The rapidly spinning short stick brushed against Mu Fan's chest.
Mu Fan's body was drawn like a taut bow, his arm along with the short stick transformed into an arrow charged to its limit.
His eyes coldly fixed on the menacingly approaching dragon of wind.
"One!"
The first syllable slipped from Mu Fan's mouth as his chest suddenly caved inward, narrowly avoiding the terrifying Stick Dragon and calmly observing the long stick that scoured his chest. Then, his gaze lifted indifferently...
Did he dodge?
Some sharp-eyed students had this question flash through their minds, but...
"Two!"
Mu Fan's right arm, stretched to its limit, suddenly thrust forward heavily!
The rotation far surpassed Di Xiu's Wind Roll as it surged in front of Mu Fan's right hand, the bits of hair on his forehead lofting high at that moment!
