Second student

"Wu Xinxin's registration form is here. If you have the ability, you can get it yourself." Zhang Yu took out the registration form signed by Wu Xinxin from his arms, held it in his hand and raised it, the corner of his mouth was slightly raised, he felt like a villain in a TV series of his previous life.

Hearing this, Wu Mo raised his eyebrows: "Are you sure you want me to take it myself?"

Wang Tao also smiled: "Such a trivial matter, for the young master, wouldn't it be easy to seize it?"

Wang Tao has no doubts about Wu Mo's strength.

Zhang Yu stared at Wu Mo with a half-smile, "Why, don't dare?"

"Excuse me then!"

Wu Mo made a gesture of invitation, and just after his voice fell, his whole person was like an arrow from a string, and with a 'whoosh', it turned into an afterimage and rushed towards Zhang Yu.

As the son of the patriarch of the Wu family in the Desolate City, Wu Mo is definitely the best among the young generation in the Desolate City. Among his peers, there are very few who are qualified to play against him.

In the eyes of everyone, he is one of the most outstanding geniuses in the Desolate City, and he is the object of pursuit and obsession by countless girls!

After all, his family background is extraordinary, and he himself is outstanding, it is difficult not to be liked.

At this time, Wu Mo has absolute confidence in his heart that he will get the registration form without hurting Zhang Yu!

But when he approached Zhang Yu three feet, he only felt a flower in front of him, and Zhang Yu in front of him disappeared: "How is it possible!"

Before he could react, he sensed a sharp wind breaking behind him, and an aura that made him feel in danger.

Not far away, Wu Xinxin's shout also rang out: "Brother, be careful!"

"Young master, be careful!" Wang Tao was also startled and exclaimed loudly.

Wu Mo didn't have time to dodge at all, and could only rely on his fighting instinct to hurriedly turn around and slap a palm behind him: "Prajñā Palm!"

At the same time, Wu Mo's cultivation technique and martial arts were completely exposed under Zhang Yu's eyes.

[Cultivation Technique: Flowing Cloud (Spiritual Tier Low grade, 10 layers in total, up to Vortex early stage realm, average 32 errors per layer]

[Martial Arts: Prajna Palm (Mortal Tier High Grade, 488 errors)]

"As expected of the first genius in the Desolate City, his reaction speed is not bad." Zhang Yu had a hint of admiration in his eyes.

Although he admired Wu Mo, Zhang Yu didn't hesitate.

In a instant—

"peng!"

"ka-cha!"

Zhang Yu generally avoided Wu Mo's palm by teleporting. The mysterious spiritual energy condensed in his fist and smashed it on Wu Mo's shoulder. In order to avoid accidentally killing Wu Mo, Zhang Yu restrained 90% of his strength at the critical moment. In this way, Wu Mo was still in the middle of a huge crashing and the sound of bones cracking, as if being hit by a train, and was abruptly smashed and flew out, like a kite with a broken string, flying in mid-air, flying freely. …

"Boom!"

After a breath, Wu Mo fell to the ground and rolled a few times before stopping.

"pū."

Wu Mo spurted a mouthful of red blood, and his face became extremely pale.

"Young Master...Young Master lost."

Wang Tao looked at Wu Mo in shock and couldn't believe it.

"Brother!" Wu Xinxin exclaimed and ran over, crying bitterly, "Brother, don't scare me. Brother, are you alright?!"

Awoken by Wu Xinxin's voice, Wang Tao came to his senses, and then hurried over to check Wu Mo's injury.

After a while, Wang Tao breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, although the bones are cracked, but not broken. As long as the injury is well healed, there will be no hidden injuries."

This is a blessing in misfortune.

But Wang Tao was even more shocked: "How much power does it take to smash the bones of an Open Revolving 6th-layer powerhouse with one punch?"

Fearful, Wang Tao's gaze towards Zhang Yu was full of fear!

In his impression, there are only a handful of people who can easily do this in such a huge Desolate City.

However, Wang Tao could never have imagined that Zhang Yu, who was extremely powerful in his eyes, was only strong on the outside, but resisted the feeling of weakness coming from his body, and stood on the spot pretending like it was nothing, so no one could see anything unusual.

Zhang Yu felt helpless in his heart. After just one or two breaths of battle, his spiritual energy in his body had already bottomed out.

If Wu Mo continued to fight with his injured body, then he could only hurriedly kneel.

I saw Zhang Yu licking his lips, showing a indescribable look: "How is it, are you still fighting?"

Under Zhang Yu's gaze, Wu Mo took a deep breath, endured the burning pain from his shoulders, stood up with difficulty, and looked at Zhang Yu with great fear.

He was very unwilling, but he knew better that the gap between himself and Zhang Yu was too great, and if he continued to fight, he would only lose even worse.

This time it was an injury, and the next time, it might not be as simple as an injury.

After a long silence, Wu Mo lowered his head in pain and said, "I lost!"

When he uttered these words, Wu Mo felt a deep sense of frustration in his heart. He had never lost against his peers. Even the other two geniuses who were as famous as him would at most tied with him, and can't hurt him with a punch like Zhang Yu.

His pride, his honor, was completely destroyed in the battle of just one or two breaths, leaving nothing left.

Zhang Yu smiled lightly: "Very good, you are very wise!" With his acting skills at the top level, no one could see his condition.

Looking at Wu Mo's lost expression, Wang Tao didn't know what to say. He had never seen Wu Mo show such an expression: "Is this really the high-spirited and proud young master from before?"

"Zhang Yu, you are going too far!"

Wu Xinxin was angry, and even refused to call Zhang Yu 'Teacher Zhang', that cute little face was full of anger.

Hearing this, Zhang Yu raised his eyebrows: "Kid, your brother has given up, what else do you want? If you are not convinced, the three of you can come together!" During the speech, Zhang Yu hooked his finger and looked calm.

Hearing this, Wu Mo really wanted to beat Zhang Yu, but in the end he endured it.

The more arrogant Zhang Yu was, the more afraid he became.

Wu Mo took a deep breath, suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and calmly said: "Forget it, let's not talk about it. Losing is losing. We Wu Family can afford to lose."

These words made Zhang Yu appreciate him even more.

"Brother, let's go." Wu Xinxin supported Wu Mo's arm, looking at Wu Mo's pale and sweaty face, she was very distressed, "Let's go home quickly to heal to not leave any hidden injuries."

Wang Tao is also very fearful of Zhang Yu, and he agrees: "Miss is right, the young master should go home early and receive treatment immediately."

Taking a deep look at Zhang Yu, Wu Mo turned around, and was about to leave.

Zhang Yu suddenly shouted: "Wait."

After a pause, Wu Mo turned to look at Zhang Yu, quietly waiting for the latter to speak.

Zhang Yu asked, "According to the agreement, Wu Xinxin doesn't have to leave the academy, right?"

"Impossible! Xinxin must withdraw from the academy, this point is not negotiable!" Although he believes that he is not Zhang Yu's opponent, Wu Mo's attitude is still tough, and there is no sign of softening, "You better give it up now and give me Xinxin's registration form, otherwise, my father will come to pick it up in himself..."

Wu Chen, Desolate City Number One Expert, Open Revolving 9th layer powerhouse!

For any force, the name Wu Chen has a huge deterrent power!

Frowning, Zhang Yu looked a little dignified, Wu Chen is indeed a tough bone!

After thinking about it, Zhang Yu quickly came up with an idea. He smiled and looked at Wu Mo: "Don't you wonder why I am so strong?"

"Nonsense." Wu Mo rolled his eyes and thought to himself, "Of course I want to know, but will you tell me?"

In fact, this question has been circling in his mind, but he really can't guess the answer. The only thing that can be sure is that it has absolutely nothing to do with martial arts.

Because Zhang Yu never used martial arts from beginning to end.

Not only Wu Mo, Wang Tao is also very curious about it.

"Come here, I'll tell you." Zhang Yu waved to Wu Mo.

"What tricks are you trying to play?" Wu Mo was a little wary.

"If you want to know, come here." Zhang Yu pretended to be impatient, "I'll give you three breaths to think about. If you don't come after three breaths, I'll treat you as if you don't want to know."

"Brother, don't go." Wu Xinxin urged nervously.

After hesitating for a while, Wu Mo let out a sigh and shook his head at Wu Xinxin: "The three of us together are not his opponents. If he really wants to make a move, no one can stop him." After that, Wu Mo walked straight to Zhang Yu, and every time he took a step, the wound on his shoulder tugged once, causing his brows to wrinkle deeply.

After walking to Zhang Yu's side, Wu Mo calmly said, "Tell me."

Zhang Yu turned his head and whispered a few words in his ear.

I saw Wu Mo, who was originally calm, suddenly widened his eyes, and a flash of disbelief flashed in his eyes: "Really?"

"Is it true or false, can't you judge by yourself?" Zhang Yu smiled, "How about it, are you interested in learning?"

Zhang Yu is like a magic stick, and his words are not without bewitching: "Secretly telling you, everyone in the Sky Academy, whether they are students or instructors, can learn it in the future!"

Wu Mo is skeptical: "Really?"

After seeing Zhang Yu nod, Wu Mo's expression was uncertain and was caught in a difficult choice. After a long while, he made up his mind, raised his head and said, "Okay, I will join the Sky Academy!"

"Haha, excellent!" Zhang Yu took out a new registration form from his arms and handed it to Wu Mo, "Sign it, after signing it, you will be a student of the Sky Academy!"

The determined Wu Mo signed his name on the registration form without hesitation.

In this way, Wu Mo, who was originally helping Wu Xinxin withdraw from the academy, joined the Sky Academy himself.

"That's it for now. You guys go back first and come to class tomorrow. By the way, remember to bring your tuition fee as well. It's not much, it's only 10,000 desolate coins a year." Zhang Yu waved his hand and chased them away.

Now he hasn't thought about what to teach, how to teach.

The complete "Extreme Martial Arts" is too heaven-defying. He couldn't just teach it to the Wu's siblings. Even if he wanted to teach it, he would have to make some changes and deliberately leave some errors. In this way, although the effect is still terrifying, but also barely acceptable.

10,000 Desolate coins a year, even the simplified version of "Extreme Martial Arts" is definitely worth the money!

…

1 hour later.

In the south of the Desolate City, inside the Wu Family's mansion.

"Pfft..."

Patriarch Wu Chen spit out the tea he had just drank, and looked at Wu Mo, who was sitting in front of him in astonishment: "What? You also joined the Sky Academy?"

He asked Wu Mo to help Wu Xinxin withdraw from the academy, not to join the Sky Academy.

Wu Chen pointed at Wu Mo, and his fingers trembled angrily: "You, you... I asked you to take Xinxin to leave the academy, but not only did you not help Xinxin, but instead joined the Sky Academy! What kind of magic does that boy Zhang Yu have to deceived both of you?"