At the moment he released his grip, Mu Rufeng's hands crossed momentarily, exerting a bit of effort.
Immediately, his opponent began to rotate midair like a spinning top.
When he landed, miraculously, he landed on his feet, and spun several circles on the ground before gradually coming to a stop.
The man opened his mouth and started to retch violently.
Luckily, there was no food in his stomach; otherwise, it would have been quite embarrassing if he had vomited.
"You are very skilled," Mu Rufeng said, bowing his hands.
The man paid no attention to Mu Rufeng but sat down on his bottom, his head still spinning, not yet recovered.
"Both sides, return to your teams. Next group."
Mu Rufeng immediately returned to his team.
And the dazed loser also recovered his senses. Though still dizzy, he was well enough to walk.
He stood up and walked towards the team, being guided into the loser's section.
Suddenly, Mu Rufeng noticed something and looked towards the high platform.
At that moment, Han Zhen's gaze was fixed on Mu Rufeng.
Mu Rufeng gave a smile to show friendliness.
Han Zhen saw this and his expression remained unchanged as he shifted his gaze away.
However, he chuckled inwardly: "This person is interesting. He defeated them without even using Qi Blood Power, and he should be among the top fifty."
In the school grounds, the competition continued.
Time also gradually passed, and the selection of the top fifty was completed again.
Han Zhen still had not let them eat or rest, and the competition continued.
Thus, time reached two o'clock in the afternoon.
"Brother, give me some face, let's spar a couple of moves before you take me down," a tall, thin man said with clasped hands on the platform.
"Fair enough," Mu Rufeng replied with a slight smile.
The tall and thin man immediately drew a soft whip from his waist and fiercely lashed it towards Mu Rufeng.
Mu Rufeng, seeing this, slightly tilted his head, easily dodging the whip strike. But the man flicked his wrist lightly, and the whip horizontally struck towards Mu Rufeng's shoulder.
Mu Rufeng could have dodged it, but after thinking it over, he did not move.
With a "snap!" sound.
The armor on Mu Rufeng's shoulder instantly shattered; such a hit would have created a crater in the ground.
However, hitting Mu Rufeng's shoulder didn't even change his expression.
"Such tough flesh," the man was shocked to see the skin on Mu Rufeng's shoulder remain unusually smooth without even a trace of a mark.
"Two moves have passed; now it's my turn," Mu Rufeng slowly said.
At that moment, the man reacted and shook the whip again trying to attack.
But in the next second, he only saw a blur, and then Mu Rufeng's figure abruptly appeared beside him.
Before he could react, his whole body swiftly shifted sideways and then was directly out of the ring, even fittingly sent straight to the loser's section.
With this move, Mu Rufeng even saved him the time to walk.
The man stabilized his stance and a bitter smile appeared on his face.
He had made it to the last round, obviously having defeated dozens of people; his strength was naturally not far off.
He had thought he could spar a few more moves with Mu Rufeng. His previous words were merely to lull Mu Rufeng.
But, unexpectedly, when he said two moves, it indeed ended after just two moves.
"How strong is his true strength?" the man stared intensely at Mu Rufeng.
"Winner, Mu Rufeng!" the referee shouted loudly.
Mu Rufeng nodded slightly to the referee, then with a light tap of his feet, he soared high, heading directly toward the high platform where Han Zhen was.
Of course, he didn't ostentatiously jump up in one go; separated by a good hundred meters, Mu Rufeng landed several times before reaching the platform.
"Greetings, General!" Mu Rufeng bowed his hands in greeting.
"Mm, very good. Join the ranks," Han Zhen patted Mu Rufeng on the shoulder, nodding with satisfaction.
"Yes, General!" Mu Rufeng immediately passed Han Zhen to the rear.
Over there, more than twenty people were standing, all the final winners from the group of hundred.
They had all won their respective matches faster than Mu Rufeng, arriving earlier at this spot.
Even though Mu Rufeng had instantly defeated his opponents with single strikes, the other people's duels were more time-consuming. Therefore, it took reaching more than twenty names to finish the battles.
Just as he joined the ranks, Mu Rufeng's stomach started grumbling.
Although he could persist, he really couldn't stop his stomach from protesting.
It seemed as if Mu Rufeng's stomach had given a signal, as the stomachs of the twenty or so people standing next began to growl as well.
Those standing here were all remarkable, having stood out from the hundred, possessing great strength.
Their Qi Blood Power was very vigorous, and as such, it indicated that they ate quite a bit, hence their quick hunger.
Han Zhen stood at the front, unflinchingly, probably having listened to the growling stomachs for quite a while.
These competing soldiers hadn't eaten, and neither had Han Zhen, who stood there the entire time.
"I'm so hungry, when do we eat?" a burly giant next to Mu Rufeng whispered.
"That might take a while; we may have to wait until our group of hundred finishes and the final ranking is decided before we eat," one man said.
"It shouldn't take that long, perhaps as soon as the hundred are gathered, we can eat. Otherwise, competing for the final rankings on an empty stomach would be somewhat underwhelming," Mu Rufeng spoke up.