly, they had not expected that Chen Nan would use such a domineering technique in his battle against Inobe Sanro.

Chen Nan was not a bloodthirsty person; he used the Bone-penetrating Palm mainly because the other party had gone too far.

If Inobe Sanro hadn't used a dagger, would he have resorted to such a technique?

Sato Kenichi and others looked extremely serious, not expecting Chen Nan's strength to be so terrifying.

But their eyes showed more anger.

Their gazes were filled with undisguised coldness, as if they wanted to tear Chen Nan to pieces!

"You forced me!" Inobe Sanro's seven orifices were bleeding, looking extremely miserable, but he continued to roar, burning the last bit of his life's potential.

He bit his tongue sharply, a mouthful of blood sprayed into his palm, and the veins all over his body bulged like earthworms.

His palms also emitted an eerie black aura, clearly using an extremely dangerous secret technique to stimulate his life's potential.

The next moment.

Inobe Sanro moved.

The ground under his feet cracked like a spider web under the impact of this powerful force, and the whole person shot out like a cannonball, charging towards Chen Nan with unstoppable momentum.

His eyes were full of madness and determination, as if he wanted to tear Chen Nan apart.

Chen Nan's eyes suddenly flashed with a golden light, like two brilliant suns burning in his eye sockets, and a whirlwind rose around him, forming an invisible barrier.

His figure stood as firm as Mount Tai, his voice resounding through the entire playground like a great bell, "Today, let you witness the martial arts of China!"

The sharp whistling of his fist tearing through the air instantly drowned out the audience's exclamations.

At the moment of collision with Inobe Sanro's eerie black palm strike, a loud bang rang out, as if heaven and earth were collapsing.

The airwaves swept the nearest spectators off their feet like surging tides, dust flying, covering the sky.

When the dust settled slowly, Inobe Sanro was seen kneeling in the cracked pit, his clothes in front completely shattered by the powerful force, and a clear palm print on his bronze skin.

His body spasmed, vomiting large mouthfuls of black blood, with fragments of internal organs in the blood froth, looking extremely miserable.

Chen Nan stood calmly three zhang away, his hands behind his back.

His hair was neat, not a single strand out of place, only a faint white mist rising from his fist, as if narrating the thrilling battle just now.

"Chinese martial arts, are they worthy of your attention now?" The young man's indifferent yet majestic voice resounded through the playground like a great bell.

The scene was dead silent.

After a brief silence, the playground erupted in thunderous cheers.

All the students from the Traditional Chinese Medicine department felt their blood boil.

Chen Nan's crushing of Inobe Sanro was already exhilarating, and his words "Chinese martial arts, are they worthy of your attention now" brought an inexplicable sense of power.

At this moment, Chen Nan's image in everyone's hearts had undergone an earth-shattering change, like an insurmountable mountain.

Especially the aura he exuded, which gave people a mysterious feeling, like an immortal descended to the mortal world!

"Puff!" Inobe Sanro vomited fresh blood, his eyes closed, and he collapsed to the ground, his life or death unknown.

"Baka!"

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Sato Kenichi and others' faces changed drastically, their expressions full of anger as they rushed forward, their eyes burning with undisguisable fury.

Sato Kenichi pointed at Chen Nan, his voice sharp and piercing, "Chen Nan, you must give us an explanation today!"

Another Japanese exchange student also roared, "That's right, it was supposed to be a friendly match, but you seriously injured Inobe. If you don't give us a reasonable explanation today, we will file a protest with the embassy!"

Their voices were full of anger and threats, as if they wanted to completely crush Chen Nan.

The Inobe Family's influence in Japan was terrifying. If this matter escalated, the consequences would be unimaginable.

However, Chen Nan remained indifferent as if their threats were just passing winds.

"Go to hell!" Zhang Wei stormed forward, eyes bulging, like an enraged lion.

He showed no fear of Sato Kenichi's icy gaze and exclaimed loudly, "Do you also know it's supposed to be a friendly match?"

"If so, then why did Inobe Sanro use a dagger to attack?"

"Is your Bushido spirit all about stabbing people in the back?"

Another senior male student also stepped forward, his fists creaking as he glared at them, "Right, you didn't adhere to the agreement first and now you blame us. Do you think we are easy to bully?"

"Do you think this is the China of a hundred years ago?"

"Crush them!" Someone in the crowd shouted, instantly igniting everyone's anger.

"I've had enough of them! A bunch of arrogant idiots!" A burly student pushed through the crowd, standing at the front, eyes blazing with anger.

Meanwhile, more students surged forward, surrounding Sato Kenichi and the others.

Everyone's eyes were filled with anger, as if wanting to swallow these Japanese exchange students whole.

The air was thick with a tension that felt ready to explode at any moment.

As descendants of the Yan and Huang Emperors, their veins flowed with unyielding blood, never forgetting the nation's deep-seated grievances.

Now, the Japanese exchange students' blame-shifting behavior had completely ignited their anger.

China was no longer the weak nation of a century ago, but a powerful country standing at the top of the world!

What did they have to fear?

"A hundred years ago, our ancestors defeated you with their flesh and blood! Today, we can still make you beg for mercy!" A girl's voice was sharp but full of strength.

Sato Kenichi and the others were stunned by this sudden momentum, their faces turned pale, and cold sweat appeared on their foreheads.

They instinctively took a few steps back, but the crowd behind them left no room for retreat.

At this moment, the Dean of the Traditional Chinese Medicine department pushed through the crowd and walked forward steadily.

He wore a crisp suit, his expression stern, and his gaze swept over Sato Kenichi and the others like ice, his voice deep and powerful, "I will explain this matter to your school leaders."

"If you have any objections, you can file a protest with the embassy."

His tone carried an undeniable authority, "But before that, remember, this is the land of China, and we will not allow you to run wild here!"

As his words fell, the audience erupted in deafening cheers!