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    Feeling the gaze like a poisonous snake, Fang Lang looked sideways and saw Ichimaru Gin and Aizen.

    "Why are you paying attention to my existence?" Fang Lang quickly withdrew his gaze and thought to himself: "By the way, I almost forgot Hinamori Tao, it should be her reason."

    After thinking about it, he didn¡¯t care too much. There was no grudge between them, and Aizen couldn¡¯t embarrass him now.

    " However, Ichimaru Gin's spiritual pressure is like a bone-piercing edge, sending chills up his skin.

    "This child's perception is so keen." Ichimaru Gin took back the overflowing spiritual pressure and said with a smile: "I understand why Captain Aizen is interested."

    "We're not sure yet. We'll wait until he shows up." Aizen said casually, then turned and left.

    Seeing this, Ichimaru Gin glanced at Fang Lang again and left.

    Today is the intra-class competition, not just one group per year, but all grade groups participated.

    There are one group per year, a total of thirty-two groups, each group has about thirty to forty people, and the total number is nearly one thousand.

    "Now let's announce the rules of the intra-class competition." Seeing everyone gathered, Mizukawa Tomoki said loudly: "Pairs of battles, the personnel arrangement of the battle is the same as the kendo class. The first group, Fang Lang and Mizukawa Yuko."

    Hearing this, Fang Lang was startled, and Mizukawa Yuko was also startled. He couldn't help but said: "Ah, my luck is so bad, how could I win this."

    "Don't say stupid things. This time is not just a kendo competition. Everything you have learned can be used in the competition." Mizukawa Tomoki scolded: "Stop talking nonsense and start quickly. Today we will decide who is the best in the class."  .¡±

    Hearing this, Mizukawa Yuko reluctantly walked onto the platform. Fang Lang shrugged helplessly and followed.

    "I'm offended." Fang Lang took out the Enchantress and said softly.

    "Since it's a competition, I won't give up easily!" Mizukawa Yuko gritted her teeth and did not draw her sword because she knew she could not win in kendo. Instead, she stretched out her right index finger and carved in the void while muttering: "Self-destruction"  Well, Rondanini¡¯s black dog, burn it completely and cut your own throat in one glance! The ninth path of binding"

    It turned out to be Binding Dao, and it was already at No. 9. Fang Lang did not dare to raise his eyebrows. He dodged and rushed towards the opponent quickly.

    Seeing Fang Lang rushing towards him, Mizukawa Yuko trembled and sang a little faster, but the platform was only so big, and before she finished singing, Fang Lang was already close.

    "The Nine Collapsing Wheels that Bind the Dao"

    A sword was pressed against Mizukawa Yuko's neck, making her look gloomy and helplessly sigh.

    The trajectory drawn by the finger in the void turned into red light. It was originally used to restrain the opponent, but at this time, it was still one second slower.

    "I admit defeat" Mizukawa Yuko gritted his teeth and said the No. 9 Binding Road slowly disappeared.

    Seeing this, Tomoki Mizukawa, who temporarily acted as the referee, announced, "The winner is Fang Lang. The next group takes the stage."

    Fang Lang took back the Enchantress and walked slowly down the platform, but he was very dissatisfied in his heart.

    The bound path is still a bit troublesome for him. If he is restrained, or if he is one second slower, he will be in trouble if he wants to win.

    "It seems that you have to improve your spiritual pressure first, otherwise, you will still be in trouble when you encounter a more advanced ghost."

    With this thought, Fang Lang immediately decided to suspend the upgrade of Enchantress, and instead used it to strengthen his own spiritual pressure. There were several ghost ways that could not be released because of insufficient spiritual pressure.

    The competition went very quickly. After all, it was just an intra-class competition for first-year students. However, in just one hour, the top eighteen were decided.

    Eighteenth and ninth, Fang Lang faced off against a boy, but the boy immediately admitted defeat. In the kendo class, Fang Lang had abused his opponent many times. At this time, in the competition, he had no confidence at all in the duel.

    It was almost noon, and only two people were left.

    "The finals are between Udo Kusano and Fang Lang." Tomoki Mizukawa announced the finalists.

    Many students showed expressions as if this was indeed the case. From the beginning, they felt that these two people would determine the outcome.

    After taking the stage, Uto Kusano sneered and said, "Don't think it will be the same as during the kendo class!"

    "Come on." Fang Lang thought for a while and had to say this.

    "You!" Kusano Uto was angry. This kind of words looking down from above was really irritating.

    Without saying anything else, he drew out his Zanpakut¨­ and rushed forward quickly. At the same time, a burst of spiritual pressure came naturally.Spread out naturally.

    In terms of spiritual pressure alone, it is much stronger than Fang Lang.

    Fang Lang raised his eyebrows, but in the end he still used a sword. He thought there would be some kind of ghost spell.

    He immediately stepped forward to resist the opponent's attack.

    "Hmph, a well-connected person like you, today I will let you understand what the gap is!" Kusano Righto smiled coldly, let go of the hilt of the sword with his left hand, and quickly traced a trajectory in the void, while quickly chanting: "Destroy yourself,  Rondanini¡¯s black dog, burn it completely at a glance, cut your own throat!¡±

    "What a fast singing speed." Fang Lang thought in surprise. Not only that, the opponent's sword was still attacking. "It's indeed a bit level."

    While thinking about it, he also stretched out his left hand and opened and closed his mouth slightly.

    At this moment, a gleam of light flashed in Kusano Udo's eyes, and he suddenly shouted: "The Nine Strikes of Binding Dao!"

    There was a pause as his fingers carved in the air, and in an instant, a red light ribbon flew and quickly tied up Fang Lang.

    His posture is fixed. He holds the sword in his right hand to resist the opponent's attack. His left hand stretches out a finger for some unknown reason.

    "Hahaha, did you see it? This is called a gap, idiot!" Kusano Uto laughed loudly, raised his sword high, and was about to cut it down.

    Fang Lang¡¯s expression remained as usual, and he whispered softly: ¡°The Fourth White Thunder that Breaks the Way!¡±

    The power of thunder and lightning suddenly sounded, and an electric current suddenly appeared at the tip of his left index finger. It turned into a laser and shot out suddenly. In an instant, it pierced Kusano Uto's shoulder and paralyzed the opponent's body!

    "What!?" Udo Kusano stared at Fang Lang with his eyes wide open, his body unable to move, "Youyou can actually break the path!? Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!" (Note  Please visit our website: www.hlnovel.com
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